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********  CHAPTER 6 ************


                          OPEN MARRIAGE CHRONICLES



                                  "BROTHER"



                              By Bill and Ellen



                               ELLEN'S STORY:



     I hadn't realized why I was frequently attracted to younger men 

until my brother Roger visited us for three days last November. 



     Although I don't dwell upon the past, I cannot help remembering 

now and then the tragedy of our youth. Roger was just a year younger 

than me when we learned our parents were killed in an air accident; 

the incident was particularly newsworthy because of the spectacularly 

horrible way in which the airliner had plowed through a Southern 

California neighborhood. Television and newspaper coverage kept the 

awful circumstances before our eyes for days thereafter.



     We were alone in our home for three days, awaiting our aunt and 

uncle from Central Ohio to come for us. I was to live with them only a 

year before leaving to accept a job in another city; Roger stayed with 

them through four years of college and R.O.T.C., after which he joined 

the Army. He's now a paratrooper.



     While we awaited my aunt and uncle who were driving cross country 

because they were afraid of flying, my brother and I were each 

emotionally vulnerable. Adult family friends visited daily, bringing 

us food and trying to keep our minds occupied with thoughts of the 

future, not the past or present.



     The night before my aunt and uncle arrived, after Roger had 

showered, I heard him sobbing. He was still in the bathroom. I was 

nude, two rooms away in my closet, looking through a line of clothes 

for my pajamas. I gave up on the pj's, tugged my terry robe from a 

hanger, and tied it about me as I walked to the bath. 



     The door was ajar. I pushed it open to find Roger, leaning over a 

sink as he splashed water in his face to clear his tears. Having just 

toweled off, his black hair was mussed and glistening.



     A dark blue towel was wrapped around his lower torso. His eyes 

were reddened as he looked up at my mirrored reflection and murmured, 

"I don't think I can take it anymore."



     Although he's now three inches taller, at that time Roger and I 

were the same height. I hugged him to me. Our bodies pressed together 

as I rocked his head on my shoulder.



     He seemed dazed by the emotional storm. He shuddered as he 

whimpered, "I don't want to stay in my room alone! Can I sleep in your 

bed tonight?"  



     I led him by the hand to my room. Preoccupied with despair, he 

hadn't seemed to notice that his towel had fallen away as we entered 


my bedroom door. I averted my eyes from his smooth, nude body and 

invitingly patted the pillow alongside me on my small bed. I turned 

off the lamp, then billowed the thin white sheet over us as he crawled 

in beside me. He held me agonizingly like he was afraid he'd fall into 

some abyss as he lay quietly in the darkness. Like me, Roger was 

slender and long-limbed, his body as firm as mine from swimming and 

playing softball; we made a good fit, I'd thought as our arms twined 

around the other's neck.



     I smiled when he was finally slumbering, his cheek laying over 

mine. Just minutes later, I fell asleep. 



     Sometime in the early morning hours, I awoke. My robe was open 

from the shoulders, exposing my warm nakedness. Roger, as always, 

snored lightly. My body was pressed to his nudity from our stomachs 

down to our legs. His body felt feverish. His hands were curled 

beneath his chin, his elbow resting between my breasts. 



      Although I couldn't see his young penis which had swelled as he 

slept, I could feel its broad and lengthy firmness bulging between the 

vee of my legs. The pressure against my vagina had awakened me. 

Although I knew I shouldn't be feeling this way, I was electrified 

with the sexuality of my brother's naked flesh against mine. 



     I started to push him away until I remembered his crying. Not 

wishing to awaken him, I lay that way for hours. Unmentionable images 

were running through my mind. His manhood burgeoned as his body 

twitched in sleep-induced dreams, causing me to shudder as it now and 

then slid ever so slightly through my legs and the furrows of my 

virgin womanhood. It was torture and it was pleasure.  I didn't want 

to remain in that agonizing position, yet didn't want to move. 



     His head twisted to rest on my right breast, his lips brushing 

the nipple. He slept on. His mouth opened slightly, nursing a breast 

as if his dreams had returned him to infancy. 



     His tongue and lips worked over by breast with soft slurping 

sounds. His hips moved about, causing his penis to wriggle against my 

vagina. My hand, trapped beneath his head, cupped the back of his 

neck. I was fighting an urge to pull him even closer. 



     I was going out of my mind with desire; but the knowledge that to 

do so was wrong prevented me from responding. Eventually, the will 

power I'd mustered to pretend I was unaffected left me exhausted. I 

fell again into a deep slumber. For the rest of the night, I dreamed 

of a faceless man lying alongside me in the darkness as the two of us 

fondled the other.



