Valerie Gray

Siblings Who Lust With Trust

It's All-Relative

Delany Smith

Delany's life was generally pretty lousy but it did have some advantages.

First, let us consider the lousy points. He was just old enough to drive but there was no possible chance of his getting a permit. He had two younger sisters. He had to spend almost all his time taking care of his sisters. His father was dead and his mother worked six days a week to support them. She was gone from after school until 7:30 in the morning. They saw her for breakfast and dinner and that was it. The rest of the time Delany had to be the parent. The oldest sister was little more than a mobile vegetable. She could walk, feed, and dress herself with help but she would never learn to talk, read or communicate with anybody beyond a few grunts and cries. Money was tight and spare time was nonexistent for the boy.

On the good side he had two pretty sisters. One of which could not ever tell anybody about anything. He had lots of time to do whatever he wanted. He made good use of his advantages. Nancy was the older of the two and was just nicely developed. She was a pretty, well built girl if you could ignore the nobody home signs in her eyes. Monica was also pretty had only just started to develop. She was also a selfish twit and was not all that bright either. Her one saving grace was her willingness to keep a bargain if she got something out of it.

Not surprisingly Nancy was where Delany started his abuse. It had been one evening when Monica had been away at a party and Delany had been feeling sorry for himself. “Why her and not me ” was the question on his mind as he bathed Nancy. It just wasn't fair that the brat got to have fun and he was stuck cleaning up and taking care of the gimp. Just about then he noticed that the body he was washing had some very nice little curves, slits, and protrusions. For the first time in his life he realized his sister was more than a pain in the ass.

It took a week before he managed to get some condoms but once he had them he got laid for the first time in his life. What surprised him even more was from what he could tell Nancy seemed to like parts of it too. From then on he managed to screw her several times a week. He also learned how to eat her pussy, which she enjoyed. She never got the hang of sucking him though and he had the teeth marks to prove it a bad idea. One side effect that was noticed though. After a while Nancy learned how to finger herself for pleasure and was apt to do it anytime. He figured there would be trouble about that but the doc said it happened often and there was nothing that could be done about it.

Monica did not know about what her siblings were doing but one day she had her own question to handle. Delany had seen her experimenting with self-pleasure and decided that she should be pleasuring him instead of his hand's desire.

Money turned up missing from their mother's purse and of course Delany found it hidden in Monica's panty drawer. From then on it was simple blackmail.

Monica was soon sucking Delany off whenever he wanted it. She hated the taste but she knew she had no choice. Mom would never believe she had not stolen the money. From sucking they progressed to other things and before long she had lost her cherry and was taking him in her ass. He demanded anal with the explanation that rubbers were both too hard to come by and were too expensive. Neither one of them wanted her to get knocked up s it was up the poop chute he went.

For the next three years Delany had all the sex he could handle. But all good things come to an end. He got drafted and once he was out of the house Monica decided she was free of any deals. She had hated the whole idea of fucking him and one day had blurted out the whole tale to her mother. Needless to say, the shit hit the fan.

Nothing was ever that same again.

An Incest Debate with Emily

Ben Oliver

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I was sixteen, almost seventeen at the time and when I heard the familiar bickering and griping in the driveway: ah, my loving parents. 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 it.

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 jived-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.

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.

I heard: 'Benjamin, 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 eleven 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.

I said: 'Goddamn sis! What are you doing sneaking up on me this way!'

She yelled back: 'Did not! You snuck up on me! I was here first!'

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 tote bag on top of my escape-bag.

'No. 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 saw her nod in agreement. 'Okay, follow me, do as I say and hang on tight. This could be fun.' I laughed 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.

I didn't have any clue where to go. 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 thing .

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. 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 tote bag 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 asked.

I shrugged. '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. 'I don't have a swimming suit with me. Didn't know what you had in mind'

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 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.

'Wow! 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.

I told her, '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 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.

'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.

'In your bare butt! 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 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 and: 'That's a mighty big hair sticking out there, bro! Want me to put curlers in that one?' 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.

I went, 'Ouch, you cruel little twit! I give up!!! You win!' 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 and said, '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 girly 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.

Yes indeed, 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 hunkiest 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. '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. Are you insane or something? Jesus fuck, 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, obviously.

Emily pouted a little and did not seem too convinced about it. '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.

'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 things. 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 continued to lecture me, starting with vehemence, 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.

'Yeah, but listen to me. No! Listen to me,' and 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 said. '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. I mean, think of when you get a boyfriend?then what about 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., and said, '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 this 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.

Softly, I said, '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.'

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 dipstick. If you go on like that I'll soon make a mess of things and I would mightily abhor that.'