First Contact
"How can they do that?" Lisa asked busting into my room, gingerly holding a DVD between her fingers.

"How can they do what?" I said, startled, as she broke my concentration to the book I was reading.

"Here," she said. "Take a look at this!"

She handed me the DVD. I took it and placed it in my computer. I punched a few buttons and in a moment or two, a movie came up on the screen. The movie started innocently enough with some opening credits. I recognized none of the names of the actors. Most sounded like made-up names, anyway, like Sweet Brittany and Dick Cocker and stuff like that. But there was one screen credit that made me take notice. It read something like this: Introducing the Twins, Joanne Best and John Best. The movie opened with a scene where John walks into Joanne's room and begin kissing and fondling each other. Before too long, they have their clothes off and are furiously making love. I paused the DVD and turned to Lisa.

"Where the hell did you find this?" I asked.

"Never mind where I find things," she said. "Just tell me what you think."

I ran the DVD again. I watched the mad twins screwing their heads off for a while and then I paused the DVD and turned to her.

"So, what was the question?" I said.

"I asked you to tell me how can they do this?"

"Are you asking me how can they do this being brother and sister or how can they do this being a guy and a girl?"

"Duh, a brother and a sister, you dummy," she said. "If they happen to be actually related. But to tell you the truth, I doubt they're brother and sister. They look a lot alike but I don't think they're related. What the hell! How can a brother get horny for his sister? It's totally impossible," she stated with absolute authority.

"Well, I don't think it's IMPOSSIBLE! I've read enough about incest among siblings. I don't think it's impossible."

"Oh, get out of town!" she said and laughed. "Get out of town! You don't know what you're talking about! I really don't think it works among siblings." She paused for a minute, became serious and then she added, "Could you get horny for me?"

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Yeah, right!" I said. "Sure! I can get horny for you any time I want. Can't you see I get a hard on every time you walk into the room?"

We both laughed. Lisa took the DVD out of the computer and flipped it between her fingers.

"Perhaps I should give it some more thought," she said.

"What is there to think about?" I asked her.

"Well, to be honest with you, I don't believe that brothers and sisters can get horny for one another, but if I'm wrong, I think I'd better be careful what I wear and what I don't wear around you."

"Oh, get out of here," I said, kidding. "Soon you're gonna accuse me of lewd behavior, you little shit. I couldn't get it up for you if my life depended on it, you ugly-faced little dork!"

"But you just said that sex among siblings is possible!"

"I know what I said. But I didn't say that sex among NORMAL siblings is possible. I think that some people are all screwed up and have no concept of family or friends or anything. Take murderers, for example. They're not normal people, they're sociopaths. And so are incestors… incestees…incest dudes, whatever the hell the right description is for this sort of person." We both laughed again, and she left the room, still laughing. I went back to my reading when a few minutes later she busted in again.

"I don't believe this!" she yelled. She stuffed the DVD into the computer and turned it on "play." She searched for a moment and finally stopped at a certain point. She let the DVD play. "Look at this," she said.

It was a copulation scene between the twins. The camera zoomed to a slow close-up of their bodies entwined into intercourse. "Look at this!"

I looked at where she pointed. I could clearly see a birthmark on the girl's right thigh, and the same, exact, absolute duplicate on the guy's left thigh.

"Whaddiya know about birthmarks?" she asked.

"Not much," I said, "but these two look the same."

"Like twins?" she asked.

"Like twins," I admitted.

"I still can't believe brothers and sisters can do it."

"Well, these two are doing it," I said.

"They're perverted sociopathic murderers, like you said," she said.

"I didn't say that," I protested.

"Then what are they? Are you going to defend them now?"

"Whoa, whoa, little sister! I'm not defending them. To begin with, they're lovers, not killers. All I'm saying is that some -- very few -- people can do that with no trouble, that's all."

"But you, personally, couldn't."

"No, I guess I, personally, couldn't."