     In the morning, we awoke to the jangling of the alarm clock 

perched on the headboard above me. I folded my arm behind me, afraid 

to touch him. Roger's face was pressing warmly into my tender breast. 

His lips enveloped the firmness of my excited nipple. His eyes 

fluttered open, rolling up to meet mine. Only slightly awakened, he 

glanced to the inviting breast before him and rolled back to the 

pillow. I couldn't have admitted that I didn't want him to stop 


nursing my pulsating nipple. 



     The erotic dreams had left me in a state of hyper-excitement. 

Except for my reaching to shut off the alarm, I hadn't moved. The room 

was dim, still an hour away from sunrise. Roger's manhood was even 

more aroused, its bulging base now throbbing against my clitoris. He 

looked shocked for a fleeting moment, then pretended nothing was 

wrong. 



     We stared at the other, both in a state of half-sleep. I could no 

longer control my frenzied body; my small hips hunched slowly back and 

forth, massaging my clitoris over the lengthy curvature of his 

hardness. Our eyes closed. His elbow slid away from the young fullness 

of my breasts, his tremoring hands gently cupping and stroking the 

mounds. My nipples jutted out in excitation, bouncing beneath his 

touch.



     I slowly became aware of my arm I'd folded behind me; my dangling 

hand was touching his hard penis that extended just beyond the back of 

my legs. My fingers were drawn to it, stroking the tip. The 

manipulations caused it to pulse and jitter, further arousing my 

stimulated body. 



      Raising my leg slightly, I bent my knee forward to rest on 

Roger's hip. My slender hand encompassed his monstrous member through 

the back of my legs. I gently pulled his young manhood's outer skin. 



      Although I'd had no such experience before, I knew just what to 

do. Just a month before, I'd crawled to the backyard shed's roof to 

watch the stars. As I was laying flat on my back, my hands folded 

beneath my neck, I glanced toward a barely perceptible movement coming 

from Roger's lighted window.  Roger was standing alongside his bed, 

his hand pumping against his groin. I'd sat up, bracing my elbow 

against the slant of the roof, and peered down to his window. 



       And I knew immediately! He was MASTURBATING! Although the 

fascinating vision held no sensuality for me at the time, I was 

enthralled! I remember grinning as I watched; it was just all so 

INTERESTING!



      And now, yes, in my sleepy turmoil, I knew just what to do. With 

my hand around my leg to my back, I was masturbating him! I remember 

my fearful surprise as I learned the skin seemed so thin against the 

pulsating muscle beneath. My fist was trembling like a leaf on our 

backyard maple tree fluttering in the wind.



      I shivered in the intoxication of the moment, feeling his 

manhood coated with my own heated vaginal oils. It was all so new to 

me! Our first sexual excitement was mounting in a tempestuous storm! 

His eyes opened a moment, then closed again. He moved in and out of my 

legs, and all the time stroking my heaving breasts. We gasped. His 

manhood wrested through my fingers. As I moved my palpitating hips to 

and fro, I pressed my clitoris madly firmly to his throbbing hardness.



     He arched his back, his lips pulling on my nipple, and moaned.  




My breath hissed out like steam from a radiator. His body tensed, his 

arms tightening about me. He shuddered and groaned as my sensitive 

furrows sensed his orgasmic fluid rocketing through his manhood. The 

soft, warm liquid splashed through my hand, onto the back of my legs. 

I squealed, grasping his penis firmly. Our bodies shimmied as his 

teeth bit into my nipple, the pain causing tears to pool in my eyes.



     Our eyes snapped open in unison, fully awakened, realizing what 

we were doing; then, his face reddened. Each of us trembled, slowly 

pulling the sheet back. The robe was still open to my sides, my naked 

flesh pressed to his feverish and shuddering nudity. Roger puddled the 

sheet to the floor behind him. 



     He pulled away from me slowly. His manhood seemed interminably 

long and as it glided moistly through my legs. An electric shock 

rippled through me. I didn't close my robe as he rose to a sitting 

position, then stood, turning to stare down at my breasts and the 

curling mass of soft hair covering my pulsing groin. I rubbed the 

wetness on my hand against the pillow. My full lips parted in 

disbelief at what we'd done; yet, in my frenzied state, I kept pushing 

it to the back of my mind. 



