>be 20 year old me hanging with my 16 year old sister >we hang out all the time watching movies and cooking >it’s late and we just finished watching a movie >we are both tired and decide to go to sleep >share bed and cuddle like we have done a thousand times before >nothing weird about it to us, grew up doing this >I spoon her and fall asleep >wake up in the middle of the night >realize my right hand is holding her breast and the left is frantically fingering her >I’ve been doing this in my sleep apparently >remove my hands in a panic and notice my sister is awake >"Fuck, i’m really sorry. I must have done it in my sleep.” >”Don’t worry anon, it’s fine. I could have removed your hands but I didn’t want to wake you.” >mfw we woke up the next morning and there were no weirdness
Now 8 years later we still hang out like this and sleep and cuddle together almost on a weekly basis even though I’m in a long term serious relationship and she’s married with kids. Our respective partners are understanding of our relationship and don’t mind us setting up dates so that we can spend evenings and nights alone.
>>655145129 The thing is none of us have really been aware of the taboo associated with our behavior, at least not before our late teens, and by then this type of bonding had become so natural and quite honestly important to us so we just kept doing it.
My best incest story was actually my best friends girlfriend. I was at her house helping her brother with a science paper. We decided to quit working at 1 in the morning and I just curled up on the beanbag chair and fell asleep. About 6 the next morning I wake up to moans. The brother and sister are fucking and trying to be quiet. They notice me watching and get horrified. She finally admits she's dating my friend to keep the rents in the dark until they both turn 18. At that point they were going to move to Canada after a drive by wedding in Reno. Back to my knowing though. I had a price to keep silent. She tried to get off easy by offering me herself in secret. I wanted her to break up publicly with my friend and come to me so I could use her as arm candy. I never had sex with her though, the number of girls vying to peel me off from her kept my dick shiny clean
*Been having reoccurring dream since a child of my mother trying to fix my penis becuase it was getting big. *Be 7 or 8, have sore penis[dont know why] *In dream mother puts cream on penis but it keeps getting bigger *oh no, we have to clean it she says *cleans me *"oh its still big. Let me see if it will go to sleep when he is warm" *mother puts penis in mouth *penis hurts its so big *not sure to laugh or cry but feels good *"oh well, i guess its not getting any smaller, you should just go to bed and it will go away eventually.
*be 22 ***have first therapy after step brother death *have firsts regression session *O_O Realize dream was a memory
>>655150247 my story has elements that make it practically impossible for people to believe me on this site, but it's all true.
for example, i have a big dick, and was precocious. i had an adult sized dick by the time i was 11, and i know that because the first time i measured it was after a conversation with buddies in the 6th grade about our dicks. i told them i was like 4 inches or so cause that's what some of them told me they were. i went home and measured and i was already almost 9 inches long. my dick didn't really get any bigger past that age. mom loved it.
>be 18 >living briefly with 'friends with benefit' girl and her family >she has two older sisters and one younger brother >brother is 14, shy, raised by women his whole life >me, fwb, and her brother are home alone watching TV after school >brother gets awkward when sex scene comes on and covers his eyes >fwb looks at me and tells me I need to give her brother 'the talk' because he has no other older guy in his life to do it >she doesn't want him getting bullied in school over it >wtf, why do this to me >ask him what he knows about sex >talk a bit about it, basic shit >he has an okay understanding but needed some things explained >ask him if he masturbates at all >'no' >wtf, I was masturbating since I was 11 >fwb has me explain it to him >he still doesn't seem to understand >she asks if I can just show him how >he looks at me awkwardly, but can tell he really wants help >fwb says she'll stay in the room >brother doesn't seem too concerned about it >I pull my pants and underwear off, not hard at all >the brother does the same, his little dick is diamonds, likely from all the sex talk >my dick is still soft, but I grab it and show him the basic movements >he's sloppily doing the same to his >looks like it can't feel good at all >tell him he's never going to cum like that and I'd show him better, but I wasn't horny >ask both if they know of any porn in the house >'no' >say it's fine and joke that I've cum plenty of times to his sister's ass >see lightbulb go off in her head
