It Starts With Condoms

Story codes: mf, inc, bro/sis, romance

The following is a work of fiction. It is part of a story about
Steve and his sister, Anne. Sharon is their mother. She discovers
their intimate relationship and tries to help them as much as she
can, for reasons which will become apparent. The father is
clueless. He has no idea what is happening between his two
children. 

Interlude 1 - Steve is sixteen, Anne is fourteen

Sharon was searching for her favorite pair of earrings when it
occurred to her that she probably dropped them on the floor when
she came into her bedroom last night. She had her arms full of
the things she had cleaned out of the car and she had dropped
several items when she came in. The earrings were probably among
them. She had searched in all the obvious places and was about to
search the floor when she saw those little streaks on the carpet
left behind by the vacuum cleaner. Her daughter, Anne, had
vacuumed that day. There was a distinct possibility that the
vacuum had picked up the lost earring. At least it was worth a
try to check it out.

Steve had replaced the vacuum bag with a new one and had put the
used one in the trash. The trash bag was still beside the back
door, waiting to be taken out, so she opened it and removed the
vacuum cleaner bag. She pulled an old plastic wash basin from
under the kitchen sink and was about to dump the contents of the
bag into it when she noticed two small packages on top of the
dusty contents. It was two used condoms, hastily tucked back into
their foil wrappers. Obviously the user had attempted to dispose
of them without being detected.

She spread a paper towel on the cooking island, placed the two
condoms on it and then covered the arrangement with a dish towel.
She called the two siblings into the kitchen and had them stand
opposite her, on the other side of the island. She was certain
the condoms did not belong to Anne, being only fourteen. Steve on
the other hand was older and was probably sexually active. Sharon
wasn't too concerned about Steve having sex, after all he was
sixteen now. She was concerned about him having other kids in the
house when neither parent was home.

Sharon proceeded to tell both of them how she had been searching
for an earring, checked the vacuum cleaner bag just in case, and
look what she discovered, as she removed the towel. Their initial
reaction was exactly as she expected. She could tell by the looks
on their faces, even before she removed the towel, that Steve
knew what had happened and Anne did not. For emphasis, she
repeated the rule that other kids were not allowed in the house
if neither parent were home.

However, when she revealed the used condoms, Anne gasped and
began crying, Steve just stood there, a look of sheer panic on
his face. Wearing her stern mom face, Sharon says, "Whose are
these?" Steve looks down and says, "They're mine." Meanwhile Anne
is trembling like a leaf and shaking her head to say, "No." Steve
looks at Anne, then at the condoms, then back at Anne and then
says, "And Anne's too." Then he looks at his mom and says,
"They're ours." Anne is still crying but is now nodding her head
up and down to say "Yes."

Nobody says a word at first. This is not the revelation that
Sharon expected, nor wanted. She closes her eyes and lowers her
head, leaning heavily on the counter. Sharon knows she cannot
start crying, she just doesn't know what to do.

Then, after several long moments, Sharon lifts her head, blinks
away the wetness, and picks up the paper towel, carefully
wrapping the condoms inside. She deposits the package in the
trash and turns back to face her kids. She knows that by doing
this she is giving them permission but, thinking about her
relationship with her own brother, she knows full well what it is
she is giving them permission for.

Anne has stopped crying now, but she still has big tears
streaming down her face. Anne comes around the island and gives
her mother a big hug, looks into her eyes and says, "I love you
mom." Mom says, "I love you too, Anne." Steve also comes around
and he hugs them both. He hugs Anne especially close and whispers
in her ear, "I love you Anne."

The next day Sharon buys a pack of condoms, the same kind that
she and her brother Dave used until her hysterectomy. She is
surprised they still make the same kind, although the packaging
has changed. When she puts the pack in Steve's hand she holds his
hand in both of hers with the package in between. Then to answer
the question that he does not ask, she says, "I have a brother
too, just like Anne. When I was her age my brother taught me a
lot of things I needed to know. He was always gentle and took his
time, never going faster than I wanted."

Steve says, "Mom, I love Anne."

"I know honey, I know."

Two days later Sharon finds a spent condom in Anne's wastebasket
and the unused ones in the drawer of her end table. From then on,
Sharon checks periodically and when the supply dwindles down to
one or two, Sharon replenishes them, sometimes varying the style,
but always keeping some in the drawer.