      I was fascinated by his jutting length and the thickness of his 

black pubic hair. The purplish red tip glistened in the pale morning 

light; the bulging veins that ran the length of his excited rod 

throbbed, enhancing the erotic thunderstorm that was rumbling through 

me. My lips trembled. My face glowed red. I was unable to tear my eyes 

away from his member, bobbing and pointing toward ME! I'd wanted to 

reach out and pull on it again; but now, fully awake, I restrained my 

urge. His gaze roamed my quaking body. 



     Although I couldn't have admitted it, my hips were rolling and 

thrusting like I was inviting him back to the bed! My face burned in a 

shameless blush. 



     He controlled himself, now feigning disinterest, as if it hadn't 

occurred. Lifting his towel from the floor at the doorway, he mumbled, 

"Want corn flakes for breakfast?" 



     Licking the fullness of my pale dry lips, I glanced to his pole 

pushing the towel out from his groin. I rolled on my back, feeling the 

puddle of his warm creamy liquid spreading beneath me. Closing and 

tying the robe, I went along with the charade, rose from the bed, and 

said, "Sure, I'll fix it." The image of his hardness, thrusting from 

the thick pubic hair, flitted through my mind the entire morning.



     And the incident was never mentioned between us again. Until a 

month ago, when Roger visited us.



                                BILL'S STORY: 



     I'd always liked Ellen's brother. He seemed to be the perfect 

soldier, like he was married to the Army. As handsome as Ellen is 

beautiful, Roger looks like he stepped from a recruiting poster - 


short black hair, athletic, poised, with a countenance of calm 

thoughtfulness.



     Although I could understand his love for the military, I hadn't 

cared as much for the Marines, even after giving the corps nine years 

of my life before leaving for civilian life to practice engineering. 

Now, I think better of it in retrospect because I tend to remember 

only the good parts. Roger, though, seems to live for nothing except 

the next jump from an airplane, the ten-mile runs, and all the 

unquestioned regimen that had once irritated the hell out of me. Like 

Ellen, he never swears, doesn't smoke, and drinks nothing alcoholic 

but a couple of glasses a wine a month, maybe even less. He laughs 

easily, never complains, and never runs out of jokes. Yeah. Clean 

jokes.



     Ellen of course had told me about the incident with her brother, 

which fascinated me. During his second night of his three-day visit 

with us,  we were swimming in our backyard pool while Roger was out 

jogging. 



     The moon's narrow sliver of gold hung in the black sky. The 

distant dining room's small window of light spilled across the trimmed 

lawn and onto the dark waters of the swimming pool, providing the only 

other illumination. Ellen swam to the pool ladder, grasped a rung, and 

said, "I think I know now why I'm often attracted to men a few years 

younger than me." It was out of the blue; we hadn't even been talking 

about Roger. 



     I started to ask why but somehow knew exactly what she was 

thinking. I acknowledged, "Because of your brother." I raised my 

eyebrows questioningly. "Right?"



     She nodded affirmatively and giggled, "Too weird for words, isn't 

it?" She clambered up the ladder, stripped off her swimsuit and lifted 

her beach robe from the pool deck.



     I paddled back a couple of feet from the pool's rim, looked up at 

her as she was toweling off, and suggested, "Why don't you tell him?"  



     She looked shocked, responding, "Oh, I couldn't!" 



     I crawled from the pool and reached for the towel. Draping my 

suit alongside hers on the lawn chair to dry in the night air, I 

picked up the other robe, pushing my arms through its sleeves as I 

walked behind her through the darkened hedges and into the house.  I 

cinched my robe and said, "Who knows? He could've been disturbed over 

the memory. Talking it out could solve some problems." 



     Looking back, I don't really think I believed what I was saying, 

that the memory bothered her brother. He was one of the most well 

adjusted men I'd known. But I added, "I'm sure he hasn't forgotten 

it." Perhaps if I'd thought more about my deeper motives, I wouldn't 

have pursued the conversation, but eventually Ellen agreed that just 

bringing the subject up would be harmless. 




     We were sitting in nothing but our robes at the kitchen bar, 

drinking tea while awaiting Roger to return from his nightly jog. 

Ellen thought over my suggestion, then turned from the bar stool, 

smiled with an agreeable nod, and walked toward the hallway.



     I asked, "Where are you going?"



     She returned a half minute later and said, "Just removed the 

towels from the bathroom." 



     I was puzzled.



     Just moments later, Roger knocked, opened the front door, and 

strode into the foyer. He was dressed in yellow running shorts and 

jogging shoes. A silver military chain dangled about his neck. He 

grinned, sweat running from his black hair down his face. He waved at 

us, and mumbled, "Going to the shower! Join you in a minute."



