Date: 11 Oct 2003 21:08:18 -0000
From: satyaki  sharma <satyaki_sharma@rediffmail.com>
Subject: satyaki's story of incest

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Usual Disclaimers Apply -- if you aren't over 18, if this is illegal in
your country, if you find this distasteful etctera then please don't read
this story. It involves incestous sex between a brother, a sister, and a
cousin who visits them once. It may be extended later.

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This is about my incestous experiences - mostly with a sister - hope it is
not a bore.

I grew up in a big family - we were a baker's dozen worth of children - and
I was the youngest. I had this sister who was just ten months my elder, but
all the others were much elder to me. So we two were out of most of the
games of those people, and left to our own devices. So obviously we got
down to playing 'doctor' - and we devised elaborate games where, for
example, the evil tailor would make a dress for the angelic heroine that
would be held on a single thread. He would pull it and then she would be
naked and helpless infront of him to exploit. The fantasies that 8 year
olds can cook up! She never let me play with her vagina though, somehow she
wasn't just comfortable with that. We did a lot of kissing and rubbing
though.

One of my teenage brothers played with both of us once. He was teaching us
how to fire the air-gun that we children used to amuse ourselves. So you
can picture this teenager with a cute child in his lap, holding the gun,
his cheek by the child's cheek, quietly breathing into his ear as the teen
explains how to take aim and shoot. We found the experience quite
'tingling' and enjoyed him feeling us up. But this was just once, and he
didn't ever do it again. I don't know why.

Anyhow we got caught by our family once while playing 'doctor', and were
severly admonished. We had this feeling that this wasn't right, and once
had sworn on God not to play with each other that way, but we just couldn't
stop ourselves. The lecture by our parents, "you shouldn't play with each
other like that", just helped our resolve. Our suspicions that we had been
doing something wrong were confirmed, and we kept hands off for some years.

The action started when I was about 14 years old. It was winter, and in the
comfort of a blanket, I lay on the bed in my room, watching 'BATMAN'. You
know, the old 60-70s type TV series. So anyways she came in, and snuggled
into the blanket with me. My hands usually stay warm, while hers get like
ice during winter. So like always she gave me her hands to hold and warm
up. I moved our hand below her wollen sweater (but above her tee) to help
the warmth spread to her hands. After a few minutes, she got up suddenly
and left, saying, "I am going to the bathroom". When she got back into the
blanket, she immediately took hold of my hands and then kept them on her
tummy below her tee. Her skin felt good, and by now I had forgotten about
the show on the TV. Our hands got real hot and started perspiring below
that wool (and the blanket on top, remember) so I moved my hand out of hers
and laid it on her stomach. I moved it around, feeling her body, and moved
it up a bit. I was surprised when I touched her breast. She had taken off
her bra! I rubbed my thumb on the lower curve, and then came to the
cleavage. Her breasts were quite big by then, and it felt real hot and
close between them. I felt around her breasts a bit, and then moved my hand
down back to hers. She held my hand in a tight grip for a while, and then
left it. I wasn't sure, but I felt like she had pushed it downwards.

Trance-like, I pushed my hand downwards till I ran into where her hair
started. I didn't have the courage to go any further below, and just felt
around a bit. Suddenly my mom came into the room, and my hand shot back
faster than you could say 'robin'. She asked us to come to dinner and we
followed her. All the while neither of us had spoken a word.

