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Subject: Backhome 1/2 (brother-sister incest)
BACK HOME ON THE FARM
A sweet, loving story of brother-sister incest . . . .
My sister Beth and I grew up on a farm in Indiana. Living out in the
country was pretty much a dull and restricted sort of life for teenagers.
Since we had to ride the school bus, we had no opportunity to
participate in extracurricular school activities--it was off to school in
the morning and back home right school was out. This schedule cut
down on our opportunities for dating, too, since it gave neither of us
much chance to develop any kind of serious friendships or romantic
relations with others our age. This wasn't that much of a problem to
me--I was shy around girls, and being tall and skinny without much in
the way of redeeming good looks, I probably would have had a hard
time getting dates anyway. Sis, though, was different. She was
pretty. Well, in fact, she was more than pretty, she was downright
beautiful. Petite at five-foot-two and 100 pounds, with long blonde
hair, blue eyes, and a figure that could have easily gotten her elected to
cheerleader, Beth could have had almost any boy in school if she had
the opportunity and set her mind to it.
Beth and I never played "doctor" or
"you-show-me-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine" games. Oh, we
sometimes talked about sex, but we never went beyond that point. Our
parents were very strict, and discussion or mention of sexual subjects
was a family taboo. That home atmosphere, together with a natural
shyness we both seemed to have, prevented us from any type of overt
sexual exploration with each other.
This is not to say I wasn't interested in sex, because I was. The
truth was that I stayed horny most of the time. Since I had no
opportunities to get rid of my horniness by dating and having sex with
girls, I relieved myself by masturbation. Invariably, it was Beth I
fantasized about when beating off. Even though I had never seen Beth
nude, I had seen her in a bathing suit down at the creek and in shorts
and halter around the house, so I could develop good mental pictures
of what a naked Beth might look like. These pictures filled my mind as
I played my solitary sexual games.
One day, though, when I was sixteen and Beth fifteen, I decided the
mental pictures were not enough--I wanted to see in real life what Beth
looked like without any clothes. Since Beth never went around the
house unclothed, I could do this only by peeking through the keyhole in
the bathroom when she was taking a shower. One evening our parents
were out in the barn when Beth went into the bathroom and I decided
to take advantage of the opportunity. I waited until the shower started
running and then went and stooped by the door and looked through the
keyhole. One of the floor boards outside the bathroom squeaked
loudly when I stepped on it and I hoped Beth didn't hear it. Apparently
she didn't because she began to take the towel from around her body.
Just one second more and I would be able to see Beth's lovely body.
That second didn't come, though, because Dad shouted at me at just
this time--yelling and raising hell all over the place. Dad had come into
the house without my hearing and caught me in the act of playing
Peeping Tom.
Both my parents shamed me in front of Beth and threatened a
severe beating if I ever pulled a stunt like that again. This absolutely
and completely embarrassed me, and I was almost afraid to look Beth
in the eye. She never mentioned it, though, and acted as if everything
were okay. Not once, in later life was the subject ever brought up.
Not once, either, did I ever try again to peep at Beth.
Beth and I both finished growing up. I went to college and so did
Beth. After we finished college, I got a job in Los Angeles and Beth in
Philadelphia. We saw each other only on visits back to the farm, and
gradually we drifted apart, with occasional letters being our only
contact.
Neither of us married. I don't know what reason Beth had for
staying single, but my reason was shyness around girls and a rather
plain appearance. Also, in my mind the ideal girl was one just like
Beth, and I could never find a girl that measured up to her standards.
We may have no longer been close to each other, but Beth was still
very much in my mind. In my pleasure fantasies, it was still Beth I
pictured. She was my standard for female perfection and was the
subject of all my masturbatory dreams. I continued to keep a big-as-life
picture in my mind of how she would have looked if I had been able to
see her drop that towel those years before.
Mom and Dad were killed in a car accident, and Beth and I buried
them in a cemetery near the farm. We didn't want to sell the farm
house because it held so many warm memories for us, so we kept the
house and several acres around it and sold the rest of the farm. The
property had substantially accrued in value, and we each got a good
sum of money from its sale.