     When he closed the door, I turned to Ellen and grinned in 

realization at what she'd done, "O-kay. So he's going to have to ask 

for a towel, and you're going to take it to him."



     She bit her lip, smiled, and acknowledged, "Uh-huh." My nostrils 

flared slightly at the fresh smell of a cologne she'd splashed on 

while she'd been in the hallway.



     Just two minutes later, Roger was calling from the half opened 

door. Ellen pulled a couple of rose tinted towels from the closet and 

walked in, holding out a towel, draping the other over her arm.



     I glanced down the hall to the bath mirror's reflection through 

the open door. He didn't cover himself as he dried off; Ellen was 

leaning against the sink and chatting with him as he ran an electric 

razor over his late-evening stubble. He wrapped the towel around his 

hips. 



     They joined me at the kitchen bar. As they talked, they seemed 

detached and unconcerned with the out-of-place occurrence. She'd been 

casually talking to him while he was nude! I was amazed. 



     I reached to the liquor cabinet and retrieved a spectacular 

potion I'd intermixed for special occasions, a third-quart of grain 

alcohol with white wine, the taste disguised by a couple of drops of 

tobo oil as I'd learned while stationed in Turkey. 



     I pulled 3 wine glasses from our cupboard and poured; and 

although they kept insisting they'd drunk enough, I kept pouring their 

glasses full. And when we were later sitting in the floor and talking, 

my back to a wall and their backs against the couch, I rested my elbow 

on the coffee table and filled their glasses again. Although Ellen 

drinks very little, she knew that wine mixed with pure alcohol has a 

lightening-like, numbing effect; I found it interesting that she 

wasn't offering any comments other than just calling it "wine."



     They'd lost count of the drinks. Roger stared blankly at the 


glass I'd just refilled and laughed, "No more! I'm drunk." I knew he 

wasn't kidding; I'd been sipping only a single glass of the potent 

potion and was more adept than either of them at holding liquor; yet I 

could feel electrical currents racing through me. The tobo oil would 

make it worse; it's like eating butter before drinking; you don't 

really know you're drunk when your stomach's coated with butter; then 

as the oil's absorbed, the full effect hits at once.



     "Me too," Ellen giggled; but she took one more swallow, set the 

glass on the table, and waved toward the bottle negatively. She added, 

"That's IT for ME! My head will be the size of a basketball by 

morning." They thought about the image of a basketball balancing on 

Ellen's shoulders an instant, then burst out laughing in unison, each 

stone drunk for the first time in their lives.



     I walked to the far side of the kitchen bar where I was just able 

to see their reflections in the mirrored wall. Folding my arms, I 

leaned my back against the refrigerator, watched, and listened. 



     Ellen sighed, patting his hand across her bare legs that were 

jutting from her hip-length terry robe. She reminisced, "Earlier 

tonight, I was remembering something similar to this that once 

happened between us."



     Her brother's eyes were glazed. He was having trouble 

comprehending their simple conversation and mumbled, "What's that?" 



     She told him. He hesitated before answering, then nodded, saying, 

"I think about that night every once in a while."



     Although Ellen hadn't noticed, her white beach robe had fallen 

open as she leaned forward, exposing generous proportions of her 

breasts and her slim stomach. Roger stole occasional glances at her 

semi-bared breasts as she breathed softly.  From where Roger was 

sitting, he glimpsed the brownish circle of a nipple. 



     She flattened the palm of his hand against her thigh; the tips of 

her fingers brushed his muscular arm. She asked, "What do you think 

about?"          



     He described the incident just as Ellen had told me, stopping now 

and then in his recollection as if he kept forgetting his train of 

thought. And eventually he'd recalled it in great detail. The effect 

of the alcohol and the sensuality of the remembrance were having a 

noticeable effect on him.



     Her senses dazed, Ellen hadn't noticed his engorged member 

pushing the soft towel around his hips toward the ceiling. She smiled 

softly, "That incident never caused me any misgivings. I just wanted 

to know if it had a lasting effect on you."



     He looked sheepish, his forehead wrinkled slightly as the corners 

of his eyes sought hers. "I think of it in a fond way." Cautiously, he 

reached for another sip of wine and went on, "I probably shouldn't say 

this." He gulped the wine. "For years thereafter, I'd wanted it to 


happen again."



     They were still chatting when I strolled back in the room but 

stopped talking as they looked up at my intrusion. Turning to Roger, 

Ellen said, "Oh, don't worry. Bill knows all about it. He gets excited 

every time I tell him the details." She could never have admitted that 

if she had been as cold sober as I was. 



     They laughed when I nodded and said, grinning, "Most exciting 

thing I'd ever heard."



