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"CONSEQUENCES!"
is a six-part, first-person account of the life-long
relationship between the Author and Julia, soul-mate,
mother of his children, lover, wife and - by her own
admission - slut! And also, his sister!
First making sexual contact at the ages of 6 and 4
respectively, for 20 years, nothing else happened. And
then BANG!, tempestuous, almost violent sexual
abandonment saw them living together as man and wife and
raising children, bringing them up in a warm, solid,
secular incestuous environment.
Not without its own humour, "Consequences!" covers a
twenty-five year period of the family's life, revealing
its views, opinions and some of the unlikely problems
confronting those following a philosophy of incest.
Latent within him for many years, the author advances
the theory that the seeds of his family's life-style
were implanted by his parent's reaction upon discovering
sexual contact occurring between their children. And
then nurtured by the very society trying to eradicate
it!
"Consequences!", Chapters 1 to 4, tell of the early
days, and the later discovery and realisation of the
feelings the brother and sister have for each other, and
include moments of near-detection and some of the day-
to-day problems peculiar to their circumstances they
encounter. These Chapters are freely available through
MCG's ARE.
Giving detailed accounts of their children's
introduction to, and acceptance of incest, the reasons
for their daughter's early-teen pregnancy, and the son
and daughter's later involvements with each other,
together with a controversial opinion of society's
future, Chapters 5 and 6 complete the story, the entire
book being available at very reasonable cost only by
retail sale, either by e-mail or on disk.
For a complete list of publications e-mail
`list-mcg@bartra.demon.co.uk'
(c) Merrill, Castle and Gray (uk)
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CHAPTER TWO
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Even now, years later, I vividly remember every nuance
of every word, every second of the next few hours.
What had happened, had happened! I loved Julia enough
to do anything for her - and she was fond enough of me -
and if to cheer her up included giving her a fucking, it
was all right in my book, and in any case, who was going
to know about it? In its very worst light, just going a
bit further than most, it was brother and sister looking
after each other. I felt no guilt and never would.
Right now, happily splashing around the neck of my
sister's womb, aware millions of my sperms were striving
to enter and fertilise her, eventually disengaging from
Julia's warm, happy uterus, I lay back on her bed,
revelling in the joyous knowledge. Pounding with
happiness, my spirit soared into vivid bliss.
Suddenly, abruptly forcing the breath from my lungs, a
realisation skewered me on a sharp hook, and as
everything was cast down, I knew I'd got the Be All And
End All - the very Titanic - of all problems!
Side-issues created were many but, pushing them away,
with the very deepest of deep problems, was my emotions.
In those frantic seconds of screaming ecstasy, something
had happened in me, something desperately-intense. And
wildly-exciting! And to the same degree, doomed to
unhappiness!
Wearing steel-capped, deep-sea divers' boots and
catching me straight in the heart, with all its might,
sure knowledge lashed out! I was in love with my kind-
hearted, loving and gentle sister! And, whilst merrily
dancing in and out of other women's hearts, lives and
dreams, had been for years!
Deeply loving Julia, wanting her, and painfully
sickened by a sudden vision of unfulfilling itself, in
the most terrible, agonising pain, my heart hit rock-
bottom. Realising what it had never been able to tell
me, unless its need for her was happily satisfied, the
fear-thumping little bastard gave clear warning it would
give me grief for the rest of my life!
I seethed. I'd done it to myself, I had no excuse!
Without appreciating the deeper implications, I'd read
of people involved in incest; now I'd felt the happy
ecstasy, the power of it. And following the main event,
riding the top of the garbage-truck, complete with the
Dunce's-cap, was me!
To ease its ache, Heart said, cynically, `Stop
bleating, it was just a fuck'. But this isn't only
fucking, this is fucking incest!
Christ!, I can't even talk to her about what we'd
done, can't even tell Julia how you and I feel, what we
want. It would be using her, in a terribly wrong way,
she'd be mortified. Poor kid, even if she wanted things
to continue, it's not as though she can do anything
about it! Anyway, Julia had a life of her own to lead,
she was never going to go for it again.