Beth had been writing on a part-time basis and was pretty good at
it, having sold several magazine articles. She decided that the money
from the property sale would give her the independence to quit her job
and take up writing full-time. She also decided that the farm house
would be an ideal place for her to live while pursuing this career. This
would be a good arrangement for both of us--the house would be
occupied and maintained Beth would have a comfortable place to live.
She offered to pay me rent on my half of the house, but I laughed her
out of the idea, promising to make up for it by coming to visit her often
enough to lay claim to my portion.
Several months passed without our seeing each other. We wrote
often, though, our friendship being renewed by our recent mutual
experiences. In every letter she invited me to come visit, but my
schedule never seemed to allow it. Finally, though, I got a breather in
my work and decided to take some vacation--two whole weeks to go
back home to the farm, laze around, and visit with Beth.
I arrived at the farm on a Saturday afternoon. It was an
exceptionally warm May day, with the sun beating down and the
temperature in the high 80's. When I drove up, Beth was out working
in her garden. She had her back turned to me when I first got there and
was bending over some plants. All she had on was a pair of brief
running shorts and a halter that was little more than a skimpy bra. I
was presented with a picture of the most stunning female backside I
could ever recall seeing. Beth's square shoulders sloped downward to a
narrow waist and then curved out into perfect round, firm buttocks.
She was still a sylph of a girl, as petite and well-shaped as she was
when we were in high school. The only way she might have changed
was in her breasts: they seemed even larger and more full than they
were then. <And why not, she was a more mature woman than she
was then, and her body would have grown even more mature> I
thought to myself.
Seeing her like that flooded my mind with memories of our teenage
years together. She was still as beautiful as she was then, was still the
perfect specimen of femininity. All my fantasies came rushing back to
me and caused my face to flush in embarrassment at myself. <Jimmy,
just because you're a thirty-four-year-old virgin doesn't give you license
to lust after your sister> I thought angrily to myself.
These thoughts were quickly swept away, though. Beth had heard
me drive in and stood up and turned to me. <It just isn't fair for a guy
to have a sister as beautiful as Beth> I ruefully told myself. And
beautiful she was. Still no more than 100 pounds, with hair pulled back
into a pony tail, shorts clinging tightly to her flaring hips, and a fair
amount of cleavage showing above her well-filled halter, she could
have passed for a teenager.
When Beth saw it was me, she smiled and gave little pleased laugh.
She rushed out of the garden and ran up to where I was standing by the
car. At almost a dead run, she ran into my arms, pushing me back
against the car. She put her arms around my neck and hugged me
tightly. With her pushing me against the car, I could feel her breasts
against my chest and her hips pressing against mine. My reaction was
immediate--almost instantaneously my cock swelled and filled the front
of my pants. <My God, what if she notices! She will think I'm some
sort of a pervert, getting a hard-on with his own sister> I thought.
She pulled back and gave me light kiss on the lips. "Jimmy,
Jimmy," she murmured, "you've finally come to give your lonesome
little sister a visit. But just look at me! I wasn't expecting you until
later, and here I am in my work clothes, covered with dirt and sweat."
"Beth, you still look good, no matter what you wear," I said softly.
<And does she ever!> I thought, noticing the way her nipples made
little points in the front of her halter.
"Jimmy, you're still just as sweet ever," she said, her face flushing
slightly. "But let's not stand out here in this heat. Get your stuff and
come on into the house where it's cool."
I opened the car trunk, lifted out my suitcases, and followed Beth
into the house. With her only a few steps ahead of me, I couldn't help
but notice her shapely behind. Each buttock was firm and made little
tick-tocking movements in her shorts as she walked. Her legs were
tanned and had very good muscle tone. I decided that she must do a
lot of gardening and other outdoor activities to keep herself in such
good shape.
"You're going to use your old room," Beth said. "I kept my old
room and converted Mom and Dad's room to my writing studio. Come
on, I'll help you unpack."