     I rolled my tongue thoughtfully against the inside of my cheek 

and said, "I didn't really think of it as incest. I mean you didn't 

have intercourse."



     They mumbled a few thoughts about my questionable concept, then 

half heartedly agreed.



     I added, "It's possible to have sensual experiences which aren't 

incestuous." After they'd asked me to explain, I went on, "Well, for 

example. Suppose you were laying on your back." I gestured for Roger 

to lay back on the floor. He complied. 



     Ellen's eyes were glazed as she stared down at his engorged 

penis, now raising the towel like a flag pole. Her lips parted in 

surprise, forming an oval, as she inhaled a wispy breath. She looked 

away with a slight jerk of her head like she was trying to clear her 

head of the alcohol-induced trance, then again turned to look at him.



     I suggested that Ellen sit over his groin. Although intoxicated, 

she was reluctant; but as Roger also urged her on, she straddled him, 

her naked legs over the towel covering his hips. Somehow this created 

an immediate bond that even I could feel to form between them, as if I 

weren't even there. Ellen's eyes widened as she stared transfixed at 

her brother. His facial muscles twitched as he glanced down to where 

Ellen's robe parted slightly, exposing a portion of her shaved mound. 

This must have seemed a bit unreal to them, but anyone who's drunk 

will accept almost anything as normal. I waited as they looked at the 

other, breathing heavily. 



     Ellen gulped, unable to look away from the rising protrusion of 

the towel covering his groin. She asked me, her voice tremoring, "What 

now?" Roger's lips quivered. 



     I reached to untie Ellen's robe, pulling it open. She looked at 

me questioningly, gasping as she started to re-tie the belt. Then, she 

hesitated, turning her gaze downward to Roger's innocent face. He 

nodded his assent; she returned the affirmative gesture, allowing the 

loose folds of her robe to remain open to her brother's full view. In 

his alcoholic stupor, her brother raised himself slightly on his 

elbows, blinking as he gazed to the fullness of her breasts and to her 

groin's smoothly shaved mound. Ellen's jaw sagged slightly, her stare 

affixed in awesome wonder on her brother's protruding towel. Roger 

again lay his back flat on the floor.




     My tongue was thickened and dry. I could feel the erotic heat 

irradiating between them. The warmth of her body had allowed a faint 

wisp of cologne to drift through the room. 



     I tugged at his towel that was separating them. Ellen 

accommodated me by wriggling slightly, allowing me to pull it away. 

Her bare thighs hovered an inch above his groin a moment as if she 

were still undecided.  When he offered no response, she settled slowly 

down on him again. 



      Each gasped in unison as their naked flesh slid together. She 

leaned forward and spread her fingers, bracing her hands against his 

chest. Her gaping robe hung just over her shoulders, down her sides, 

the way the white terry robe of her youth had exposed her nudity to 

her brother's eyes so many years before.



     Her body tremored slightly at the close intimate contact of his 

long penis with the rim of her cuntal lips. Roger's length was 

impressive; his broad member twitched in excitation as the purplish 

tip brushed the curvature of her soft breast. Her hips moved just 

slightly, pushing her groin gently against his penis in an involuntary 

motion. But I'd noticed it, and so had Roger. He'd shuddered as her 

warm womanhood brushed against his pole. It was clear she was fighting 

an urge to move about.



     I leaned back against the wall and waited. Deciding I may have 

already pushed this too far, I offered no further suggestions. But I 

didn't need to; the room's air was charged with the sexual electricity 

between them.  



     And now, Ellen no longer asked me for instructions. Her thighs 

squeezed his hips, relaxed, and squeezed again. Rogers legs cautiously 

stroked her inner thighs, his hips rolling slightly, causing his 

lengthy cock to brush a wide swathe across her stomach.



     Ellen's body was stilled but intense; but when he moaned, as if 

giving eager permission, she began moving her pussy lips back and 

forth, her sweet smelling lubricant coating his cock as it was pushed 

flat against his stomach with each movement of her hips. His blood-

engorged member fit her smooth furrow like a ball in a socket as if 

they were made for each other. Of course; yes, I thought, they were! 

Each made for the other! I gulped my second glass of wine.



     It was obvious her clitoris was now hyper-excited as her bald 

flesh slid over the broad pole, creating the necessary friction. The 

wine had taken its full toll, releasing all inhibitions. Her lips 

formed a circle, her body shivering. Immersed in lust, she moaned, 

"Annnhhhhh! Ooooohhhh!" Her groin pressed more firmly against his long 

cock and hairy stomach.