Suppose Julia gets upset, tells me to get out of her
life! What do I do? `Won't happen', said Heart,
confidently. `It was her fault as much as yours.' I
breathed a little easier, it was a one-off special
thing, for a one-off special reason!
`Yeah', murmured Heart. `Keep telling me, keep telling
me. Given a hundred years, I might even get to believe
it!
`You're her big brother, for Christ's sake, no matter
how it started, you should have stopped it, said no! But
you big lummock, you knew best, didn't you! You had to
go and betray her trust, just to dip your fucking wick.'
There was more to it than that, but there was no keeping
Heart quiet.
`You stuffed your sister and now, you're stuffed!
Ironic in a poetic sense; fucked if you do, fucked if
you don't, you've fucked up your life, all for a fuck!
Very droll!'
Emphasising its unhappiness, second by second, more
and more appreciating its fears as incapable of happy
resolution, Heart became chilly and then cold. `And you
walked right into it. You pratt! You God-forsaken, arse-
ended, self-centred PRATT! The original three- card
trick! Serves you bloody well right, you egomaniac of an
idiot! So wise and so fucking smart, you had to fall for
Julia!'
Only the biggest fuck-wit in the world would fuck his
own sister. These were no self-reviling sops of a
bruised ego, eventually to be shrugged off the shoulders
with a cheerful `better luck next time, buddy' These
were the bitterest of all truths - diamond-hard, ice-
cold facts! I'd lost everything; Julia's respect and
trust, peace of mind, her goodwill, friendship, the lot!
And the blizzard really setting in as the penny dropped,
my heart!
Fuck incest!!!
Reason mounted a strategic advance. `Wear the hair
shirt, take the blame and see what happens. Gauge
Julia's reaction and with some fancy footwork and
talking, you just might be able to smooth things over.
Depending on the next few minutes, superficial problems
might just be solved.
`But how to answer the big bastard question is beyond
me!'
Falling to angry self-sympathy, my soul gave a
despairing wail. The three of us - heart, mind and me -
all pulling in different directions, a really excellent
fucking basis upon which to attempt to solve the biggest
disaster of my life! That really made for hope! One
sneering at me, one not having any answers and me near
to panic!
`Can't win, can we? Can't be happy with her, can't be
happy without her, the age-old lover's problem. Only
there's no answer to this one, cully! She's your fucking
sister!' Abysmal misery beckoned, to which I could see
no end.
Usually the first to get into any act of mine and
normally steering we others in the right direction, the
other fellow, Conscience, now decided to bugger off for
lunch! To my anguish, not for a second could I blame it;
when Julia's cunt - oh, it was beautiful - was in the
frame, did we think of her or listen to him?
And now Julia could very well hate me for the rest of
my days! Or at the very least, safely keep herself at
arm's length. And who could reproach her? Certainly not
me! Either way, win, lose or draw, yes or no, in Julia's
life or out of it, with only unhappiness and hurt on
view in all directions, any picture of my future froze
me to a long period of silence.
Someone had to speak, and I knew it didn't dare be me!
Eventually, Julia casually asked, "Happy?"
Swallowing hard, I thought for a moment. Confused, the
voice of Reason argued the `why's and wherefores', the
`ifs. buts and probables', the `can and the cannots';
there were thousands - no, millions - of them. It told
me there were just too many difficulties to be overcome;
at best, putting the big issue to one side, however
chilly and painful it might prove, there was only a one-
in-four chance of even being able to salvage a
relationship.
Concentrating on avoiding possible repercussions from
Julia, and with a clenched-fist, fiercely shutting-up my
heart, I heaved my feelings and hopes onto the rubbish-
tip. "Very", I finally replied. Mentally biting my lip,
putting invisible fingers in my ears, I asked, "But what
the fuck happens now?" Awaiting the Bang, I winced!
Disturbed only by the ticking of the bedside alarm-
clock, there was a very, very long silence. Quiet and
soft, feeling its way, Julia's voice was wary. Keeping
options open, afraid, she said. "What would you like to
happen? How do you want things to be?"
There was a tiny bit of hope! Coming alive, my heart
whacked the ceiling, its fate and eternal ease resting
on my answer.
And on how I answered!