"Good. Then I have nothing to worry about."

"Right."

"Good." She said and sat on my bed.

"Good," I said. I looked at her sitting on my bed, her facial features screwed in deep thought. "Now what?"

"And even if you could, I couldn't."

"You couldn't what?"

"I couldn't get horny for you. I mean that's utterly impossible. Oh, God! Me getting horny for my ugly brother! Eeeew!"

Somehow, I felt insulted. "What do you mean, eeew? Am I so repulsive to you?" I said.

"Oh, now we feel insulted, don't we? Our manhood is crushed, isn't it?" she scorned.

"Are you paying me back for my saying I couldn't get horny for you?" I said.

"Hold it! This is becoming ridiculous. Let's start from the top. Could you get horny for me if I wasn't your sister?"

"That's a moot point. You ARE my sister!"

"Pretend I am not."

"All right, if you can pretend I'm not your brother."

"Fine!"

"Fine!" I said. 'If you weren't my sister I'd screw your little brains off. Now get the hell out and let me read!"

"Oh, I know!" she said. "Let's pretend we discovered among our parents files my adoption papers. It turns out that I'm your adopted sister. Now could you?"

"You're not my adopted sister."

"Let's pretend!"

"Oh, all right. Whatever I will have to do to get rid of you."

"Will you try now?"

"Try what?"

"To her horny for me, you nimrod!"

"Oh, all right, if that'll make you leave me alone."

"Good. Start trying!"

She stood opposite me and took what she thought to be a provocative pose. I laughed. I stood up and I mirrored her pose. Now it was her turn to laugh.

"It's not gonna work out this way," she said. "Here!"

She grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to sit on the bed facing her. She turned all the lights out and left on only a small gooseneck lamp on my desk. She adjusted the light to fall on her as she was standing up facing me, on the other end of the room. She chose an all-music station on my stereo and turned it on low. She did a few dance steps around the room, careful to stay within the beam of light, and began a strip tease. I was very hard for me to keep a straight face as she awkwardly pulled down her jeans, and stood there in a flimsy, loose pair of panties. To the beat of the music, she began unbuttoning her blouse which she took out in a flourish and let fall on the floor. A white, silky brassiere covered her little breasts. She danced for a while what she thought to be a provocative dance, and when she saw me getting almost apoplectic from trying to suppress my laughter, she stopped.

"This isn't working, is it?" she said.

"I guess not," I replied, and broke out laughing.

"All right, then, we have to bring in the cavalry. Take your clothes off!"

"What?"

"You heard me. Take your clothes off! Here I am, undressing myself like a jerk, but you are hiding behind an armor of clothing. That's not fair."

I reluctantly stripped down to my shorts and sat down on the bed again.

"The shorts, too!" She ordered.

"I'm not getting naked in front of you!" I protested.

"You're not trying!" she cajoled.

"Oh, all right, goddamit, here!" I stripped off my shorts and sat down again.

She stood there, in front of me, looking down at my crotch. My cock had shrunk to nothing, and had buried itself between my thighs. She unceremoniously took off her bra and her panties.

"There!" she said. "Do you feel anything?"

My cock was nowhere to be seen. I shook my head.

"I don't feel anything, either," she announced. "Maybe we're not doing it right."

"What do you mean?"

"Sexual arousal depends on three things: imagination, vision and touch. Well, forget imagination. We also proved that vision doesn't work, either. That leaves touch. We have to touch each other."

"All right, we touch," I said and stood up. I came up to her and cupped my hands on her breasts. She stood indecisive for a moment.

"No, no, this isn't sensual enough," she said.

"Your nipples are hard!" I announced.

"Yea, well, that's reflex. I don't feel any sexual urge."

"So how can we fix that?"

"We dance."

We began a slow dance, making a conscious effort to keep our bodies touching. I guess we weren't trying hard enough because soon the dance turned into slapstick. I dipped her and twirled her and we started laughing, and the whole thing became a joke. We danced wildly, gyrating, jumping, falling on our knees, then jumping up again and doing a fast waltz, until we fell out of breath on my bed, laughing our heads off.