     He groaned, "Oh, God, it feels...it feels GOOD! Ellen! Even 

better than I'd IMAGINED!"



     I arose quietly and walked out of the room, lingering in the 

darkness of the hallway to watch the rest - of what I'd begun - to 


unfold. They were writhing together in slow, measured movements.



     Ellen increased the tempo of her hips and whimpered, "UNGHHH! 

OOOHHH! Oh, YES, Roger! It feels GOOD! I don't want it to stop. It's 

making me so fucking horny, I don't know what to DO!"



     Roger was now lifting his hips, matching each thrust as her 

aching cunt trapped his cock against his belly. Her pussy lips and 

clitoris slid down his cock's length each time he lifted his hips. She 

thrust her hips, moving her hot wet flesh back up its massive length.



     "Oh, GOD!" Roger groaned. "I know I shouldn't be enjoying this! 

But I just can't HELP it!" 



     I smiled, knowing there was no turning back for either of them.



     Ellen whimpered, "Don't stop, brother." Tears pooled in her eyes, 

streaking her cheeks. She whispered lustily, "I love it too! Your 

COCK! It's so BIG! So HOT! I love it more than ANYTHING, Roger! I'll 

do anything you WANT if you'll just keep doing what you're doing!" 



     In the hallway's darkness, I opened my robe. I began pumping my 

cock with a fury. With each forward thrust of Ellen's hips, Roger 

heaved his loins upward. Her excited groin wriggled as his cock 

slithered up the furrow of her eager, heated cunt.  With each ebbing 

flow beneath her clitoris, she squealed in agonizing pleasure.



     Ellen thought I'd left for the bedroom. She whispered to Roger, 

"Oh GOD! I can't believe what I'm FEELING! I can't believe what I want 

to ask you! I want you to fuck me, Roger! WOULD you? Would you FUCK 

your sister? WILL you?"



     Inflamed with lust, Roger grasped her hips.  He nodded in 

enthusiastic agreement. He breathed, "I'd love to. I'd LOVE to fuck 

you!"



     She rolled away to lay on her back, her legs splayed. Her hips 

were grinding an euphoric invitation to fuck her. Her eyes were wide, 

her lips ovaled. She tremored fearfully like a trapped rabbit facing a 

predator as her brother's nude body hovered expectantly above her. 



     His cock twitched, jutting out in a threatening gesture. His face 

took on a determined demeanor like that of a bombardier about to taste 

the fruits of a perfect mission. The massive poker poised to dive into 

the red hot coals of her depths that were now blazing like a furnace. 

He shuddered wantonly as Ellen's quivering fingers combed through his 

thick black patch of pubic hair. He murmured, "My balls are hard as 

rocks! I couldn't stop now if I wanted to. And I don't WANT to!" His 

comment was also a question, allowing her time to refuse, to push him 

away; yet I knew that neither of them could stop now. 



     Ellen's reactions exceeded my expectations. Gazing at the long 

penis menacing her furry mound, she pleaded, "Oh, YES, brother! I WANT 

you to fuck me! I can't WAIT! I want you to fuck me so bad it hurts!" 




     She quivered her cunt up. Grasping his throbbing tool with her 

small fist, she pulled it toward her vaginal lips. Ellen's raging 

passion caused her body to blush a flaming red. Now, his prick had 

grown to a particularly lusty state, reaching inches beyond the 

breadth of his sister's fist. She stroked his long hardness, then 

pulled it to the mouth of her trembling pussy. Upon contact with its 

tip, she squealed, "OOOOOHHHH! GOD-D-D-D-D!" 



     Her long slender legs involuntarily wrapped around his hips; and 

then, as if her legs had a mind of their own, her legs tugged his 

loins toward her. His cock entered her tight muscle-rimmed opening as 

she writhed beneath him in unconcealed desire.



     My heart was thumping like a sledgehammer. A hot breath escaped 

my lips. Ellen lifted her hips eagerly to his massive member. They 

shared a sigh. Their mutual pledges of sibling love sounded like a 

ceremony as their bodies were about to be united. Her cuntal folds 

enveloped the head of his prick, then slid around his tool as he 

entered her. 



     He flinched and moaned as he forced inward.  Her vaginal muscles 

fearfully contracted, then relaxed, allowing his cock to spread the 

mouth of her cunt still wider. She arched her back, grinding her hips 

against the softness of the carpet as her brother's tool slid snugly 

into place. 