Forever the optimistic, my heart challenged Reason and
pointed out that as I could scarcely be in deeper mire,
there was nothing to lose by being truthful. At least,
to the last, if I'd finally found love and was to lose
it in the finding, I'd always been honest with Julia.
Heart won the day and I let it do the talking. "We've
always been honest with each other, kid-sister. I know I
shouldn't lay this on you, but you need to know. And I
need to tell you.
"I've always loved you as a brother, but something
stronger, thirty-storeys high, is coming on. In fact,
it's already here." More to myself, I added, "I never
knew it, but it's been in me for fucking years. I'm only
certain of two things."
Embracing slimy, spike-encrusted, spiteful Disaster
with both arms, glumly, I looked at Julia. "I love you,
it is as simple as that! Properly love you, as a woman
in your own right. I want you in the best - the very
best - way." Facing a lonely desert, my heart slumped.
"There's nothing else. I can't think beyond you!"
Soulfully, Julia's brown-eyes searched my face. After
a few minutes, she asked, "And the second thing?"
I swallowed hard. "Let alone as a brother who's
supposed to love you, I want to do things to you no
fellow even mentions to a woman. Whatever happens,
whatever the outcome, at the same time I want to keep
fucking you. Fucking you in the absolute wrongest, most
disgraceful possible way.
"I want you so much, when my sperm comes from your
ears, I'll have only just filled you for the first time.
And I'd be looking to fill you again.
"And then I'd want to start over from the beginning!"
On speaking the truth, my conscience eased. As we
awaited developments, even my heart managed to warm
half-a-degree.
Had the last half-hour proven to be a dream, if Julia
had gone `pop' and disappeared in a puff of dust, we
couldn't have been more surprised!
Without hesitation, Julia said, "Good! I feel exactly
the same! I'm glad you told me you loved me first. I was
only waiting to see which part was most important to
you.
"The first bit isn't a problem." To my heart, it was
the sun coming up as Julia broke into a big, happy
smile. "The rest is up to you!"
Her arms linking round my neck, Julia threw herself at
me, kneeling on the bed and looking into my eyes. "I've
loved you since we were kids, since that day on the
settee. Even then, at that age, I knew a pussy was
something really special to boys, and I so wanted you to
have mine, if you'd tried to fuck me then, I'd have let
you. And I wouldn't have breathed a word. Not to anyone!
"Sometimes since then, I've ached for you, but silly
little kid sisters can't tell older brothers such
things, can they?"
Almost in sight of home, my conscience told me Julia
and I still had to get things straight - really clear -
between us. Unable to account for this sudden turn of
events, confused but knowing what had to be said, I
grabbed her, pulling her close. Jamming my hand between
her legs, I slid fingers deep into her. "Look, Julia,
it's got to be love or nothing!", I said fervently.
"What I am doing to you now, this isn't the incest I'm
talking about, brother and sister just having a fuck now
and again. I'm talking incestuous love; immense,
powerful, not to be played around with! If we let it
happen, your soul will be consumed by it, the greatest
aphrodisiac, the biggest narcotic known to man. You'll
never be immune! Or ever want to be!"
Drawing back, surprised, Julia looked at me as I
carried on. "Imagine, you could get to hate me - it
could happen - you could fall in love with someone else,
marry him, be very happy with him, bear his children
even. But if we become involved with each other,
wherever and whenever we come in contact, at that
moment, family responsibilities would fly from your
mind, you'd be living only to open your heart and
everything else for my love - incestuous love - to feel
it coming inside you.
"Before he even got going, any husband, any other man
in your life, would be a natural-born loser. Way over
being faithful to him, you'd be faithful to my love. He
and you could fight it, shout `never again!', go and
live in China, but incestuous-love would always drag you
back to me. It's the strongest love in the world. Of all
the love in the world, your soul will crave it, the love
only one man can give you. You'd have no control over it
- it would control you!"
Crystal-clear, more realisation occurred to me. "And
the same goes for me! Let alone better you, no other
woman could offer me what you could, no-one could match
you! I'm prepared for that but if we make love again -
just once more - the loveliest love of all, love
personified, will consume us and never stop doing it!
Ever!"
Pausing, I quelled a bleak picture of life without
Julia. "If you say `yes', there's never ever any going
back. We have to be so very careful, it could easily
ruin, and I mean really totally and catastrophically
fuck-up, any number of other people's lives."
