Interludes 1 - Three short stories, variations around a single
theme.

The following is fiction.
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Fishing: Number One
Story codes: inc, m/f, bro/sis

When we were much younger, my older brother and I liked to go
fishing together. I would pack us a lunch of bologna sandwiches,
he would dig up a can of worms, and we would ride our bicycles
out to a woods that had a nice gentle stream flowing through it.
In those days, if you knew the farmer, you could just walk into
his woods and spend the day fishing.

Our relationship reached a turning point when Michael turned
sixteen. He became much more confident and, in some ways, easier
to get along with. Not that we had ever had any major problems
getting along, but one day things really changed.

On the particular day I am thinking of, we rode out to our
favorite fishing place, deep in a neighbor's woods where the
stream spread out into a small pond. I spread out the blanket and
Mike lay down the fishing gear. However, instead of baiting our
lines, he stripped from the waist down and waded into the pond
until the water was up to his knees. I wasn't surprised by the
sight of his cock. I had seen him naked before, when he stepped
out of the shower and I was sitting on the toilet. Neither of us
said a word about those encounters, as though they were just a
normal occurrence. To tell the truth, I had set them up, on more
than one occasion.

I waited a few moments, perhaps to see what he was doing, but
mostly just getting up my nerve. I took off my clothes, put on my
sandals and waded out myself, upstream, with my back to him. I
picked up a stick that was floating by and drew small circles in
the water as I waited patiently for him to come to me. When I
felt his hand on my shoulder, I stepped backward until I could
feel his erection pressing against my thigh. I raised myself onto
my toes and slid his cock under me, between my legs. He wrapped
his arms around me and I leaned back, my head on his shoulder.

When he began to massage my breasts, such as they were at that
time, I responded by squeezing my legs together, providing a nice
cozy nest for his cock. We stayed like that for what seemed like
a long time. Finally, he picked me up, carried me ashore and lay
me on the blanket. Taking off his shirt, he crawled on top of me
so his cock was close to my opening. We kissed, long and softly.
No surprise, we had been kissing each other good night each
evening for some time. It started out with a friendly sibling
peck on the cheek but had progressed to full mouth contact,
sometimes for a minute at a time.

This time when he broke away, he whispered in my ear, "I love you
Susan." Then I helped guide him inside me, slowly, gently, ever
deeper. That was about all the conversation we had. Sometimes two
people don't have to talk to express their feelings. Anyway,
that's all I remember of our conversation until that night, in
the hallway outside my bedroom. After our good night kiss, he
told me, "I meant everything I said Susan. I love you."

The only thing I could do was say, "I know you do. I know you do,
because I love you. I always have and I always will."

A lot of time has passed since then. I have had sex with two
boyfriends and now my husband but I still remember that first
time with Michael like it happened only an hour ago. No one has
ever satisfied me or treated me as lovingly as Michael did that
day, as he always has since then. Even after we both married and
had children of our own, we still fuck any and every chance we
get. It is still just as wonderful, just as exciting as it was
that first time.

Fishing: Number Two
Story codes: inc, m/f, bro/sis

My older brother and I liked to go fishing together. We would
usually pack a lunch and spend the whole day in a neighbor's
woods. Most of the larger wooded areas around where we lived had
a nice gentle stream flowing through them that were perfect for a
secluded day of relaxing.

One summer day, shortly after Tom turned sixteen, we headed out
for a day to our favorite fishing spot. This particular day, Tom
brought his girlfriend Sarah along. After we spread the blanket
out, Tom put the gear down but before he could start baiting the
hooks, Sarah dropped to her knees in front of him, unzipped his
shorts and reached into his underpants to pull his cock out. She
began kissing and sucking it, periodically looking over at me. I
was so jealous I didn't know what to do. I wanted to shout at
her, "Hey! He's MY brother! I should be the one doing that!"

Maybe she sensed my frustration because it didn't take long
before she asked, "Do you want to try it?"

I had to stifle the urge to leap forward at the invitation.
Instead, I slowly stepped forward and knelt in front of Tom.
After all, I really didn't know what I was doing. As I licked the
outside up and down, Sarah gently explained how to suck it
without my teeth getting in the way. In fact, she taught me a lot
that day.

I had all sorts of happy visions that day; visions of Tom coming
home from a date, coming into my room and asking for a blow job;
visions of Tom fucking me some day, just the two of us; visions
of me being the best fuck experience he has ever had.

Since that time, all of these dreams have come true, all of these
dreams and then some. Right now, I am pregnant with our second
child. Our first child, Little Amy, is such a cute, loving child.
She is hoping for a little brother to share our family with. And
Tom? Tom is the best father and the most wonderful companion that
a girl could ask for.

Fishing: Number Three
Story codes: inc, m/f, bro/sis

When I was growing up in a small town in the mid west, my older
brother and I would often go fishing with some of our friends.
One particular afternoon, Eddie and I set out on our bicycles to
spend the day at one of our favorite ponds, deep in the woods
about two miles away. Along the way, we stopped at Eddie's
girlfriend's house to fill our water bottles.

Eddie wanted Betty to come along with us for the afternoon, but
she was baby sitting her little brother Robert. Robert's bicycle
had a flat tire, so once Eddie fixed the tire Betty was convinced
it was okay to bring him along.

The pond was deserted as usual so we set up a little camp site
with a blanket and basket of snacks. The fishing was terrible but
no one cared as we were just enjoying the day. It was one of
those hot summer days that is best experienced beneath the shade
of a dense woods.

After a while, Betty said, "Hey Eddie .. Annie, want to see
something?" I put down my pole and walked over to where Betty was
standing, about two feet in front of Robert. I don't recall how
old Robert was. He was certainly younger than any of the rest of
us, but he was old enough to know about what happened next.

Betty reached out and pulled Robert's pants down. As he stood
there with his pants and underwear at his ankles, Betty took
Robert's cock in her hand, pulled the foreskin back, and kissed
the tip.

Now I had seen a boy's cock before. In fact, I had seen Eddie's
many times because he often came in the bathroom to pee while I
was in the tub. However, this was the first time I had seen a
cock that was not circumcised. I was fascinated by how it looked
and fascinated by what was happening between Betty and Robert.

Robert acted like he didn't care that Betty was playing with him
like that. In fact, he continued playing with his yo-yo like he
didn't even notice.

Robert's cock was small, so small that Betty took both his cock
and his balls in her mouth at the same time. When Betty asked me
if I wanted to play with him, I said, "No" even though I really
wanted to. When I looked at Eddie for an answer, he just said,
"Go ahead, if you want to" and went back to his fishing pole.

Later that night, as I was lying in bed staring at the ceiling,
Eddie walked by. My bedroom door was open so when Eddie peeked in
he said, "Hey Annie, what are you thinking about?"

I said, "I was thinking about this afternoon. You know, about
what happened between Betty and Robert."

He just stood there a moment but when I didn't continue he asked,
"What do you think about it?"

I said, "Well, I might be a little jealous."

After another thoughtful pause he said, "Oh," and started to move
on.

When I saw he was leaving I said, "Do you ever think we might do
something like that?"

He snapped back to the doorway, and almost angrily said, "You
mean, would I ever suck on Robert? No way! Not him, not any other
guy!"

It was clear he had misunderstood me so I said, "No. I mean, do
you ever think I would suck on you like that?"

Even though I couldn't see his face, I could tell he began to
smile. He said, "Sis, if you ever want to do that, just let me
know. Although, I can't say as I would ever be so lucky."

"Would you teach me? We could start tonight."