>she says she'll help >she pulls her jeans off and gets on her hands and knees in the middle of the room >tells me to use her ass like I do to cum sometimes so her brother can see how it works >I'm really awkward at this point, but they're both really concerned with the sex ed lesson >I kneel behind her on the floor and slide her underwear down to her knees >deliciously pink asshole staring at me in the face >perfectly shaved puffy pussy lips right underneath >start jerking my hard dick >staring at this girl's ass and pussy >keep reaching out with one hand to rub and touch her while jerking off >the brother joins me on the floor >staring at his sister's ass while jerking his dick >she's on the floor, completely motionless and silent as if nothing is happening behind her >her brother is still doing a sloppy job, but keeps looking at me and trying to get better >after awhile I announce that I'm about to cum >he turns his eyes towards my dick to watch the show, but doesn't stop jerking his own >I shoot a massive load over his sister's ass >splurt after splurt, it's hitting her ass, pussy, running down her leg >she stays still >almost instantly her brother says he feels funny and asks if he's going to cum >without saying anything he starts cumming >with more force than me, his cum lands on his sister's back, her ass, drips down along her pussy >he almost collapses after he's done >his sister asks if he learned enough >he shyly nodded his head and ran to his room >my fwb got up and washed off in the bathroom >her brother came down from his room about an hour later >we all three sat on the couch watching TV like nothing happened >nobody has mentioned that day since.
>>655152891 You really should spice that story up a bit. Like he end up fucking his sister and she loves it. Both of you creampie her and she ends up preggers. You both raise the child as your own and don't bother about a paternity test.
>The next BIG FUCKING THING didn’t happen for over a week. Jewel’s dad wasn’t busy and drove her to ballet the next week, and then took her home. No opportunity presented itself. I sure as hell wasn’t going to appear desperate (I mean, I was desperate. Wouldn’t you be? But I wasn’t going to appear that way). But that doesn’t mean the plot didn’t thicken in the mean time. Remember how I told you that Jewel and I went to the same school, but two different campuses? Well, I was on the track team, and so were Vanessa and Laura. I know I didn’t mention it yet, but Vanessa and Jewel go to the same school. So do our as-yet supporting cast of Sara and Laura, by the way. And while middle school and high school sports were definitely not integrated as a rule, track was the big exception. Most of track practice, for distance runners like me, took place at a little park near the middle school called Johnson Park. As in “Let me see your Johnson Park.” See how mature high school students are?. Our warm-up was the one mile jog to the park. And on certain days, the middle school track team was also over there. Middle school track was a joke. It basically was the cross country runners getting another season in the spring. And many of their practices just involved playing ultimate Frisbee – which was a way to keep them all running around without having to direct them too much. The students who were good at running around – that is, the students who took cross country seriously enough in middle school to participate earnestly – were also the students who dominated the ultimate Frisbee game. And the students who used practice as an additional two hours to socialize could be seen walking together and talking during the game.
>That was middle school track. Not so for us. My events were the 400 meter race, the 1600 meter relay (which was 4 legs of 400 meters), the 800 meter race, and the 3200 meter relay (4 legs of 800 meters). We trained pretty hard for high schoolers because it was the one sport that our school actually did well. People actually came to track meets to cheer us on (normally close friends and girlfriends, but still!)
>Looking back on it, I think high school was one bad idea after another sponsored by adults who were once high school students and should have known better. Girls in tiny little shorts and tank tops doing stretches in front of boys only a handful of years older? Whose idea was this?!
>Anyhow, as we were doing our warmup calisthenics at Johnson park a little over a week after my little IM conversation with McLarge, I saw the middle school track team jog into view. When Vanessa sees me, she does a little wave. For a second, I almost lost it. I need to tell this girl not to fucking wave at me in public like that!! Anyhow, nobody saw anything, so I was in the clear.
>Then she walks over to where I’m sitting, doing sit-ups. She stands right over me. God this is the best view. She might as well not be wearing shorts for all the good they’re doing. I can see right up to her panties. Fucking white panties!! I can just see what I think is a cameltoe – it might have just been shadows but ItsStillRealToMeDammit.mp4.
>Oh shit, she’s trying to talk to me! Must. Pay. Attention. All I can think of is cameltoe!