Interlude 2   Two years later

Steve came in from his morning run and almost bumped into his
sister Anne before he saw her. She was standing in the front
hallway, talking on the phone. Steve tried to push by her but she
blocked his path, first one way, then the other. They push each
other back and forth until she says, "Whew!! What a sweaty stink!
Don't you think you should take a shower?" She says this half
into the phone, so whom ever she is talking to can hear also. She
liked to make her friends jealous, jealous that she got to spend
so much time with the high school's most popular wrestler. She
often wondered what they would think if they knew what was really
happening between her and her brother.

"Not until I rub some of this stink off on you!" With that, he
grabs her and pulls her close to him. She turns to run but he
hugs her around the waist and drags her into the middle of the
living room. She yells into the phone, "Lisa, I'll call you back.
I have to settle something with my brother."

Being a wrestler and two years older, it is easy for him to
overpower her. He picks her up and swings her around the room.
She is barely able to press the button to hang up before the
phone flies out of her hand and lands on the couch. She starts
yelling, "Stop it!! Stop it!!" When he finally sets her down she
squirms to escape, yelling, "Let me go!! Let me go!!" That is,
until he starts to reach up inside her sweat shirt. She is not
wearing a bra, having dressed quickly and minimally this
morning.

At this point, she senses his intention and stops her resistance.
When he asks, "Do you still want me to stop?" she leans back
against him. As he begins to gently kiss her neck she leans her
head to the side to allow him better access. 

As his left hand reaches across her chest and massages her right
breast, his right hand unsnaps her shorts and then slips inside,
down to the top of her mound. Her pubic hair is slightly matted
from their love making this morning, but that's not what he is
after. Reaching further, he gently spreads her labia with his
thumb and middle finger while his index finger finds her special
spot.

She would gladly turn around and give him some oral stimulation
to get him ready but she can tell by the way he is poking her
butt he is ready. So, instead, she focuses on getting herself
ready. She lifts her left arm and circles the back of his head to
stroke the hair on his neck. Her right hand reaches back to find
the waist band on his shorts, pulling him closer, telling him
that she is his. In her mind, she thought back to their morning
love making session. It was definitely raucous, noisy, and
physical, but very, very satisfying.

She had run into his room that morning, the instant she heard
dad's car pull away. She jumped on the bed, straddled him and
pinned his arms down with her knees. She almost shouted at him,
"I've been on these pills for three months!" Then quieter, "Do
you want to try them out?"

He said, "Sure. What do you want me to do?"

She said, "Tell me you love me .. and .. that you will give me
all the sex I want."

"Okay. Anne, I love you very much, and I will fuck you any time
you want." Then he bucked his hips throwing her off, and said,
"But first I have to go to the bathroom." As he started to leave
the room, Anne jumped up and put her foot down on the leg of his
pajama bottom, tripping him and sending him crashing to the
floor. As he picked himself up he said, "Okay, so that's how it's
going to be?"

He picked her up and threw her onto the bed. She landed on her
back and immediately spread her legs. He pounced on her, impaling
her with his stiff cock. They rolled around on the bed, covers
and pillows flying. At one point they got tangled in the sheet
and then slid off the bed, hanging there in a hammock until their
in-out pumping motions freed the sheet from its moorings and they
slowly sank to the floor.

They continued their lovemaking, rolling around on the floor,
making lots of noise and knocking over the waste basket, the desk
chair, a stack of books, and Steve's backpack, spilling the
contents and sending pencils and note cards flying. They finally
lapsed into an unspoken agreement: the one on top gets to control
the speed and motion but voluntarily surrenders the position
periodically to the other by initiating a roll over.

When they are both satisfied and drained, Steve starts to pull
out but Anne says, "Wait! Before you pull out, get my
underpants." He scooted over to the bed and with Anne still
attached, struggled to his feet and stumbled over to where she
had dropped her clothes. They looked like a strange animal, with
her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

She picked up her panties and turned them inside out. He dumped
her on the bed and when his cock slid out, she put her panties up
into her crotch to catch whatever might drip out. Then she
waddled out of his room and back to her room, waving good-by as
she left. As Steve watched her leave, he thought, "It's not so
bad having a sister."