That winter, I got many chances to touch her breasts, but nothing more.
Somehow we never got alone together. Came summer, and relatives came
visiting. Three of us children were sent to a room at the terrace to sleep,
that is, the two of us and an elder sister. The elder sister left in the
middle of the night, complaining of the heat, and went downstairs. The bed
was huge and could've slept five of us children. I guess you would've had
the same bed-size if you had thirteen children :)

Anyways there was only one fan over the bed, and so we both shifted till we
were below that. I moved my hand over to her tummy, and we lay for sometime
like that, till I moved my hand below her shirt. I was aware of the
opportunity. We were alone in a room for the night! The room was latched
from inside, no one could catch us unawares. My heart beat wildly as I
moved my hand up to her breasts. After fondling them for a while through
her bra, I sat up a bit, supporting myself on one elbow. I opened the
buttons of her night-shirt, and exposed her bra-clad breasts to my view. A
little moonlight came into the room, and I could dimly make her out. I
kissed her breasts, and ran my tongue down her cleavage. The taste of her
sweaty cleavage was good, and I moved up to her neck and ears, licking and
blowing slowly. She lay inert, pretending to be asleep, but her tightly
clenched fist told me otherwise.

I kissed her face, all over, and seeing that she didn't want to get
involved, I pushed her bra's straps off, and attacked her nipples. Her
breasts were big even then, like I've said, and I sucked on them till my
mouth was full of one breast, while the other was busy running up and down
her sides (then my idea of keeping her stimulated).

I moved down, gently chewing at her navel. I reached her pajamas, and
gently moved them down. I had to raise her hips to get them completely off,
but she resisted. Hard and throbbing though my dick was, I wasn't
interested in forcing myself onto her. And especially if she persisted in
that 'dead' approach. I moved off, and somehow went to sleep.

This episode set the tone for us for some years to come. My parents were
often out of town, and we often slept together, and always after
participating in some heavy petting, she would get recalcitrant, and I
would not push forward either. Once she took off her panties and left them
by the bedside before I came in to sleep, as a signal sort of, but I
completely ignored them. Let her share the guilt too - why should I be the
one 'who did it'?  Let her make a move too.

Meanwhile, I'd fallen in love with a girl, and we spent some time
together. I never got to more than holding her hand, but that was because
we never got any privacy. Anyhows I had a girl in my life and so I was off
my sister for some time. I was having some sex with a guy, my friend, and
that was proxy enough for me. Yes, homosexual, but we called it "white
rats", laughing it off as worthwhile experiments to learn about erotic
moves, like in labs they work on white rats and guniea pigs. An entire
story of those experiences would be quite amusing (and I hope helpful) to
those who struggle with their urge to touch, hold and make love to people
of their own sex.

Anyways, progress of some sort was made in a most unexpected way. A cousin
had come over who was just about 2 years my elder. So we three, and a
younger cousin (only 5 years old then) had to sleep together. This girl was
quite a flirt, and I had felt up her breasts earlier in the evening.
Basically we had started fighting with pillows, and then she had attacked
my ribs, knowing that I was too ticklish. After a while I had attacked her
back, and she turned to lie on her stomach on the bed to escape my fingers.
I'd continued, and she was laughing hysterically, begging for mercy. Slowly
I had got my hands on to her breasts. They were just the right size for my
hands, and had this wonderful elastic consistency. I'd kneaded them, and
pinched, and she had still kept shouting, "oh it tickles, please don't
tickle", helping me along in case anyone suspected otherwise.

So in the night I lay with two of my sisters on either side. The younger
cousin had been relegated to sleeping on the couch. I had some inkling that
these two were involved in lesbian experiments, with the visiting cousin
usually playing the role of the 'guy'. I surmised that she would like to be
the 'girl' for some time, and moved to her side to cup her breasts in my
hand. I nibbled at her ear, and she moaned slowly. As I massaged her
breasts, she brought up one hand and held my hands. I froze, afraid that
she was going to stop me, but she only guided my hands to below her shirt,
giving me a feel of smooth silky skin. Her bra was unclasped already, I
found, and the first touch of my finger brought her nipple to life. She had
big perky nipples, that grew hard just like erasers. I played with one for
a while, and then pushed her shirt up till I could take one breast into my
mouth. Her moans grew louder, till she pushed me away, I guess so as not to
wake up the others.