>“Hey, Jewel isn’t at ballet this week.” I might have known this. Not sure. I’m looking around to make sure nobody’s listening to my conversation.
>“Well, that sucks then. I was kind of enjoying picking her up and then chaperoning her get-togethers.” I go for the sly smile.
> Her: “Yeah, well, we’re going to need to come up with a better excuse this week.”
> Me “Maybe we can give it a rest for another week. How exactly are you going to convince your parents that hanging out with a sophomore makes sense?””
> Her “Convince my parents? Dude! They don’t stick around during the weekend. I think they’re going to be in New York from Friday afternoon to, like, Sunday.”
> Me “Is that normal?”
> Her “No. Most people’s parents don’t leave town every other weekend. Normal for my dad? Oh yes. Our maid is supposed to babysit us. But she mostly keeps to herself. And that means you’re welcome to come by. Jewel’s going to be there too. Bring a swimsuit.
I kid you not, my friends, she really talked like this. Money was no object. It can be kind of cool to have a rich friend. It can be even cooler to have a rich niece’s best friend who wanted to blow you. Just sayin.
> “And what excuse does someone 3 years older than you have at your house while your parents aren’t home?”
> “First of all, you don’t need an excuse. Gone means gone. The maid doesn’t spy for them. But, if you want, you can bring Jewel. She needs a ride.” Good idea. “Oh by the way” she said, “you like what you see?” As she says it, she pulls on her shirt, like its a nervous tic or something. It gave me a view right up to her sports bra!! Hey, it wasn't a visible tit. But at the time, I took what I could get.
>If this bitch gives me a boner while I’m in track pants, I’ll kick her ass. I just smile. More like a shit-eating grin. Manage not to boner. I’ll have a great image to fap to later.
> Later that week. Jewel comes up with some dumb excuse for me to drive her home. I don’t find out about it until my dad tells me that morning. Oh, and it means I’m picking her up at the mall.
> Of course, I find her at the Blockbuster Music. She’s looking at some boy-band CD I was sure she already had. She’s got this flannel shirt on, unbuttoned, over a tank top and a skirt.
> Me “Hey there, dipshit. I found out this morning that I’m taking you home.”
> Her “You found out just now that you’re taking me to a movie first.”
> Me “No, that never happened because I have shit to do tonight.”
> Her “Oh, I’m sorry. What do you have to do?” She put on an innocent face and everything. And no, I didn’t have anything to do. I mean, unless you count precalculus, literature, history, Spanish, and chemistry homework… which I didn’t. I routinely did that shit late at night. Looking back on it, I kind of wish my parents had tried harder to keep me disciplined. I know that sounds stupid, but time management is probably one of my biggest struggles. For example, I should be working, and instead I’m having bouts of nostalgia with all of my besties on /b/. Maybe if I didn’t routinely wait until the later hours to start my homework… But I digress… I likely wasn’t going to get any work done for another three hours anyhow, so I might as well spend that time in a movie theater. Did I ask my parents whether I was allowed to do that?!? No. Did I get in trouble for that? No. See what I mean about discipline?
> Me “Fine. What movie?”
> Some new movie that was kind of an action movie. Nothing memorable. Doesn’t matter. That’s not why I’m telling you about the movie.
> It turns out, we’re basically the only people in the theater. There were some people from a different school in the front of the theater. But it was Jewel and I way in the back, all by our lonesome, for the entire movie.
> That means we got started pretty much at the beginning of the movie.
> Step 1, cut a hole in a box.
> Naw, just kidding guys. The truth is, we started off kind of slow.
> As the opening credits begin to roll, I put my arm around her shoulder. Her hand goes on my leg. She’s making up for a couple of weeks ago when Vanessa sat next to me.
> With her other hand, she pulls my hand down so that its hanging just over her breast. They’re small, like I’ve told you before, but she definitely had breasts. More than breasts, she had these awesome puffy nipples that stuck out when she got excited. And she was excited. Now, by this time, I’d only seen her tits for a moment here and there. She was still playing hard to get. I don’t mean to spoil the story, but before its over, I get a few nice looks at her tits. At this point, though, I only know what I can feel with my fingers, and it’s the nipples that I notice first. They’re… inviting.