"I guess a normal pair of brother and sister don't get horny for each other," she said.

"I guess not."

"Maybe we're too normal," she said. "Too bad," she continued.

"What do you mean by too bad?" I said. Suddenly visions of making love to her filled my mind. I felt guilty and tried not to show it.

"Nothing, just nothing."

I turned to look at her. She was lying on her back, he small breasts heaving as she was catching her breath, lying on her back facing the ceiling. I noticed the pretty profile, the small nose and the luscious lips, the thin eyebrows and the bright blue eyes under thick, blonde eyelashes. My eyes followed the curvature of her chest to her stomach and lower, to the golden tuft of pubic hair, and I wondered what lied beneath. She turned to look at me and our eyes met. We were still laughing and panting. She rolled on her side facing me, and still laughing she said, "I love you, ugly brother. I love you because you're a good sport." She brought her sweet, delicious lips to mine and gave me a kiss. Then she got up and started picking up her clothes from the floor. As she bent over, I saw her lovely ass and her mound protruding between the cheeks and my cock began to rise. I turned my eyes away from her and mentally tried to restrain my erection, but she had already spotted it.

"Oh, what have we here?" she joked. "Are you getting horny for me, bro?"

"No, you twit," I said, "that's reflex, too. It's what we call a spontaneous erection. It happens to all young men. It's nothing." My cock went down a size or two.

"Oh, I think it's something, all right! Well, what do you know, point number one is taken care of. You CAN get horny for me, after all. Now let's test point two. Can I get horny for you?"

She dropped her clothes on the floor and sat cross-legged on the bed. She looked down at my cock and said, "Is that all you can do? Because I don't believe that thing can make me horny for you, little bro."

She reached and touched my cock. I honestly didn't want to have an erection, so I relaxed as best as I could and let my mind wander as I lied back on the bed looking at the ceiling. She put her fingers around my cock and squeezed it. As much as I wanted to resist it, it slowly started growing into her hand. "Oh, that's better," she said. "Much better! How did those twins do it? Hmmm, let me see. I think she kissed its head, like this..."

She stooped and kissed the head of my dick. Then she took her tongue out and licked it. "Ooh, it's kinda sweet," she announced.

"I wouldn't know," I said, as I stubbornly tried to maintain control of my erection.

She lowered her head enough to let the head barely slip between her lips. I couldn't resist and squeezed the muscles of my buttocks that raised my cock so that the head slipped entirely into her mouth. She let a moan and tightened her lips around my cock. Suddenly, I couldn't resist escalating the encounter. "Hey, little sister! Bring your butt over here!"

She crawled sideways like a crab and straddled me, bringing her pussy over my face. She freed her mouth from my cock and said, "Let's see if you can make me horny for you, little bro," and went back to sucking me. I searched for her clit with my tongue and sucked on it hard. I felt it harden between my lips and soon I heard her moan uncontrollably. Her pussy juices flooded my face, she tightened every muscle of her body and almost bit my cock off. With that, my resistance suddenly vanished and I came uncontrollably into her mouth. I heard her choke and spit.

"Phew! What was that stuff?" she said.

"That's my cum, ugly sister," I said.

"You can have it, ugly bro," she said in disgust. "Tastes like soap!"

She got up and started dressing. I did the same. When she finished, she turned to me and said, "I don't know what we've accomplished so far. We've proven that we can get off on each other, but I don't know if that proves that we can get horny for each other, if you know what I mean. Perhaps that's how the twins in the porno movie do it. They just do it, even though they may not be horny for each other." I said, "This business about who is horny for who is totally nonsense. Fucking is fucking." She said, "You want to do it again?"

"What will that prove?" I said, secretly hoping for a strong argument on her part in favor of repeating the experience.