     Sobbing ecstatically, Ellen screamed, "Oh, Roger! You're KILLING 

me! I LOVE it! I love YOU! You're so fucking BIG! I can't STAND it! Do 

it! FUCK... FUCK ME-E-E-E-E!" There was nothing contradictory about 

her fevered pleas. Her brother was clearly huge, yet Ellen wouldn't 

have wanted him to stop. Her pain was replaced by unbelievable 

pleasure! She cried out in the heights of rapture known only to those 

who have tasted the white heat of forbidden pleasures.



     I'd never seen anything like it! Ellen and Roger were boiling 

with lust. Their bodies thrashed against the other like hellish 

morsels in a bubbling cauldron. Her nipples were dark and swollen as 

her brother's mouth lathed her soft breasts. He was riding his sister 

with a fury. Bucking against his groin, she thrilled in their 

unspeakable taboo, a tumultuous sweetness they'd never known. Her 

hands ran up and down his torso. The inflamed yolks of her eyes were 

wild, rolling in wide circles as his tool skewered her steaming 

channel. Her eager cunt sucked in his lengthy member like a muscular 

hand milking a bloated udder.



     Ellen's knees pressed against his body. Her gyrating groin was 

pliant and responsive, yielding to Roger's full lusty length. 

Transfixed at the long cock boring deeper into her cunt, she wiped the 

tears from her cheeks. Sobbing in erotic abandon, she whimpered, "Oh 

GOD, I'm so HAPPY! I want you to fuck me FOREVER!" She returned his 

ardor in full measure as his tool plowed on, throbbing through her 

cuntal walls like a resonating telephone pole.



     "I will," he promised, his muscular hips ramming between her 

legs. 




     He groaned. He was about to come! He was shoving his hips forward 

savagely, his cock slamming into her like a jackhammer.



     Her body blushed as she accepted it eagerly; and, now, lost in a 

whirlpool of lust, Ellen wailed in ecstasy, "YI-I-I-E-E-E!" Her head 

thrashed from side to side, her long hair flailing the air. She was 

returning his unbridled passion in full measure.



     Ellen bucked ferociously against his ramming groin. She gasped, 

"Oh, Roger! DO it to me, Roger! I'm going to come! You're so BIG! And 

in so DEEP! Oh GOD! I'm...I'm..." She was biting her lower lip, a 

trickle of blood streaking down her cheek and neck. Her long legs 

stroked his muscular back. She enwrapped her arms about his neck as 

the soft fullness of her lips pressed against his. The blood from her 

lip was staining the carpet. 



     As the orgasmic storm was about to overtake them, their tongues 

twined; their eyes closed to prepare their fevered minds and bodies 

for the fullest of pleasure.



     And then it happened! Both shuddered and moaned amid the 

explosive force of her brother's fluids bursting through her molten 

channel. Ellen screamed like a banshee, "OOOHHH, JESUS-S-S-S-S-S-S!" 

She was coming savagely. She threw back her head with a long erotic 

wail, relishing his spurting cock throbbing within her; his warm lava 

erupted and cascaded through her depths for an eternity of a half-

minute; her depths were overflowing with his endlessly gushing orgasm. 



     Her toes pressed against the carpet like a ballerina's. She 

raised her hips, forcing her shuddering groin against his as the 

orgasmic after-shocks flooded through them. Her vaginal muscles were 

in rapturous spasm, milking every last drop from his ejaculating prick 

as her cunt pulled tightly on it again and again.



     I was coming also, my knees buckling as I leaned against the 

wall, spurting into the robe.



     They collapsed into a cuddle, his cock still in her tight depths. 

They grinded greedily against the other, fiery flesh against flesh. 

His lips crushed hers as each sibling hugged and stroked the other's 

pulsating nakedness. 



     They remained like that until Ellen murmured, "If I were any 

fucking drunker, I'd be on another planet." They laughed 

uncontrollably, then quieted.



     Ellen was staring into the deep blue pools of her brother's eyes. 

His jaw was slack, his mouth dry. He grasped his glass of wine from 

the coffee table, gulped half of it down, then touched the glass to 

his sister's lips. She drank it greedily, unwilling to allow the peak 

of their intoxication to slip away. He then reached for Ellen's half-

full glass and repeated the ceremony.



     They were completely stoned. After laying in unspoken adoration 


for several minutes, he arose. They stumbled toward the shower. As 

Ellen led him down the hallway, she was pulling his penis up and down 

in her small fist; it was softening but retaining its impressive 

length. They'd left the bathroom door ajar; I watched from the 

hallway's darkness, their bodies reflected in the broad mirror that 

faced the shower stall. They entered, closing the glass door. The 

pinkness of their flesh gleamed through the dim lighting as the shower 

spray hissed. Steam swirled about their bodies. 