My room was much like I remembered it. A floor-to-ceiling
window, big pine dresser, and a double bed. I put my suit-cases up on
the bed and we took clothing out and put it in the dresser and closet.
As I turned away from the closet, I noticed Beth putting my Jockey
shorts in the drawer. She was gently rubbing them, right across the
front opening. Beth saw me looking and a light blush flowed across
her face. "Boy, your clothes sure got wrinkled in the suitcase,
didn't they," she said with an embarrassed laugh.
After we got all the clothes unpacked and put away and the
suitcases put in the closet, Beth said, "Jimmy, you must be tired after
that long drive. Why don't you lie down and rest while I go take a
shower to get rid of all my sweat and dirt." She turned and left the
room, giving me another look at her magnificent ass and her buttocks
making their see-sawing motion under the thin fabric of her shorts. I
pulled off my shoes and stretched out on the bad. Closing my eyes, I
tried to relax. At just about this time, I heard the door to the bathroom
close and water start to run. The sound made me recall the time I tried
to peep at Beth in the shower. The memory of seeing Beth about to
drop her towel and display her body in all its splendor had such an
erotic effect on me that I became as rock-hard as I had been those
many years ago.
I remembered, too, that it was just the two of us in the house.
There were no parents to inhibit actions or yell about what they
considered improper. It fully dawned on me that there wasn't anyone
to stop me if I wanted to get rid of my years of frustration over failing
to see Beth nude. Without another thought, almost without volition, I
got off the bed and walked down the hall to the bathroom. The
keyhole was still there, and I could hear the shower running behind the
door. Beth was in that shower and I could finally realize my dream of
seeing her nude. The shower stopped then and it became quiet. She
would soon be stepping out of the shower, wet and dripping, with all
her body available for my sight. Quickly I stepped in front of the door,
preparing to stoop and look through the keyhole. Without warning, the
floor emitted a loud squeaking noise. Just as it had done those many
years ago, the board in front of the door squeaked loudly enough to
hear all over the house.
Talk about deja vu! All the shame I had felt as a teenager came
rushing back to me. I almost looked around to see if my father were
there to lambast me. I was filled with embarrassment--I knew Beth
must have heard the noise and that she would know exactly what it
meant. I stumbled back to my room, shut the door, and laid down on
the bed. Beth hadn't said anything the time it happened before; maybe
she would just ignore this time too.
In a few minutes there was a soft knock on the door. "Jimmy?"
Beth's voice came in a whisper through the door.
"Yeah, Beth, come on in." <Well, here's where I catch it. May as
well take it like a man.>
Beth opened the door slowly and stepped into the room. She was
just like she was when I saw her through the keyhole those many years
ago, covered only with a towel that extended from the top of her
breasts to just below her pussy. I wouldn't have thought it possible, but
she was even more lovely than when had been a teenager. My
embarrassment faded with the vision, and I was filled with an
overwhelming feeling of love and desire for Beth.
I expected her to be angry, but she showed no sign of anger.
Instead of her eyes being angry and glaring, they were warm and soft
and there was a look of wonderment on her face. In a soft, little voice,
Beth said, "Jimmy, were you peeping through the keyhole at me?"
"I was going to, but the board squeaked, and I knew you heard me,
and I got ashamed, and all I did was come back to my room, and I
never did look," I managed to stammer out.
"You REALLY wanted to look at my body? You wanted to look
when we were kids and now you STILL want to look?" she asked in
that little-girl voice.
All I could do was drop my head and nod it a little. <She must
really think I'm some kind of a weirdo to have kept such a fixation for
so many years. She'll probably insist I leave and never come back
again.>
"Jimmy, I heard the board squeak back when you tried to look at me
before. I knew you were peeping and I was glad. I was going to take
off the towel and let you see all of me, except Dad stopped the show.
Well, there aren't any parents around now, Jimmy, and you can look all
you want." Slowly, she untucked the end of the towel from the top of
her breasts and loosened it around her. She shrugged if off to the floor
and she stood there in tableau, completely nude.