"Nothing, I guess. But do you want to do it again?"

"Er…okay. Sure. When?"

"Any time," she said. "If you want to fuck me again, let me know. You don't have to be horny for me, either. I just like doing it."

"I don't know if you noticed, but I didn't fuck you, ugly sister. We had oral sex -- entirely different from fucking."

"Oh, that's better," she said. "Because I wasn't horny for you but I liked what you did to me."

I said," What about what you did to me? Did you like it?"

"Nah. I didn't feel anything until you started sucking me."

"Eating you!"

"Whatever."

She turned to leave.

"Let me get this straight," I said. "You like me eating you but you don't want to fuck?"

"No. I told you, I'm not horny for you."

She turned around and left my room. How could that be possible? She liked me eating her, but didn't want to fuck because she wasn't horny for me. What a queer set up! I started thinking back, from the moment she took my cock into her mouth. I realized that at the time I came in her mouth I was not fully erected. I was still in shock with the idea of fucking with my own sister and, with my help, the mechanism that brings a full erection had halted midway. Even when she was sucking me, I had conflicting thoughts in my mind that kept me from having a full erection, but when she came, she triggered something in me that made me come, regardless – which took me by surprise. Was that the reason she wasn't too thrilled with my body? Did she think that men just come, half erect, and that's it? Or did she sense my misgivings and didn't want to force the issue? Time will tell, I thought. And then she busted back into my room again.

"Those twins," she said. "The guy had a one hundred percent hard on, didn't he?"

"Yes, he did."

"How come you didn't?"

So it was that, after all.

"I resisted it, to be honest with you. I couldn't accept the idea of fucking my little sister."

"You didn't fuck me," she said. "We only committed fellatio and cunnilingus."

"Where did you learn all those Latin words?"

"From reading dad's old Playboy magazines."

She lingered for a while, undecided. It appeared as though she was looking for a reason not to leave my room. I thought I'd give her a reason to stay.

"Hey, do you want to see it one hundred percent hard?" I asked.

"What difference would it make?"

"Well, you may end up getting horny for it."

"I doubt it," she said, "but let's get a gander."

"Not like that," I said. "Not like I'm at the doctor's and he orders me to have an erection. I have to have a little foreplay."

"Should I strip for you again?"

"Yea. Strip for me! Dance! I want the whole show!"

Then I had a sudden inspiration and said, "Wait here a moment!" I darted out to the kitchen. I picked a rather small cucumber from the refrigerator and popped it in the microwave for a few seconds to get it warm. She called from my room, "What are you doing?"

"Be back right away," I shouted. I returned to my room and dug out a condom from my drawer. I put it over the cucumber and held it in my hand to keep it from cooling off.

"Now?" she asked.

"Now!" I said.
She began stripping as before, but this time her eyes were nailed to my crotch, with an expression between curiosity and expectation. I decided to give her something to look at, and I began to slowly strip myself. She was dancing naked now, still looking at my crotch. I managed to keep it from getting up for the longest time, which wasn't too hard since I had come once only a couple of minutes earlier. I stood up and dropped my shorts. My cock was hanging limp, but my mind was racing. I gave her the cucumber.

"Now, fuck yourself!" I ordered her.

She obediently took the cucumber tucked in the condom as it was, and put its tip to her pussy lips.

"Put it inside," I demanded.

She spread her knees as she was standing, exposing her pussy, and placed the end in the opening. She made a small effort to push it in, but only managed to insert about an inch of the narrower part of it.

"More…deeper!" I commanded.

She inserted almost half of it inside her pussy and began to play with it. She was smiling at me, still looking at my limp cock, hoping that her actions would give me a hard on. Soon, the smile disappeared from her lips as she began fucking herself with the cucumber for real. She was sweating, and moaning. The sight made me really horny for her as I saw her for the first time not as my own sibling but as a lovely young woman on the throes of pleasure. My cock came to full attention so fast, it hurt.