     I could hear a conversation but was unable to determine what they 

were saying. She kneeled before him, her eyes rolling up to watch his 

face as she ravenously gulped his length in her mouth. The softness of 

her lips glided along his prick until his mammoth cock had risen to 

its full, excited state.



     He cupped the fullness of her breasts, stroking her round 

softness. He pulled her to her feet, his tongue working its way down 

to her shaved cunt. He knelt before her as if in worship. His fingers 

stroked the smoothness of her mound as his tongue flicked against her 

clitoris. 



     Her hips gyrated eagerly against his mouth as she tossed her head 

in wild abandon.



     He stood, turning Ellen away from him, forcing her hands flat 

against the red tiled wall. 



     Ellen leaned into the wall, turning her head to look behind her; 

she gazed down upon his broad swollen cock, the head of which 

glistened a dark wet purple. She spread her legs wide in eager 

expectation to accept his lengthy gift. Her lips trembled. She 

shuddered heavily, pushing her smooth, virgin-like cunt back against 

him in an eager, grinding motion. 



     Her brother's eyes surveyed her perfect body, his hands sliding 

down her back and cupping her buttocks lovingly.  Grasping her thigh 

with one hand and his massive cock with the other, he leaned forward, 

poising his weapon. She tensed fearfully as the tip made contact with 

the mouth of her swollen cuntal lips from the rear. He entered slowly 

at first; then with a sudden shove, he sheathed his broad sword to the 

hilt. The savage onslaught caused her mouth and eyes to open widely in 

surprise. They were like dancers as his thick rod savagely slithered 

into her blistering depths. 



     His sister was sobbing, "Uh Huhhh! Uh Huhhh! Shove your brotherly 

cock deep into me, Roger! Fuck me! FUCK me like you LOVE me, Roger!"



     With each barbarous thrust, her buttocks flattened against the 

hardness of his stomach. She moaned in joyful anguish as he worked 

through her depths. Whimpering, she twirled her fingers around her 

clitoris as she rotated her hips in fervid passion. She squealed, "Oh, 

GOD!  I'm COMING!  DO it, Roger!  FUCK it, Roger!  SHOVE it IN me, 

Roger!  Oh, ROGER-R-R-R-R!  FUCK ME-E-E-E-E!"



     Ellen's back arched expectantly, then she tremored, her hands 


reaching behind her to grasp his hips as the orgasm throbbed through 

her. She sobbed, biting her lower lip, as tears rolled down her 

cheeks. She grasped the bulging base of his cock as it skewered 

through her creaming tunnel. 



     Roger's jaw slackened. He increased his tempo, ramming his tool 

home with a vengeance. His body jerked as he muttered, "I'm coming, 

Ellen!" 



     Ellen cried, "Oh YES!" as she pressed the nakedness of her 

quaking back against her brother's shuddering chest and stomach. She 

fucked her hips back and forth ecstatically and murmured, "I can FEEL 

it about to EXPLODE! OHHH YES-S-S-S!"



     He shuddered and groaned, lost in a tornado of passion.



     Ellen's body spasmed as she leaned forward, bracing her body as 

her fingernails clawed at the walls. 



     And then it happened! He exploded. She screamed at the sensation 

of his heated sperm, spurting like a mad volcano through her vaginal 

walls. She was crying, biting her shoulder in ecstasy.



     Wiping her tears away, She mewed, "I loved it! I LOVED it!" She 

turned, their arms twining like they had so many years before. And 

there they stood, beneath the warm spray of the streaming shower, 

their brotherly and sisterly flesh pressed together from head to toe. 



     When their bodies parted, she grasped his tool, stroking it 

lovingly to milk the last of its warm cream flowing through him. He 

mouthed her breasts. 



     Her nipples stood out like spikes as she smiled down on her 

little brother; she stroked the back of his head with her other hand, 

her fingers combing through his thick black hair. Her body trembling 

in after-shocks, she gyrated her satiated cunt against his muscular 

leg.



     Breathing heavily, I leaned against the hallway wall, as 

exhausted as if I'd been through the same exercise. That had been one 

hell of a night.



     You'd think this incident would have invited a repeat 

performance. It didn't, but I'd learned long ago that few things in 

life work out the way we think they should. 



     But Ellen and Roger laugh about it now, admitting it couldn't 

have happened if they hadn't been drunk. 



     Neither has ever been drunk again.



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Continued in Chapter 7

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     Neither has ever been drunk again.