My breath caught in a gasp. She was stunning! Her breasts were
high, the nipples pointing outward and upward. Her slight frame made
them seem even larger than they were. Her waist was thin, no more
than twenty-four inches, and her hips swelled outward, forming a
perfect frame for the center of her sex nestling between those thighs.
Unlike her mane of straight hair, her pubis was a matted sporran of
kinky blonde hair. It was a luxuriant growth that extended halfway up
to her navel and downward on the inside of her thighs. She turned
around slowly and gave me a view of her backside. Her ass was
everything I had imagined it to be: firm, with rounded buttocks coming
down to little crease lines at the tops of her thighs. She leaned over to
give me a better view and I could see the matted hair all between her
legs and the lips of her vagina, moist and slightly pouting open. My
cock tented out the front of my trousers in reaction.
She stood up and turned back to me. "Do you like my body?" she whispered, her eyes drawn
to the swelling at my groin.
"Beth, you're absolutely gorgeous," I managed to get out.
Tears flowed from her eyes and she started kissing me all over my face--on the forehead, the
cheeks, the nose. "Oh, Jimmy, I thought you didn't care. Why do you think I never married?
Why I never went with boys? None of them were as sweet and thoughtful as you. No man has
ever measured up to you, and I wouldn't settle for less."
"But I'm just plain looking," I said. "How could you have considered me so special?"
"Looks don't matter--it's the heart that counts," Beth answered.
"Oh, Beth, I've felt exactly the same about you. YOU'RE the reason I haven't
married. I wanted someone exactly like you, but there's only one you. I guess I
was meant to love just you."
"And you've been my only love," Beth whispered, lying down on the bed beside
me. We stared into each others eyes and she reached behind my head and drew it to
her to kiss me again. Instead of my face, though, her lips went to mine. The kiss
was soft at first, then hungry and demanding. Her tongue crept out and brushed back
and forth against my lips. I opened them and met her tongue with mine. Tip to
tip we stroked each other's tongue. Hers became more insistent and moved into my
mouth, slithering under my lip and into my cheeks. I sought her mouth with my
tongue and explored all her secret oral recesses. Together, we lay there with
eyes closed and mouths wide open, caught up in our deep soul kiss.
My cock had already reached its full tumescence and now it simply throbbed.
Beth had her arms around my neck and her body pushed against mine, so she could
feel it pulsing against it, a telltale of my raging arousal. She scooted down on
the bed a little and pushed her groin against my throbbing manhood. Soon she was
pushing back and forward against it, in little movements that were pushing me
higher and higher up the scale of passion.
I moaned softly and ran my hands down her bare, smooth back. I stroked the
indentation of the small of her back and then moved my hands down to globes of
buttocks. I kneaded them gently and found they were just as firm as I had
imagined they would be. My fingers moved into the crease between her globes
and traced the line downward. Beth raised one leg and draped it over my hip,
giving me opportunity to seek out all her hidden secret places.
She was moist and slick, her feminine secretions coating the space between
her legs. One finger found the beginning of her labial lips and insinuated
itself into the crevice. Beth moaned into my mouth as my finger wormed its
way into the hot pit of her sex, seeking the gateway to heaven. The exploration
was successful and I slowly inserted my finger into Beth's hot internal region.
She bucked against my finger and then pushed against my jutting cock. I slowly
worked my finger out of the tightness of her hole and moved it upwards, seeking
out her little nubbin of pleasure.
I quickly found her clitoris, but it wasn't just a little nubbin--it was
swollen and as big a pencil eraser. In little circular motions, I brushed my
fingertip across and around the swollen clit. Beth gasped and clamped her
thighs together, stopping my movements. She broke the kiss and gasped, "Oh,
God, Jimmy! No more! You're about to make me come, and I don't want to come
this way." She rolled off the bed and said, "Besides, it's my turn to see your
body now. If it looks as great as it's been feeling, it's going to be super."