> We were kind of in public, so I didn’t want to just get to work on these nips. Instead, I’m running my hand up and down the right breast, kind of brushing the nipples, over the shirt, with my fingers as I pass them by. I realize that she isn’t wearing a bra.
> After doing this for a little while, I take a chance and reach under her collar. Jewel breaths in sharply. I look at her to make sure this is ok. She’s smiling and biting her lip. I start to run my hand up and down her breast again, this time touching the nipple directly.
> I think each time my fingers brushed against it, I heard another little gasp. She had come into the theater turned on, knowing where this was going, and so I hardly had to do any work to get her excited.
> I put the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and start to squeeze it, roll it around. At first, I was gentle. This was family. I didn’t want to hurt her.
> She was struggling to keep her composure. I decide to test her. I squeeze the nipple in my fingers.
> Her mouth opens. She inhales sharply. Now I’m worried someone’s going to hear. But the movie is on way too loud, and the only other people here don’t realize that it’s a piece of shit.
> She shifts her hand so that its on top of my dick. There’s no way she’s going to be unzipping my pants or anything. This place is way too public, even if nobody is here. But that doesn’t stop her from rubbing me through the pants. I loved it, but the truth was that I was otherwise occupied.
> Suddenly, I realize why she’s got that flannel with her. She takes it off – it wasn’t doing hardly anything anyhow – and puts in over her lap, covering her legs. Then she looks at me and winks.
> Ballerina’s legs… If I know how to write poetry, /b/, I could tell you all about them. Well, I could tell you about Jewel’s legs. Soft, smooth skin covering sculpted muscle. My niece was a work of art. And I had my hands on the tops of her thighs.
> I don’t know how much patience you had in high school. I didn’t have any. If I was touching a girls legs, and I didn’t think she’d mind, I would try to go higher and higher until I met resistance. And that’s what I did.
> I tried to move slowly – not really, but it felt slow to me – up the inside of her leg. Creeping under her skirt, pushing it out of the way. When I was just under her pussy, I looked at her to see if she was making a face. Jewel was pretending to watch the fucking movie!!! The stare was intent. “Don’t stop” she said. Almost a whisper. I heard it. I didn’t stop.
> She was wearing underwear, but I could feel the heat through the material. She was wet, and it showed. This time, it wasn’t a sharp gasp. Her eyes closed and she breathed deeply. I flattened my hand against her panties and started to search, through the fabric, for the edges of her lips.
> “Oh fuck” I hear Jewel say. One of the guys who was sitting in front of us was out of his seat, walking this way. I just stop what I’m doing and try to play it cool. He didn’t even register that we were there.
> Didn’t matter. That was a bonerkill for me.
> “Can you go get me a slurpee?” Jewel asks me. Well fuck. I guess I’m getting Jewel a slurpee.
>You know how you sometimes remember things through smells and sounds – kind of like how Vanessa’s house always smells like cedar wood, and now , whenever I smell cedar, I remember Vanessa’s house. Well, I remember the flavor of that extra-sweet white cherry, I remember the fact that it was white cherry (what the fuck is that?!) and I remember associating that flavor with this mini-date with my 13 year old niece.
> Back in the theater, I give her the slurpee, and I sit back down. She puts her hand back on my dick and looks at me. Her eyebrows go up, like she’s challenging me.
> I don’t need much encouragement. Her flannel is in position, and I get to work. My hand goes right back down to where it was before we were rudely interrupted.
> GOLD!!!! While I was gone getting the slurpee, she had taken off her fucking panties. When she sees my mouth hang open in shock, she giggles. One of the people up front turns around and looks for a second. We deadpan. They don’t see anything interesting, and so they turn back around.
> Her pussy was wet, my friends. I could tell that she wanted to make some noise when I started to touch her. She held it together, though, for great justice!!
> I put a finger in. I remember the feeling to this day. It felt like it was on fire. I start to move it in and out. She grabs my dick like she’s holding on for her life.
> I push my finger in, and run it up the front as I take it out. Repeat as necessary. She’s getting wetter, and her face is losing its composure. If anyone saw us now, there’d be no pretending. We’d be toast. But the people in front of us had no idea what a quality movie was, and so they were too busy watching our hero kill some bad guy we just met, and don’t care about now that he’s dead.
