Story Excerpt

Sibling Sex, by Jezebel Rose

Let me say up front that our mother is a religious psycho, but that is a distinct improvement over the extremist views she once held dear. She and my dad were once part of some bizarre religious sect that was probably only a few gallons of Kool-Aid short of Jonestown-style mass suicide. However, when the old man seemed bent on making her, my then 7-year-old little sister, his next “wife,” mom went ballistic and damned near beat him to death with a shovel. Mom was acquitted of wrongdoing when the courts accepted that her “episode” was driven by a need to protect her children from a paternal pedophile.

We moved to another remote rural religious commune where Jessica and I were allowed only little bits and pieces of outer-world information once our mom deemed them suitable for our consumption. Mom home-schooled us until well into our adulthood when she thought Jessica and me to be old enough and wise enough to venture into the sinful world outside the commune walls. In addition, even that did not happen until we were in our early 20s. Being legal adults did not mean anything to our mother; we were still treated as children until she decided to grant us “adult” status.

Life in a sexually repressed home, cut off from most of the modern world, is not always as bad as it seems. Jessica and I did not have any friends, so we formed a bond that to this day remains stronger than most marriages could ever hope to achieve. One of the things that have kept us bonded is our dependence upon each other for mutual sexual fulfillment.

Yes, you know it as Incest. However, to Jessica and me, it was our only real ticket to sanity for a very long time.

The very nature of the commune meant that we had to share meager quarters that kept Jessica and me in the same bed all the way to adulthood. Mom was confident that nothing was happening or going to happen between my sister and me given her strong religious teachings and threats of us being struck dead in an instant from some god if we dared to engage in “carnal knowledge” with anyone. In addition, indeed, until we realized that we had become adults in every legal sense of the word but still not in our mother’s eyes, nothing happened.

However, the need for human sexual contact has a mind of its own, and sleeping in such proximity with another sexually blossoming body will generate some basal hormonal and physical responses. Jessica and I were taught very early the basics of human biology and sex and pregnancy. Fearing that mom would likely beat both of us with any of the vast arrays of farming and gardening implements should we ever make the mistake of engaging in actual sexual intercourse, we instead focused on merely pleasing each other every other way possible.

Jessica and I developed a natural recognition of each other’s pleasures and desires. Self-gratification quickly evolved into mutual masturbation as our hormonal need for sexual exploration left us to freely learn of the opposite sex from the other whenever privacy became available, usually when mom had to go into town with some other elders while leaving Jessica and me “safely” at home.

It did not take long for me to learn just how sensitive Jessica’s nipples were and how much she enjoyed having me suck on her breasts as I probed her steamy vagina with my fingers. She was exceptionally responsive when I would find her little nub, gently roll it between my index finger, and thumb while I chewed on her rubbery nipples until she would wrap her arms around my head. She would then pin my mouth to her teat while her body would shudder and her vagina would let loose with a stream of slippery fluids.

Not one to leave me without pleasure, Jessica took particular joy in having me straddle her tummy, watching with focused interest as she pulled back and forth on my rock hard penis. When the little drops of clear, gooey juice would work their way out of the tip of my manhood, she would pull the head of my member to one of her breasts and smear the drops onto one nipple, and then the other when the next few droplets would emerge. This only excited me more and quickened my need for the ultimate release at which point Jessica would stroke the length of my manhood with both of her hands as my testicles swung freely. They danced back and forth on her tummy until I could hold back no more and my penis would explode with streams of gooey, white semen all over her beautiful, round breasts to her obvious delight. She would continue to work at draining my member of every drop of my seed and then rub the fluids into her skin with both my softening penis and her expert fingers.

But our sexual life made a significant turn for the better the day that Jessica’s deft hands drew from me one of the most intense ejaculations of my sperm that not only coated her full breasts with gobs of my pearlescent seed but her pretty, smiling face as well. When I saw my ejaculate clinging to Jessica’s face, I found myself torn between a fear that she might be repulsed by my massive seminal eruption and a deep-seated thrill from seeing my fluids sprayed on my sister’s lips and chin. My worries were short-lived when Jessica licked my sticky seed from around her mouth and smiled with new excitement. At that moment she pulled me by my penis to her face and without further hesitation took my sperm-smeared member into her mouth and sucked on me like some sweet treat as she cleaned my staff with her mouth and tongue with an enthusiasm that she later told me brought her to another orgasm without her vagina even being touched.

Our once-in-a-while union became more frequent as Jessica developed a literal hunger for my seed. The preamble of Jessica’s manual manipulations of my manhood quickly faded in favor of her desire to take my throbbing member directly into her hot mouth and feasting on me, craning her neck to work her mouth as far down my rock-hard penis as she could. She was nearly choking herself on it until the room around me would begin to swirl and my body felt like a quivering mass of gelatin until my penis would erupt in a geyser that I feared would drown Jessica.

However, Jessica learned to swallow my seed; to swallow every drop my burning testicles could produce and still suck hard upon my aching manhood in search for more. Jessica’s near insatiability eventually evolved into Jessica developing a talent for taking nearly my entire length into her mouth. That even that took on a new dimension when Jessica was not satisfied with merely sucking my penis into bliss. It progressed into a need for her to feel me thrust myself into her mouth, driving my manhood into her waiting and willing throat much as any man would shove into his wife’s welcoming vagina. I went on pushing past the boundaries of her throat until she would again take me to the heights of pleasure that I now lived for and my semen would flow freely and feed my sister’s oral lusts.

Then came the day that we introduced ourselves to the most forbidden stage of our ongoing union. Even more taboo than the actual act of coitus.

I was again manipulating Jessica’s sensitive vagina, playing with her thick labia and rubbery nub while probing and poking my fingers into her dripping canal. Jessica’s sweet body flowed like a river whenever we touched now, often leaving spots so wet on the bed it almost seemed as though it was her bladder and not her hot and tight vagina that was dripping from her pleasures.

However, as I was working my fingers around, and Jessica was writhing with the movements of my hand, I probed again with my fingers and found her to have tightened up considerably. I continued to work my fingers into her as I had done for so long, but there was greater resistance. In addition, Jessica was enjoying it even more than usual. As I pushed two fingers into her hot orifice, Jessica immediately began to shudder in orgasm, and I was not playing with her clitoris. It was then that I realized that in Jessica’s extremely wet state that I had pushed my fingers into her anus and was probing deep into her rectum! She did not appear to be in pain at all; Jessica was experiencing an incredibly intense climax instead.

When Jessica seemed to come back down to earth, I expected us to engage in our usual feeding of my seed into her hungry mouth. However, this time she would have none of that. Instead, Jessica turned over onto her stomach and laid her head on her arms as she pointed her buttocks into the air and exposed her wet anus to me. I took the cue and took place behind Jessica. Before I was her gaping vagina, the forbidden object of my sexual desires and above that the orifice of ultimate sin, splayed out before me and waited for my entry.

Jessica had given me so much pleasure for so long that I was willing to follow her every whim, and if she desired my entry into her most taboo tunnel, then I felt compelled to oblige out of respect and affection for my beautiful sister.

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