"Lie on the bed!" I said.

She obediently lied on the bed and continued with the cucumber. She closed her eyes and her breath became shorter. She was totally immersed in the effort of satisfying herself, no matter what. I suddenly jumped on her, grabbed the cucumber from her hands and tossed it away. She frantically began to finger-fuck herself. I grasped her hands and forced her to stop. She was becoming hysterical. "Let me finish," she shouted hoarsely.

I stood on my knees between her legs and let her see all of me. My glorious erection had reached its full height. I took her hand and guided it to my cock. She put her fingers around it. Although she had long, slender fingers, her hand couldn't reach around my cock all the way. She looked me in the eye and pleaded, "Fuck me, ugly brother, fuck me, please. Let me have this cock, please!"

I said, "Are you horny for me, little sister?"

"Yes, yes! I am horny for you. Fuck me, please!"

I put my cock right up to her vagina and said, "Let me hear it again!"

"I am horny for you, fuck me, please!"

Her vagina was dilated from masturbating with the cucumber, and I had no trouble pushing it in all at once. The head found the bottom, which gave her a jolt. I felt her uterus against the tip of my cock and I pushed harder, trying to enter it, but to no avail. Her uterus would not give. I tried as hard as I could, bringing the weight of my body on her chest, that made her gasp. I pulled out and rammed it in once more, as fiercely as I could muster. She wrapped her legs around my waist so tight, I couldn't pull out entirely as I tried ramming her again. I rested for a moment. She almost screamed, "No, please, don't stop! Fuck me as hard as you can!" She relaxed her legs around my waist enough to allow me to pump, countering my moves. I had a passing thought. "This girl knows how to fuck!" I decided to ask her after we finished our lovemaking how she got the experience, but right now all I wanted was to get off.
My orgasm came quickly like a tsunami that rises suddenly from a calm sea and comes crashing on the beach. She came at the same time. Her pussy contracted so hard, it wringed out every drop of my sperm. We fell down, exhausted. Then I realized I had come inside her. What if she became pregnant? I said, "Are you safe?"

"Safer than you think, ugly bro," she smiled. She turned around to face me. She took my chin in her hand and said, "You tried to fuck my uterus, didn't you, big boy? And you couldn't get in, could you?"

"No…" I whispered. "No, I couldn't."

"And you know why? Because when I left your room I went into the bathroom, found mom's diaphragm, and put it in."

"And you said you didn't want to fuck with me, you little slut!"

"Ugly bro, I wanted to fuck with you from the moment I saw those twins doing it. By the way, they are actually twins. There is an interview at the end of the movie, where they admit being real twins, they even show their birth certificate, and there are also some outtakes where the twins make mistakes and laugh and call each other brother and sister."

She paused for a moment and then she looked at me, scrutinizing my face as though to read in my expression the answer to her question before I had time to utter it. "Now tell me, can you get horny for me?"

"Any time, ugly sister, any time. Just say the word."

"No cucumbers next time?"

"No cucumbers next time."

"All right, because I had a lot of fun with that thing and I don't want to become hooked on vegetables." She thought for a while then she added, "Those twins…"

"Yea, what about them?"

"You know how long have they been doing it?"

"I have no idea. But they don't look like beginners to me," I said.

"They claimed they've been doing it for as long as they can remember."

"That explains it," I said.

"When did you start, you know, getting it up and … and so on?" she said.

"Oh, I don't know. I must have been about eleven or twelve, I guess," I said.

"Gee," she said. "Twelve, huh? We could have been doing it all these years. What a waste of time!"

2. Good to the Last Drop

"Bro," she said, quietly sneaking into my room, "I have a confession to make."