She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it back. I sat up and she pulled it out
of my trousers and completely off me, tossing it to the floor. Her hands went
to my belt buckle, and she unbuckled my belt and undid the top button of my
trousers. Slowly, she pulled down my zipper until it was at the bottom. She
used both hands in the process and gently massaged the bulge that lay under
the zipper. She went to the foot of the bed, grasped my pants legs, and started
to tug them towards. I lifted my buttocks up so that they could come free.
They came off and she tossed on top of my shirt. She removed each of my socks
and added them to the pile. She climbed up on the bed and straddled my shins,
her hands going down to the top of my Jockey shorts. "Now I get to see if you
match my dreams," she said, and pulled the shorts down to where my pubic hair
showed. Her hands were trembling as she struggled to get my shorts off. My
cock had swelled out the front of the shorts and she had to stretch the
waistband to its maximum to work the fabric over my swollen cock and balls.
Finally, she succeeded, and my cock sprung to attention, freed at last from
its confinement.
"Oh, my God!" she said softly. She couldn't take her eyes from my seven-
inch cock that was making little jerking motions in time with my heartbeat.
"It's magnificent. My dreams were never this good," she whispered, reaching
out her hands to touch and fondle my maleness. She ran her finger-tips up and
down the shaft and traced the contours of my scrotum. Her fingers moved through
the pubic hair that sprouted abundantly, and moved down between my thighs to
stroke me there. The whole head of my cock was slick and glistening with pre-
cum, and a little drop escaped through the slit with each throb of my cock.
She put two fingers into the font and rubbed the head in little circles.
Her fingers moved to the underpart of my glans and I gasped, my hips jerking
involuntarily. Beth then finished removing my shorts and now we were both
completely nude, our bodies totally revealed to each other.
Beth stretched out on the bed beside me. We were each on our sides facing
each other. Silently, we looked into each other's eyes. She reached out her
hand and stroked my cheek.
"Jimmy, I love you. I've always loved you, and now I love you even more."
"I love you, too. I've fought against it, but it wasn't any use. You've
always been in the center of my dreams, and I guess I've loved you since we
were kids." I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. Our lips met
in a soft, tender kiss.
Tenderness soon grew to passion, though, and our kiss became more urgent.
Tongue fought against tongue, and our lips nibbled at the others. My cock was
pressed between our bodies and smeared both of us with seminal secretions.
Beth's hips ground into me as she tried to get even closer. I pushed myself
downwards and allowed my cock to move into the vee of Beth's thighs. It parted
her labia and the head made contact with her clitoris. She held me even tighter
and made little circular motions with her hips. Her lips spread to their
widest, circling my mouth, sucking on my lips. Her breathing came in gasps
and made little moaning sounds. She pulled away and said, "I want you to love
me completely now. I want you make a woman out of me, to do what I've wanted
you to do ever since we were kids."
"You're still a virgin?" I asked.
"Yes," she whispered. "I've been keeping it for the day you would take it.
I've known since we were kids that this would happen someday."
"Beth, I'm still a virgin, too," I whispered into her ear.
"Oh, Jimmy, you're so beautiful and sweet, and I love you so much for
being a virgin."
Beth pulled away from me and rolled onto her back. "I can't wait any
longer. Make love to me, Jimmy. Love me the way I've been longing for."
I sat up and looking down at Beth stretched out. She was so beautiful and
tantalizing I was almost overcome with emotion. I would always want to love and
protect her, and even under these conditions I had to think of her welfare.
"I don't have any protection. What if you get pregnant?"
"I won't get pregnant. I started taking birth control pills just as soon as
I found out you were coming," she said with a little shy smile.
I realized then that she had wanted me as much as I had wanted her. My
love for her overflowed and I whispered, "Ahhh, Beth." Lovingly, I kissed her
gently on the lips. The kiss trailed down to her neck and then to her breasts.
Softly I lapped my tongue across one nipple and then the other. With just the
tip, I drew little circles around each nipple, tracing the pink crepiness of
her areolae. She arched her back up to my mouth and made soft "Mmmmmmmnnn"
sounds.