"But whilst you're ahead of the game, you can still
say `no'. So your brother's advice is to pull clear,
stay away, give it up!
"With you, I might be something - maybe only happy -
but I'm very happy to settle for that." Knowing the
truth was strangling it, my heart squeezed in pain as I
looked at her, telling her the truth. "So for Christ's
sake, think it through!
"It'll either be Eden or the absolute pits, the
unhappiest love-affair people could have, multiplied by
a thousand, with no reprieve. Loving-incest isn't
incest, Julia, straight sex with your relatives, a quick
naughty, just for the thrill of it! It might make you
terrifically happy, beyond human understanding! Or it
can destroy, rip you apart, make you monstrously
miserable! And think nothing of it whilst it's doing
it!"
Sudden fear of the consequences sickened me and hardly
able to speak for emotion, I slowly told Julia the
bottom-line. "And if that happened to you, as surely as
if you'd ripped my heart out with my bare hands, it
would kill me!"
Julia slipped closer, two hands tightly holding my
arm. Her voice low, she said. "I know. I can already
feel it within me, like a nuclear bomb ready to explode.
But I so want it! I can feel your love, like it's
vibrating, waiting to happen in me." She looked up, a
determined look on her face. "It's what I want, part of
you, what I've always wanted."
So close to its desire, giving me a meaty kick as it
realised I was closing doors on Julia and pushing her
away, my heart saw the jagged knife I was turning in it
and squealed. Although both of us were petrified she was
going to turn away from us, clubbing it into silence, I
was talking about Julia's happiness, and it wasn't
pushing me into pushing her into anything, let alone a
lifetime commitment to incest!
Anyway, we had no more say in the affair, we were both
completely in her hands.
"Beware, Julia! Incestuous love is addictive! Were we
to love each other, the lust would get stronger. If love
that intense gets inside you, with it, you'll live!
Without it, you'll die! There's no half-ways! That's
it!"
I cradled Julia's face. "Whatever you decide, don't
worry about the future or me. You'll have no concerns,
I'll do whatever you want to make things comfortable for
you. Keep clear of you, stay away, forget today ever
happened, whatever makes you happy."
Her finger turning my head back towards her, Julia
asked quietly. "How about you? If we do it again, what
would happen to you?"
"That's what I am trying to explain to you, what you
must understand." Another reality clicking into my mind,
I slowly shook my head. "It's already happened. I've had
it." Seeing a look of bewilderment in her face, I took
Julia's hands and in a low voice, I told her the truth.
"You see, without you, there's nothing. For me, the
first time WAS `the next time'."
"So do yourself a favour, think again! And after
you've thought about it, think it out yet again!"
Wondering why I was doing everything to break it, my
heart waited as I paused. It hadn't asked for this, but
Julia's happiness was the only thing that was important.
Tight-lipped, I couldn't bear to look at her large brown
eyes and turned away. "Be careful for what you ask of
God! He might give it to you! Be certain you know what
you are getting into, kid-sister."
Lapsing into silence, miserable hour-long minutes
slowly dragged by as, her hands behind her head, Julia
lay back, occasionally wriggling her naked toes as she
stared thoughtfully into space.
Amazingly, I was calm, for Julia's sake, even slightly
relieved she'd pick the sane, sensible, steady, safe
path that would see me out in the cold, from now on just
being her brother, even socially afraid to touch her. To
save her embarrassment and hurt, I'd get right away,
move, leave the country, go to the North Pole - oh, I
didn't know; the further I went from her, the deeper the
pain. But a tiny part of me remained happy; at least she
knew how I felt. I could live with that!
Two lifetimes later, feeling her stir, I nodded as a
plaintive little voice asked, "Do you remember
mentioning getting into something?"
"Yes". Curious, I waited.
"Well, there is something you could get into."
Puzzled, I frowned. "What?"
"Me!"
Amazement in my voice, I turned to her. "Are you sure
you know what you are doing? Absolutely, positively,
sure?"