> I don’t know if Jewel orgasmed. I’ve never been one of those guys that ask, incessantly “did you cum? did you cum?” Women really are from a different planet (I don’t know shit about Venus) when it comes to sex. I do know that Jewel’s eyes lit up like it was Christmas. Baby Jesus had made an appearance. Jewel was communing with God.
>>655156441 the backstory can be found at tinyurl com/wincestdrive someone kindly archived it over there. Its called Vanillafag's Venture. If we're real nice, maybe that same gentleman will add this to the archive.
> I don’t want to spoil the movie for you, but the good guy kills the bad guy, and rescues the female lead. And I know that because I read the synopsis on IMDB a couple of years ago. Jewel and I snuck out of the theater.
> We laughed in the car ride about how close we were to getting caught. Truth is, nobody cared about us and we weren’t about to get caught. But in our heads, we were in imminent danger the entire time we were there!!! I was James Bond. I had magical hands, and stealth abilities.
> Home isn’t far away, so we got there pretty quickly. It really isn’t that late, so I wasn’t shocked that Jewel’s parents were still out.
> “I don’t think we have much time,” she tells me. “Come inside.”
> I start to say something like “do you think that’s a good idea?!” But then I remembered that I didn’t care.
> As soon as the front door closes, she turns around and kisses me. Remember how I told you I remembered the flavor of the slurpee? I didn’t buy one for myself. This is how I remember it. I remember the sweet flavor of cherries on Jewel’s tongue.
> My hands are now working of their own volition. I grab her ass and pull her close. It was a natural reaction /b/. You’d do the same. Even if it was your niece. Believe you me. She grinds against me for a moment.
> Then she drops to her knees. Yes sir, that’s how it happened. Nothing ceremonious. We weren’t even in her room. This was the entrance foyer to their house. We had complete privacy for at least the next 10-15 minutes.
> Don’t worry, /b/, I always take a shower after track. My balls smelled Zestfully Clean, and my pits smelled of Old Spice. She unzipped my pants, pulled my dick out of their little home in my boxer shorts, and went to work.
> I remember how cold her mouth still was from the slurpee, and how she tried to put the whole thing in her mouth, without success. I also remember how she cupped my balls with one of her hands, and grabbed the shaft with the other, like she’d been watching porn videos (likely at a friend’s house – this was before the days of easily downloadable porn. When you’re still using dialup, pictures are as good as it gets.
> I remember trying not to make any noise, and failing. And I remember telling Jewel “I’m gonna cum!!” about a moment before it happened.
> Jewel kept on sucking. Kind of. I could tell that she wasn’t ready. But she seemed to want to try. This was about trying new things, after all. A little surprised pout came out of her, but it was mostly muffled. Her lips were wrapped pretty tightly around my dick.
> When I was done cumming, she tried to weakly smile. She swallowed. And then took a sip of her slurpee. Fucking white cherry!
> “Sorry,” I said.
> “Don’t be. I wanted to see what it was like.”
> “It’s a little disgusting, to be honest. I’m going to go wash my mouth out. You better get out of here. Dad will be home any minute. See you on Saturday. I heard you were driving me to Vanessa’s.” She tried to smile, and then she was gone.
Well.. where I think I differentiate myself from a lot of other three or four post story tellers is that I'm not writing 'porn'.. sure, the point of the story is that I fucked my sister. But that's not all I'm writing. I just can't make it that simple. Trust me, I've tried 'rushing' my story. Doesn't sit well with me. I understand that some people don't want to read a whole damn novel, and if my story doesn't appeal to them, all I can do is be sorry. I'm me, and I'm writing my story. It has to be written the way it feels right for me to write. Make sense?
>>655161522 Your story is great the cliffhanger as much as it sucks the reason it does suck is because your story is so good. I just give you shit because im over here chomping at the bit wanting more. As i say that i realize how sad it really is but idc ive accepted it
I'm in the process. To an extent, reading your story is one of the things that caused me to tell my story. I enjoy your style of writing. I haven't gotten to the big sad cliffhanger yet. So I reserve the right to change my mind.
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