It had been two weeks since we made love for the first time. Our parents were back from their weekend retreat an hour after we have finished making love to each other and we could get no chance of getting together again, my sister and I. Somehow, all opportunities had suddenly vanished. It seems as though our parents had made it a plan to ruin every chance of my sister and me being alone. From the day they came back, my mother never left the house except for grocery shopping, and that, only in the evening, after dad had settled in front of the TV. They would both stay up late, every night, watching unending reruns on TV until the wee hours of the morning. One time I decided to take my sister to a hotel, and I told our parents that we were going to see a movie. My mother insisted on seeing the movie, too, and invited herself along. I ended up taking them to a chick movie that bored me to tears, but what could I do?

My sister was standing in the middle of my room, facing me as I was punching out a short story on my laptop.

"I am so fuckin' horny for you, bro, I can scream!" she whispered.

"So am I, but what can we do? I don't dare risk taking you out again. You saw what happened the first time."

"You want to hump right now?"

"With dad in the living room? Are you nuts?"

"Just a quickie, please?"

"Are you out of your mind? I couldn't even get it up thinking that my father could drop in on us any minute"

"I'm gonna poison their coffee," she said.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm gonna drug their coffee so that they will fall asleep for an hour."

"You're not doing any such thing. What do you know about drugs? It may kill them or destroy their nervous system. I wouldn't screw with my parents to screw with my sister," I said.

"Yea," she said, "You're right." She pondered for a while. "Hey, that's good! You wouldn't screw with your parents to screw with your sister! That's funny!"

My father's voice echoed from the living room. "What are you kids doing? Come down here and watch this movie with me. It's a Marx Brothers festival, I know you love them."

"What did I tell you?" I said.

"Shit," she said. "I'm going to poison their fuckin' coffee, I swear!"

I went to the living room prepared to spent the rest of the evening watching Marx Brothers movies with my dad. My mom came back from shopping and started a fresh pot of coffee. My sister came down and sat to watch TV with dad and me. When mom came into the living room, sis gave me a furtive look and went into the kitchen. She came back with a cup of coffee for herself and settled down. Soon, my mom went into the kitchen and fetched two mugs of coffee, one for herself and one for dad. I innocently said, "I think I'll have some coffee, too," when my sister quickly offered her cup to me. "You can have mine," she said. "I shouldn't have any more coffe, anyway."

The movie ended, but my dad made no move to change the channel as he was always in the habit of doing. I realized he had fallen sound asleep on the couch. I saw my mother take another sip from her coffee. She yawned. "Whew," she said, "All that coffee, and I'm still sleepy." I suspected I knew what they had been doing. They had been pumping themselves full of caffeine every night so they could stay awake until my sister and I had gone to sleep. I had a funny feeling that they suspected something. Before I could finish my thought, I realized that my mother was sound asleep, too.

"Are you guys sleeping?" my sister asked loudly.

There was no answer.

"MOM! DAD!" she called out as loudly as she could, but mom and dad were totally out. She shook them to make sure. No response. She looked at her watch. "We have one hour," she said. "Quick! Let's go upstairs!"

"What the hell did you do?" I said.

"I drugged them," she said simply. "I told you I would."

"Yea, but I didn't believe you were going to do it right away. I thought you were just shitting me," I said.

"Don't underestimate the power of a horny woman," she said. She stopped midway up the stairs and kissed me deeply. "I'll never shit you, bro," she said.

We went into her room. She spent a moment fiddling with her alarm clock, and then she put it down, satisfied. "There," she said. "How many times can we get off in thirty five minutes?"

I kept thinking about our parents sleeping in the living room, drugged by my sweet sister, and I couldn't concentrate on the job at hand. What if she overdosed them? What if they never wake up? What if they become vegetables? Those thoughts kept stirring in my mind and I didn't pay attention to the fact the my sister had stripped of all her clothes and now was stripping me. She pushed me and made me fall on her bed, on my back. She crept on her belly between my legs and took my cock in her mouth. Her tongue worked around the head, slipping between it and the foreskin and grazing on the natural oils old timers used to call head-cheese.