"I can't give you my heart, but the rest is easy
enough." The merry eyes and laughing mouth confirmed it
as she sat up. "As my big brother told me to, I've
thought about it. And being a good sister, I've thought
about it again. Then, because you asked me to, I even
thought about it once more, for luck. If you want me to,
I'll think about it again.
"But the answer will be just the same. I've never had
a moment's doubt!" Julia laughed as she gave me a long,
very far from sisterly, soft loving kiss. "I told you, I
love you! So what else is important?"
And before I could torture it any more, my heart
jumped out of me. And into her.
A little later, Julia sat back on her heels. "Do you
know, you may love me very much, you may have the
loveliest cock, and the dreamiest sperm - I can feel it
trickling in me - any woman could wish for!" Her head on
one side, she regarded me mischievously. "But you're not
a very bright big brother!" She grinned as I waited for
the follow-up.
"Had you noticed me as your little sister, you might
also have noticed, I was so happy when the female
equipment started to arrive, in my own little innocent
way, I wanted you to see it. It was often laid bare for
you, you know!" Recalling Julia's many skimpily-clad
dashes to and from the bathroom, the casually-open
bedroom door as she was dressing, the carelessly
disarranged skirt revealing legs, thighs, and sometimes
knickers, guiltily, I nodded.
Her breasts forming into perfect brown-tipped orbs,
Julia moved closer. "At fifteen, had you not been so
busy combing your hair for half-an-hour every ten
minutes - you did!, I used to love watching you do it -
you might have seen even then, I was following you all
over the house, touching you, wanting to do things for
you. Only for you to shout at me to leave you alone."
Picking up one of my hands, she nibbled a finger-tip.
"Even then, I had wet-knickers for you."
Squatting on the bed facing me, thighs fully splayed,
the gash beneath Julia's downy-triangle tantalisingly
split wide-apart, its moist pinkness mesmerising me as
she smiled. "I've heard everything you said - but
everything - about the dangers of incest and incestuous
love, but although you are a very clever brother and
know all about such things, you don't know much about
me, kid sister."
A magnificently long tongue gently caressed my palm.
"Scared to death he cannot have his sister's love, his
heart's desire, in the last fifteen minutes, my worried,
darling non-seeing, non-hearing, know-everything-about-
incest, big brother has died a thousand times.
"You ask for my love, and all that goes with it, my
heart, my mind and my body. My mind and body are yours,
to do with what you wish. But as I said, I cannot give
you my heart." Remembering she'd said that, breathlessly
becoming heavy again and the beast in my chest thumping
and heaving, I expected the worst. "I'm very sorry, but
I'm only human. No matter how much I love you, it is not
possible.
"I cannot give that which is not mine to give. Had you
been paying attention this morning, you'd have known the
moment you kissed me, I was yours for the taking." With
a misty look, loving brown eyes steadily gazing into
mine, Julia said, "You see, years ago, you were given my
heart."
Blood rushing in my ears, my heart soaring, feeling
dizzy, I took a deep breath and, closing my eyes, gently
sighed it out.
An amused look now in her brown-eyes, Julia said,
"Even today, I've told you any number of times, but you
didn't hear." Astounded, I stared at her and she smiled.
"Or do you think I didn't know what you were going to do
to me when we came up those stairs?"
Gently separating the forefinger away from the others,
Julia pulled my hand to her. "So you see, everything
that worried you was not a problem." She shrugged her
shoulders. "Whether about to get into incest, or coping
with loving-incest as it grows, or whether we simply
fuck each other to death, are not problems of yours. Nor
for that matter, really mine; things will sort
themselves out as they happen." Her eyes on me, her lips
brushed the back of my hand. "But thank you for caring
enough to tell me about them."
Matter-of-factly, Julia's head lifted, a happy look on
her face. "You see, my darling, the one real problem is
something quite different! Worse than you were in
before, in reality, brother mine, you are in utterly
desperate trouble."
Laughing at my puzzled look, Julia said, "You're
thinking everything is resolved, you have me and now all
is well in your world, yes?" Thoughtfully, I nodded.
"But having me, loving me, screwing me when you want,
was never the difficulty." With an adorable, sparkling,
far-away look in her eyes, Julia's long fingers brushed
down the side of my cheek. "Your problem, darling
brother, is you've no idea how much I love you and want
your beautiful love in me.