I didn't know what to do, 'cos I didn't realise that immediately. I felt
that she didn't want to go further (remember all those "sex is bad" vibes
I'd got in my fuckin' childhood?). So well I was like frozen there on the
bed about 2 inches away from her.... her shirt was still pushed up a bit
and I could see enough to keep my cock interested. Yet I couldn't move
towards here. I lay there watching her stomach fall and rise with her
breath. I tore my eyes away from her and turned to face my sister. She
seemed to be sleeping peacefully. I tried to close my eyes, but I could see
that exposed stomach even then. I turned back, half hoping that she would
have pushed the shirt down. But it shook me to see that now I could see her
breasts, the shirt had actually gone up! Hypnotized by the sight of that
delicious curve surmounted by that defiant nipple, I drew close till my
mouth closed on it. I sucked hungrily, some sort of a primitive suckling
need forcing me to draw her breast into my mouth. I began to go crazy,
biting and chewing on her. The sensations got too much for her and she let
out a real big moan, but her hands pushed my head further inwards, as if
she wanted me to bite and chew my way to her heart.

My hands had been moving around on their own, and now they snaked past her
pajamas, and over her sparse pubic hair (she must've kept them trimmed) and
right onto her hot and wet twat. I pushed in a finger delicately, causing
her to shudder. She brought up a knee in reaction, drawing her thighs
together and arching her back. I grabbed her smooth edible ass with my free
hand and stroked it. She bucked from side to side, the sensations going way
beyond her threshold. My finger burrowed even deeper in her quivering
vagina as her thighs got closer. I was in heaven, and I left one breast
only to chomp down my jaws on the other. I felt like a cowboy riding a
horse as she arched her back and moved her knees below mine. Suddenly I
remembered my 'white rat' experiments and moved away from her breasts. That
brought a moan louder than ever, as I nibbled away at her upper abdomen and
refused to go towards her breasts. She tried to push my head upwards
towards the twin glories that desperately demanded my attention, but I held
my way, licking and blowing my way to her navel. Now she started pushing my
head lower, and I chuckled low into her navel at her condition. The
vibrations must have pushed some trigger somewhere, for she pushed her
fingernails deep into my scalp and her cunt tried to pull my fingers in
further, it spasmed so much. She had come, without me even touching her
clit! I didn't even know what a clit was back then, and now this seems
remarkable to me.

Though I wanted to see, smell and eat her pussy, I wanted to kiss her lips
more. I had grown to love sucking on a tongue during the 'white rats'
experiments, and I moved up, stopping to feel her nipples with tongue. How
do I describe the texture, the taste, the feelings that travelled up my
tongue as I let loose on her nipples? I guess that isn't possible - I for
one lack the vocabulary. Another moan from her reminded me of my quest for
her lips, and I moved up, making a diversion on the way to her ears. She
giggled as I snaked my tongue inside her, and I chose the moment to lock
down on her lips and force my tongue through. She fought my tongue for a
while and then settled into this deep kiss that left me gasping for breath
after a while. I pulled out for some oxygen, unprepared for what happened
next. She shoved me off and ran out of the room. I stared after her, mouth
open and all, and slowly brought my hand to take a sniff of her pussy. Yep,
it wasn't a dream. I had been doing all that! Then what was this?

Puzzled, I got up and went to the bathroom outside. I could hear nothing,
though the light was on. I waited for some time, but she didn't come out,
and I couldn't hear anything. So I left back, and later heard the door of
the small room on the side open and close. I inferred that she had gone
into that room. I went up to that door, only to find it latched from
inside. So I went back to my bed. Why had she done this? My only
explanation is that she was fantasising it to be her boy-friend (whom she
married two years later), and when I kissed her, she finally woke up to the
fact that it was I. And for some arbit reason she didn't want me to make
love to her. Whatever. I just know that I was left with a hard-on and a
smelly hand. The night wasn't over yet. I had dropped off into sleep when
my sister moved along to my side and pulled my hand over her heart. Since I
didn't react, she placed it inside her shirt on her nipple and moved my
hand over on that. I massaged her awhile, but seeing no more reaction from
her, I took my hand out and turned away. What the fuck? I wanted her to
show some life - it had to be two way.