My parents, real flower children of the seventies, had insisted on a natural childbirth for me. When time came, my mother gave me birth at home, aided by a midwife who tied my umbilical cord, washed me up, bundled me in clean sheets and that was it. No hospitals, no circumcision, nothing. So I am a natural man in the midst of millions of poor circumcised bastards who don't know what they're missing because they've never had it. Because my cockhead is protected by its own foreskin, the area around it has not hardened as with circumcised penises and its sensitivity is as high as it was meant to be by nature itself.

Working around the head, my sister's tongue was giving me jolts of pleasure that helped my cock harden so much, it hurt. But it was a glorious pain that was followed by a glorious erection. She lifted her head and looked at my cock. Her eyes almost popped out.

"Wow! What a big cock you have grandma!" she said. Then she lowered her voice and continued the dialogue. "The better to fuck you with, little girl!"

She crept up, straddled me and lowered her pelvis over my cock. She grabbed it and guided it to the opening of her pussy that was dilated with the excitement over getting fucked after all that time. She let herself down on my cock and I felt the moist warmth of her pussy envelop it as it slipped inside her. I felt her lubricant drench my pubis and run down my crotch. Her finger followed the path of her juices and found my anus. She slipped her finger inside and massaged my sphincter. My forced celibacy of two weeks had overloaded my system, which found a sudden release, and without further ado, I came in torrents. She was surprised because she hadn't even begun and tried to take advantage of my erection before it went away. She started furiously pumping up and down and rubbing her clit with her finger. She came quickly in a great spasm that almost chocked my cock at its root. When she finished, she dismounted me and crawled back on her knees between my legs. She took my cock in her mouth and eagerly slurped the juices. I said, "I didn't think you liked cum. You said it tasted like soap." She tried to speak with her mouth full of cock. "Ith thathes betther now."
"What?"

She lifted her head off my cock. "I said, it tastes better now. Come on, don't waist time talking. Fuck me again!"

She dove on my cock and swallowed it again. When she felt my cock long and stiff in her mouth again, she got off me, rolled on her back and pleaded, "Come on, hon, let me have it, huh?"

I turned over and kneeled between her legs. I reached over her head and grabbed two of her pillows that I stuffed under her pelvis. The pillows lifted her body enough to bring her pussy up to my cock as I was in kneeling position. She wrapped her legs around my waist. I kissed her and whispered in her ear, "Are you ready for a marathon fuck?"

"I'm ready for anything!" she whispered back.

I had already come once and I knew from experience that the second time was going to be slow. I could last for an hour, if I wanted to, but, of course, not tonight. Time was getting rather short. I decided to let her have it until a moment before the alarm sounded off. All I had to do was pump, and pump I did. Constantly, relentlessly, I pumped her for the better part of twenty minutes. I heard her pant and I felt her come two, three times. I kept pumping. I made her come once again when I decided that time was really getting short now, and I had better get off before the damned alarm clock went off when I least expected it and gave me a heart attack. I redoubled my stroke, as if that was possible, and I felt her getting there again. We came together in a climax that lasted so long, it felt like time had stopped, then we fell apart, exhausted, panting and sweating.

The alarm went off. She silenced it quickly, got up and got dressed back in the same clothes she had on before. I did the same. We brushed our hair, trying not to look much different from an hour ago when we were watching the movie with our parents, and went to the living room. Dad was snoring and mom's drool ran down her chin. At least, they weren't dead. Lisa collected their coffee mugs, went to the kitchen and emptied both mugs and the coffee pot in the sink.

3. Cleopatra

We sat on the couch and I turned the TV to a station that was showing a silent version of the movie Cleopatra. It looked fairly ridiculous, what with the typical silent movie style of acting, what with the theatrical makeup of the times that made everyone look like a clown. Soon my dad woke from his slumber, yawned, stretched out and looked around, puzzled. He saw us both pretending to be absorbed in the movie and smiled.