"Or what I am prepared to do to get it!"
Radiantly happy, my heart gathering a large crowd
together for celebratory cheers, I felt ashamed of
myself. "I'm sorry, Julia. Really, I am! It just never
occurred to me you might feel something for me."
Thinking of the years behind us, I grinned ruefully.
"Why should it? And even if it had, we're related,
remember? I couldn't go around taking my sister's
knickers off, could I?"
Smiling demurely, Julia kissed my finger-tip. "Why
not? As I recall, you were once very good at it".
Remembering that time, I felt unhappy. So busily
chastising me, no-one had considered Julia's feelings on
the subject. Who had even asked her? Even 20 years
later, I was flabbergasted to discover she had liked
what I'd done to her, and had wanted more. She must have
been very unhappy and confused. Conscience stirred.
"What can I do for you to make up for it?"
Drawing my forefinger towards her, her head on one
side, Julia studied my face. Fixedly gazing at me, using
my nail to trace slow circles on one nipple, after a few
moments, she moved across to its magnificent twin.
Lazily sliding its tip between her breasts, down the
rise of her soft belly, she guided my finger through
soft pubic hair across the firm rise of her Mound of
Venus. Her voice was husky and low as she talked, a
throaty gurgle. "Ah, lovely, randy, incestuous brother
of mine, you've years to make up for. The price for
neglecting your sister is high.
"All those things I've dreamt of you doing in years
past, you going to do to me in the future. You'll suck
my nipples all day long, ride me all night; you're going
to beat me red-raw, bite me, lick my clitoris, I can't
begin to tell you. You're going to use your sister, make
her cunt sore." She softly kissed me. "And then, to make
your kid-sister happy again, be my loving brother and
kiss everything better."
Unexpectedly, Julia slid my hand between her legs. My
body transfixed, suddenly rearing, my penis throbbed and
jerked as my hand made contact with the moistly spread
inner-lips of her labia and as the tiny ridges on my
finger-tip grazed her protruding, sensitive clitoris,
her entire body sharply tensing, a lecherous, raunchy
smile slowly spread across her face. With those smooth
breasts thrust proudly forward, my finger lapping the
pouting rim of her open vagina, Julia's back arched high
as her hips rode me. Making her shudder breathlessly,
each rise and fall scraping her clitoris, my fingertip
worked into her dark, humid recess.
Swirling dark-brown hair tumbling around my chest and
shoulders, Julia leant forward and softly nuzzled my
nose. "You're learning, brother. Now you know something
else. If ever you have to make up to your kid-sister for
something, you'll know what to do!" Grabbing my bottom
lip with her teeth, she suddenly wildly chewed and bit
my mouth as clamping my hand between her thighs and
drawing it up with her, she lifted her hips. A quick
pause, then driving me up into her warm, soaking-wet
slit, she powered down onto it. As her cervix greasily
snuggled between my finger-tips, she whispered in my
ear, "If you want to make up for not fucking me all the
years I wanted you to, do that with your cock."
Swollen with seed, my scrotum almost burst. Beautiful,
smiling face only inches from mine, deliberately forcing
the foreskin back its fullest extent, Julia grasped my
erection. "If only you knew the times I dreamed of
playing with this," she smiled happily. Soft whimpering
sounding in her throat, stroking my penis up and down
two or three times, she stopped and then teasing me to
near-ejaculation, suddenly started again. "I so wanted
you! I'd have done anything you asked of me; lived or
died for you, gone on the fucking streets for you. I'd
have carried your children, anything at all.
Julia grinned. "And now you finally want me, you
bastard, you've damned-well got me! For ever!"
Excited now, riding them slowly like a horse, Julia
again rubbed her wet wound across my fingers. "For
years, I lived alongside your love, wanting it, knowing
you were giving it to other girls. I wanted it in me,
over me, everywhere." Julia's body rammed down again on
my trapped hand, the slippery, tube-like opening to her
womb sliding into my cupped fingers. She gave a gurgly
laugh. "So you too beware, my brother, you too think
again! There's a little girl in me, a doting wife, a
loving mother, anything you want.