My hand traced down the rounded contour of her abdomen and into the lush
golden thicket of pubic curls. Parting the hair, my fingers found her secret
crevice and gently stroked it. She was wet with the hot flow of her arousal,
and the crevice was a slippery slide down into her womanly depths. With little
feathery motions I ran my fingers up and down the furrow, stopping at the
swollen bump of her clitoris. Her hips moved up and down and gyrated in a
circular motion. Tremors ran through her body and she moaned softly, unable
to resist the pleasure waves mounting higher and higher.
"Oh, God, Jimmy! Now! Now!" she shouted. "Do it now. Put it in me now,"
she said in a moaning voice, trying to pull me on top of her.
I quickly moved between her legs and spread them apart. My cock was rigid
and throbbing, poised just above her golden forest. Her hips were thrusting up
and down, and her Mount of Venus brushed against my cockhead with each upward
push. Gently I pushed forward, prodding my glistening cockhead into the top
of Beth's pouting slit, parting the labia. She was hot and slick, and my
flowing pre-cum increased the lubrication even more. Taking my shaft in my
right hand, I ran its head up and down the channel, pressing harder each time
it grazed across Beth's swollen and beating clitoris. A shudder ran across
her stomach each time the clitoris was touched.
Beth raised her knees high and humped her pubic mound up against my cock.
She worked her hips in circles, trying to position my cock for entry. I probed
my cock deeper into the fold, seeking the abode it was made for, seeking the
entrance to her inner secrets. Finally, there it was, and my cock dipped into
the outer ring of Beth's torrid hole. The whole head was engulfed in hot
wetness and I paused in the sheer pleasure of the moment. Beth opened her
eyes and looked up at me. In almost a strangled voice, she said, "Please,
Jimmy, please. I can't stand any more waiting."
I pushed my hips forward and my cock slowly began to sink into Beth's hot
channel. I was expecting her to wince in pain, but she only frowned a little as
my cockhead gently pushed aside the constriction of her maidenhead. Soon, we
were completely merged. I was flesh of her flesh and she was flesh of my flesh.
Her frown lines disappeared and she released her held breath with a loud,
"Ahhhhhh!."
She reached behind my head and pulled my lips down to hers. Holding our
bodies perfectly still, we kissed a long, deep kiss. As we broke away, she
reached out her tongue and ran it across and around my lips, lapping up the
juices our kiss had left. Tears welled up in her eyes and she whispered, "Oh,
Jimmy, we're finally there. You don't know how many times I've dreamed of this.
It's so good. The real thing is so much better than the dream. Now, make love
to me. Love me hard, and if it's a dream, I hope I never wake up."
I slowly withdrew my cock from Beth's inner recesses, stopping when only
the tip of the head was in place. I lunged forward, driving my cock home with
one long, swift movement. I groaned aloud from the wave of pleasure that swept
over me. Beth said, "Yes! Yes! Oh, it's so good!" She pushed her hips up
against mine and our bodies were pulled into full hot contact. She lifted her
legs up and wrapped them around my waist and her arms reached around my neck
and held me tight. Once against I retreated and attacked, and once against
she matched my motions. Soon we were rocking back and forward against each
other. I was moaning and so was she. I was nearing my peak, and I could tell
she was close to hers.
Suddenly, Beth clutched me even harder. Her hips moved in a feverish
motion and the walls of her pussy grasped against my see-sawing cock. She
threw her head back and wailed, "Oh, God, I'm there! I'm coming, I'm
cominnnngggg.....!"
Then it hit me. I hit the crest and then went into a freefall that seeming
like it would never end. My vision blurred and waves and waves of almost
unbearable pleasure flowed outward from my groin to all parts of my body.
Spurt after spurt after spurt jetted into Beth, filling up and overflowing
Beth's spasming pussy. We were both trembling and shuddering, our breaths
coming in gasps. Gradually, our motions slowed, and then we were still,
making soft "Ohhhh" sounds.
We both opened our eyes and looked into each other's face. Our lips
drew together and we kissed a long, tender kiss that sealed our love forever.
No word needed to be spoken. We both knew that there could be no other for
either of us.
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