As a wrestler, he was very strong. He was strong enough to fuck
her without even resting any weight on her. In fact, a lot of
times the only things touching when they made love were his cock
and her pussy. However, this morning had been a session filled
with pure energy and raw passion for them both. She thought about
this now as he gently jiggled her clit and brushed his palm over
her nipples.

When she is ready, she leans forward over the piano bench,
resting her weight on her hands.  Steve pulls her shorts and
panties down to her ankles. She lifts her left foot to free it
from her clothes and puts it down about a foot away, spreading
her legs to give him better access. Steve drops his running
shorts and carefully inserts himself into her waiting opening.

They move as one animal, working expertly together, their
knowledge of each other honed to perfection through plenty of
practice. They are both in the mood for something more subtle
than this morning so their motions are slow and deliberate. When
Steve whispers, "Are you close?" she doesn't answer, but instead
drops down to her elbows, grabbing the edge of the bench with her
hands. A few more seconds and she holds her breath, letting it
out and sucking it back in big gasps, groaning deep down inside.
She shudders and begins gripping the edge of the bench even
tighter, until her knuckles are almost white. Five seconds and
ten strokes later Steve pulls her close and lets his load of
semen splash against her cervix.

She waits patiently with him inside, trying to practice what she
has learned from her girl friends about her vaginal muscles. When
he finally pulls out, she steps back into her panties, pulling
them up quickly to catch as much of their mutual juices as she
can, for the second time today.

When they are both dressed and breathing slower, they kiss and
look into each others eyes, affirming that which they have just
done. Steve starts up the stairs and Anne picks up the phone just
as they hear their father's car pull into the driveway. When dad
comes through the front door, the shower is running upstairs and
Anne is back on the phone saying to Lisa, "So anyway, I had to
settle my brother down. Sometimes he can be so .. so .. so much
like a brother. Do you know what I mean?"

Later that day, as Anne undresses and gets ready to shower, she
thinks about what a perfect day it was. Anne and Steve had sex
twice and she had managed to catch almost all of their love
juices in her special panties. She pulls the blanket box from
underneath her bed, opens it up and puts a towel on top of the
contents. She takes the panties and lays them on top of the towel
and folds it over, so the panties will dry.

After dinner that night, they happened to be passing each other
in the upstairs hall when Steve hooked his thumb in Anne's elbow.
She swung around to face him and he pulled her close and kissed
her. She responded by kissing back then sucking gently on his
lower lip and running her tongue between his lips and teeth. She
said, "Yummy! What was that for?"

He said, "I had a great day, because of you, and I wanted to
thank you." She leaned closer, put her arms around him, and put
her head on his chest so she could hear his heart beat. He
continued, "Boy, I hope those pills are working."

She looked up at him and said, "Me too. But, you know, sometimes,
.. a part of me .. wishes .." and her voice trails off.

He thought for a moment then said, "I know what you mean. But we
have to wait until we both graduate from college." That was the
first time he had spoken of the future, a future with her in it
and it gave her a euphoric feeling.

Interlude 3   Two months later

Sharon was doing some cleaning in Steve's room when she noticed
that one of his desk drawers is slightly open. Out of the corner
of her eye, she noticed something familiar inside a plastic bag
on top of the drawer's contents. It was the blue panties with the
cotton crotch that Anne had insisted on purchasing several weeks
ago. Sharon hadn't seen them in the wash for a while, but had
written them off as not being the kind that Anne liked anyway.
They were the low cut bikini type and Anne normally preferred the
full style of panties. That's why Sharon found it so interesting
that Anne had wanted to buy a pair like that in the first place.

Now here they were in Steve's desk drawer. She picked up the
package and discovered the crotch was stiff, like cardboard. She
also noticed a note, written in Anne's unmistakable handwriting.
All she could see of the note was, "I promise. A." The A was
written with plenty of flourishes and serif. She had seen Anne
sign a few things in this way before, but only on special
occasions.

Sharon was not the type to snoop but she was curious so after
dinner, when dad had gone to the garage to tinker, she asked the
siblings what this was about. The panties were a birthday gift
from Anne to Steve, on Anne's sixteenth birthday. The note was
folded in half in the package. If Sharon had taken it out and
unfolded it she would have seen that it said, "You can have me
anytime you want. I promise. A."