"But be careful, there's also a complete woman, an
utter slut called Julia! Marcus didn't make any of us
happy, didn't even realise we were there. Now we are all
yours, just for the asking."
Reaching down between her legs, her hand clutching my
erect shaft, I winced as Julia squeezed hard. "So are
you and this thing big enough for the job, you fucking
lovely bastard of a brother?"
Overflowing in her hand, brown nipple peeping between
her fingers, repeatedly brushing my lips as her body
swivelled from side to side, Julia's full breast drew
close. "A school-friend said sperm filled tits and made
them bigger. If they would only make you want me, I
wanted the biggest - the very best - tits in town. For a
week, I cried myself to sleep, I so wanted you to fill
them."
Sharply withdrawing it every time I started to suck,
forcing her nipple between my lips, Julia goaded me with
it. "No, no, little sister's tits are only for good
brothers, you've still got things to make up for."
Dragging the leathery nipple across my nose and cheeks
and chin, she suddenly said fiercely, "Say you'll fill
them with sperm and you can suck them until I die!"
Frustration screwing my eyes closed, I quickly nodded
a promise. Thrusting her nipple into my mouth, as I
sucked, Julia sexily grinned. "Since they arrived, when
I was wanting you to feed them, you haven't even looked
at them. You didn't ever touch them, fuck you. Now you
are going to make up for it, beast of a brother; you're
going to give me the biggest tits in the world!"
Tickling down my chest, her mop of hair skipped and
dandled towards my groin. "Now I'll show you how."
Eyes still tightly screwed in torment, as everything
went suddenly still, pandemonium in my head reached
critical level.
Pointed-tip wriggling deep into the orifice, from
nowhere, warm, soft lips nestling the bullet-hard,
bursting head of my penis, a cat-rough tongue dry-
dragging excruciatingly over my glans. Gliding smoothly
over distended, corded veins, her rasping tongue
scouring sensitive flesh, in one steady movement,
Julia's moist mouth slid down, down, forever down.
Quivering, sultry lips lightly brushing my scrotum, her
shapely nose nuzzled my pubic bush, then tensing and
giving a firm steady push, with a slow gulp, something
in Julia's throat gave and like a well-oiled bolt easing
home, my cock-head glided into the deepest clinging
folds of my sister's pink larynx.
Boiling sperm en route, from over my excitedly-heaving
belly, the lewdest, most sensational scene in the
universe, her eyes happily gleaming as they held mine,
my sister's sucking, flexing mouth engulfed every
millimetre of my dick. My muscles jerking steel-rigid, I
bit back a scream as Julia's sharp teeth suddenly
cruelly nipped my shaft, then with a physical popping
sensation, tongue darting left and right, her throat
opened and my penis disengaged from its cup.
Peach-smooth lips firmly clamped on my shaft, her
cheeks steadily increasing their sucking, fire ignited
in my scrotum as Julia's hot mouth started a tight,
upward draw. Beyond conscious thought, just short of
howling with exhilaration, I was impaled on white-hot
pinnacles of delight as, exquisitely slowly ripping
living-life from me, with the noisiest, slobbery,
sucking noise, tongue still lashing my glans, Julia's
lips reached journey's end.
Scrotum heavy with lust, full of love and heat and
clamouring for blasting ejaculation, happily
anticipating the final eruption, my heart, sperm, soul
and I combined. Awaiting Julia's strong gulp, my oily
seed prepared for its abandoned ecstatic hurtle onto her
tongue and into her ready, warm, open heart.
And waited.
And waited.
Powerless and completely under her control, freely
pouring forerunners of massive ejaculations of sperm but
devoid of Julia's semen-thirsty mouth, frantically
jerking and swaying as it sought the willing receptacle
of her throat, my penis panicked. Swollen as never
before, its shining purple and red hugeness pathetically
beseeching relief, encasing skin stretched close to
splitting but achingly bound by spring-steel bands, its
delivery-spring tightly wound and unable to release,
never had it been so terribly and happily painful!
Dry-mouthed, with lips like sandpaper, pounding heart
hammering, stunned and staring at Julia, I slowly opened
my eyes. Calmly propped up on an elbow, laying on her
side, my sister amusedly smiled across at me.