That night I decided to stay off any girl unless she gave me some response
too - I seriously can't understand why (most) girls are shy of admitting
their sexual desires. Then I went away to college, and two years passed
before my sister made the first move in our next meeting. It was quite a
romantic setting actually. We were travelling by train, and she was
spending her vacations at a relative's home. She decided to come back home
with us, and boarded the train mid-way our journey. Now both of us ended up
being in a 'coupe' - a first-class carriage's compartment that has only 2
berths. We had hugged happily on the station before she boarded - I loved
her after all - and I had noticed that her breasts had only got larger. Our
parents were in the air-conditioned bogey, and both of us were free from
any interruption from them. We talked a lot, and I couldn't help gazing her
at breasts once in a while. They seemed ready to burst out of her tee
anytime! And when she adjusted her hair once, my eyes nearly popped out
looking at their curves. Came the night, I tucked in to my own berth,
unable to drive away the images of years past when those breasts used to be
in my hands and lips. And then she called me to come lie next to her - for
old days' sake. I slipped into her berth, and immediately we embraced and
attacked each others' lips. I got on top of her, my hard cock rubbing onto
her mound. I was on a hair-trigger and ready to shoot. Deliberately I
disentagled myself from her lips and went after her nipples. Hidden behind
a tee and a bra, it took me some time to find the treasures I was seeking,
but then I had them in my sight. I bit, blew and sucked on them till she
was squirming below me. I took her hands and placed them on my ass. She
clenched and kneaded at my ass-cheeks. Gosh it felt good. My hands were
busy running patterns around her navel, slowly geting lower. Her jeans
needed to come off, and pronto! So I unbuttoned it and started on the
zipper, when she stopped me with a sweet (but cold!), "No".

I didn't understand. I asked so, "why? what's wrong?".  "Nothing. I just
don't want to do this."  "Hell it's wrong. We enjoy it, I love you, and I
won't do anything that will hurt you. C'mon... please". I think that last
'please' came out more from my dick than from my head.  "No bro we can't do
that."  "Okay, have it your way", I said, and went off to my berth. My
throbbing erection had subsided, and I didn't even feel like jacking off
now. I was damned angry, but below that anger lay a confusion at
understanding the motives of girls. For the next three years I went about
wondering at girls and their ways, and life proceeded on its way. Very few
sexual experiences came my way - I had picked up a policy of cold behavior
towards all girls, having decided that I would not waste my passion
arousing theirs anymore. If I found a girl who was the fiery types, then I
would definitely respond. And as you might guess, those are few and far in
between.

Anyhow, one evening at college I receieved a telephone call from my sister.
She was sitting bored at home, finding herself between jobs, and wanted to
come over to my campus for some days. Now my campus is quite beautiful, and
I had shared enough stories and pics of it to interest my family about
it. We fixed up a program, and she showed up about ten days later. There
was a conference going on, and therefore a lot of delegates in campus. So
the shortage of rooms meant that she would have to share my room, and
therefore my bed. I had warned her of this, and she had taken in quite
sportingly. I wondered if we would finally end up going the whole way, but
thought it better to stop speculation till she came. I kissed her cheek,
and she responded by kissing me on the lips. Not a smooch, but definitely
not sisterly either. Taking up her luggage, we went to my room, and she
gasped at the full-length mirror in my room. "O wow, this is so cool", she
said.

I let her pose for some time infront of it, and then moved behind her and
cupped her breasts in my hand. The way she leaned back on me and took a
deep sigh told me this was the day - today she wanted it too! She had been
working out for sometime now, and had reduced weight in all the right
places. "You look beautiful now, but this is one place you can reduce some
more weight. Too heavy, hmmm", I said to her. She smiled back at me and
brought up her hands to mine. "They are just right, see", she said, guiding
my hands all around the contours.