Running a finger through my chest-hair, reaching
across and languidly twisting curls and spires, Julia
conversationally remarked, "And that's how it's going to
be from now on. That and a whole lot more." Catching
hair between thumb and forefinger, still smiling
sweetly, she delicately tore them out by the roots. "You
could have been having better than that for the last
twenty years, darling brother." Julia leant forward and
genially nibbled my ear. "That titbit was for doing fuck
nothing, my darling. Think how it could have been, had
you been doing me."
Astounded, I gazed at her. God knows how, but my
sister knew her business; to keep me from coming whilst
building such terrific sensual tension, needed the
talents of a courtesan.
And the morals and imagination of a natural-born
whore!
Meanderingly trickling as it mingled with her still-
gleaming saliva, another globule of sperm arose and
suddenly overflowed. Rolling onto her back, loving eyes
explored my erection and drooling, thick sperm as Julia
gave a chuckle. Sexily combing the lips wide apart,
tickling her clitoris, she parted her legs as her long
fingers stroked her open labia. Holding herself open
towards me, pouting and quivering silvery-pink silky
folds contrasted with pulsing rich redness within.
"Don't waste one drop of it, my brother. It's your soul,
and I've a cunt and a womb that's longing for it,
yearning for every incestuous sperm." Eyes glowing, her
head turning towards me, my penis gave a mighty
involuntary heave as Julia whispered, "And eggs busting
to be loved by it!"
Suddenly, for an instant, we were back in our parents
home and as Julia's expression changed to soft pure
love, my ten year-old little sister was imploring big
brother to make her dream come true. "Please give it to
me, my brother. I want you to, I love you. Make us one.
Please do it to me."
Settling between Julia's smooth legs, profoundly aware
I wanted her as I kissed the backs and sides of her
knees, my lips lingeringly slid along her thighs. Wetly-
scooping the tendon-hollows either side of that
wonderful cavern between her legs, winding into her
delicious navel as I eased onto her, my tongue traced
the glades and hills of her belly and breasts as before
plunging deep into her to forever bind us in loving hot,
carnal, sensual incest, the sperm-coated head hovering
my penis brushed against Julia's vagina.
To stay free - or to forever commit ourselves to each
other and to whatever there was in the future, gazing at
each other, my hands either side of her head, we knew
the doors of decision were open. Tracing round to my
mouth, Julia's fingers tenderly cupped the side of my
face as pinned beneath me, her long legs began to coil
round my thighs. Catching her under her shoulders as
she suddenly strained up towards me, she looked deep
into my eyes as her lips met mine. "All I've ever wanted
is you. If incest delivers us to the right side of
Heaven or the wrong side of Hell, I won't give a damn.
We'll be together, my love," she whispered. She lay
back.
"I'm ready. Do it to me!"
The gaping pink mouth of the channel to her life, her
love and her soul opened as flowing over the monstrous
velvety-shining head of my lunging penis, sucking me in,
Julia's pelvis rose to meet me. Eagerly sliding
forward, swallowing, consuming me, I slithered deep into
her warm, clinging vagina.
Pushing me to arm's length, her long hair spread on
the pillow, radiant brown-eyes looking straight into
mine, Julia's glowing, excited face filled me anew with
love and desire. "Spurt your love into me. Deep, deep,
deep into me".
Back arching, Julia's eyes closed as ramming her
uterus, I drove into her up to the hilt. Feeling me
engage the neck of her womb, Julia's voice rose, a low
winding moan lifting to a strangled, shouting groan. "I
want it! I want you! Want me! Love me!"
Intent on merging with its soul-mate, to blend with it
and create something pure, straining for new life as it
smashed through barriers of morals and social-
consciousness, deep in me launched a flaming, white-hot
cannon-ball. Boring me deep into her as her legs clamped
across my back, reaching for love greater than itself,
Julia's soft belly opened to receive it. "Come in me!
Come in me, my brother. Give me your love! Every
lovely drop of it."
An unwanted thought darting across my mind, sensing
momentary doubt, her hands grasping my shoulders as her
eyes flashed open, Julia's pelvis fiercely bucked at me.
"Do it to me!" she demanded. She shook me. "Do me!"
"Make us one!"