"Hmm, I will have to check more closely," I said, moving infront of her,
and pulled off her tee-shirt. She raised her arms to let me do so, and then
unclasped her bra. I took it off, and then stood back to admire the
globes. I am not good at this, but I think she was about 38C or D, huge
boobs that didn't sag one bit. "Looks good, now let me see if it tastes
good too", I said and moved in to the left nipple. She let me nurse for a
while, and then pushed me away. "Show me your body now, you said you have
been working out at the gym". I held my arms up, and she took the cue and
took off my shirt. She let out a whistle at seeing my abs, "wow, you've
worked up a good six-pack bro -- need some work on the shoulders though."
"There is another piece of muscle wants your attention, wanna see?", I
smiled at her, and then took off my shorts. My cock is always ready to
march, and stood at attention before her, slowly bobbing up and down in
salute and waiting for her orders. She gulped, "umm, don't you think this
is a bit vulgar way to behave towards your sister?". I laughed and
responded by taking off her jeans and panties so they lay bunched at her
ankles. "Now we are both vulgar!", I exclaimed and pulled her in close for
a kiss.

What followed was mind-blowing (or rather mindless) animal sex. We went
after each other like this was the last one ever for us, and not the
first. She had trimmed her bush, and mine is always kept close (long hair
== bad smell, I believe) - and we lay on my bed in a 69 gobbling each other
up. I came almost immediately, in a minute or less, but my cock stayed hard
and she kept running her tongue around the head in the most devilish
manner. I had her coming to climax in about 5 minutes with the help of my
tongue and fingers. She had apparently never had her ass fingered, and came
within 30 seconds of my fingers first reaching it. After that I turned
around and drove my piledriver home where it should have gone in 10 years
ago. She moaned, "not so fast bro it hurts". I realised my mistake, and
tried to take her mind off the pain by nibbling at her ear and blowing
lightly. I kept moving slowly, and slowly she stepped up her rhythm
too. The birds were chirping their way home as we made our own dance, and
she wrapped her legs around me in an effort to drive me in deeper. Though I
had come just about 3 minutes ago, I felt another load building up very
soon. My head couldn't take the sensations unleashed on it by her vagina,
and I tried to move out. She held me in, telling me to stay with her
eyes. Trusting her judgement, I responded by increasing my tempo. She
matched it and held on. Very soon I was gushing inside her, and then it
took all of my restraint to hold back the shout that rose in my throat. For
her part she stifled hers by biting into my shoulder. I lay on top of her,
and we kissed for sometime, fighting a duel with our tongues. Then she
slowed turned us over, so that she was now on top. My dick was still hard
in her, and as she started moving slowly, it started twitching on its
own. This time it was my turn to lay back and enjoy, while she did the hard
work. Her cunt was pulsing around my cock, and it was only the numbness
caused by the previous two cums I'd had that stopped me from coming there
and then. I'd read about this a lot, never experienced it, and now I
regretted the time we had lost. "Sis, we wasted a lot of time," I said,
pinching at her nipples. "Shhh," she said, concentrating on her job. I
reached lower to her clit and slowly massaged it. "Yeah, that's it," she
said, bringing her left hand over to guide mine in giving her more
pleasure.

I couldn't be passive for too long, and remembering her asshole's
sensitivity, I sat up a bit and reached round for her ass. It wasn't long
before I reached her asshole, and when my finger first touched it she
almost jumped off my dick. She increased her speed, moaning so loudly that
I thought it best to stop fingering her ass. Then suddenly she came, and I
could feel the flow of her fluids moving past my aching dick. She fell on
top of me, exhausted. I gently turned her around and below me. I had not
come yet, and I thought I knew how I was going to come. Rather, where I was
going to come. Withdrawing my dick from her cunt, I admired the view of her
well-fucked cunt for sometime, and then reached out to put some of her
fluids on my fingers. I touched her asshole and she jumped as I started
lubing up that rose-bud for the next part of this fuck-story....

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