"Gee, I must have dozed off," he said. He looked at the TV screen. "Oh, Cleopatra! I have seen that version before. They never make mention of the fact that she was about to marry her little brother. Mores of the times, I guess." He noticed the puzzled look in our faces. "Oh, yea, the pharaohs of Egypt used to marry their sisters because there weren't any non-relatives of royal blood around. This way they made sure that royal blood didn't get diluted by marrying commoners." He paused for a while and enjoyed the stunned expression on our faces. "Different strokes for different folks," he added. "Of course our culture regards this as a horrible thing to do."

It was my mother's turn to wake up and yawn, and she expressed the same surprise for having dozed off. She looked for her coffee. Lisa said, "I emptied your mug, mom. I didn't think you wanted any more coffee tonight. If you want me to, I'll brew you some more."

"Never mind," my mom said. "What did you watch while I was sleeping?"

"Cleopatra!" my father said. "We watched a movie about an queen of an incestuous culture about to marry her brother. Except they don't talk about that in the movie."

"What are you talking about?" my mother said, rather confused.

"Nothing," my father said. "It was nothing."

We watched in silence for a few minutes when my father spoke again.

"What would you kids do if you were in Cleopatra's shoes?"

"What do you mean?" my mother asked.

"I'm asking them what would they do if their culture demanded that they get married to each other and have children," dad said simply. I felt a sudden emptiness in my chest, a pang of conscience accompanied by a funny feeling that this conversation was based on something he knew or suspected. My mother said, "That's nonsense! This subject is entirely in bad taste for a family to discuss."

Lisa looked at me with a funny look in her face and said, "I'd sooner kill myself than marry my own brother!"

My dad became adventurous. He said, "Is it marriage that is out of the question or sex? Would you have sex with your brother regardless?" My mother jumped up, totally upset.

"I said I don't want to hear any more about the subject!"

"All right, all right," dad said, "I was simply having fun with a forbidden subject. We're all adults here. We won't talk about it any more if it upsets you so!" He got up and yawned. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to bed. I can hardly keep my eyes open."

My mother got up, too, and said, "Me, too. I don't know what got into me. Good night, kids."

When they had both gone to bed, my sister turned and looked at me with a puzzled expression. We stared at each other's eyes for the longest time.

"What the hell was that all about?" she finally whispered.

"Beats me!" I whispered back. We didn't dare speak in a normal voice lest our parents were eavesdropping on us. We sat back on our places, on the surface appearing to be watching television, but actually deep in thought about the evening's events. After several minutes, I looked up at her and said, again in a whisper, "You think they suspect something?"

"I don't know," she said. "But doesn't it sound strange to you that he would suddenly choose a subject that's part of our real life, mine and yours?"

"So why, all of a sudden, they decided not to stay up until we're gone to bed?" I asked.

"Well, that's probably the after-effects of the drug," she said.

We fell back into silence, and were gradually absorbed in the movie. When it ended, we realized that a whole hour had passed. Lisa stood up and peeled her shoes off. She walked, barefooted, upstairs and checked on our parents. She came back down in a minute or two and sat next to me.

"I watched them sleep for two minutes," she said. "They seem to be totally out." She leaned against me, and let her head rest on my shoulder. I put my arm around her neck and let my hand hang down, almost touching her breast. She raised her hand and took mine. We held hands for several minutes, absorbed in our private thoughts. Then, almost imperceptibly, she moved her hand up to my wrist, and brought my hand into the opening of her blouse. I fondled her breast, and felt her nipple harden between my fingers. She released my hand and with her other hand she reached for my crotch. She fondled my dick over the jeans and when she felt it rising, she lowered my zipper and dipped her hand inside. She pulled my cock out and helped it with her able hand to resume its perfectly erect stance. Her other hand was working her crotch, over her jeans. Then she lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth. I just stood there, fondling her breast, and let her bring me to a climax. I came again into her mouth, but my body had not had time to replenish all of its juices and the quantity of sperm that jutted out was rather moderate. When it was all over, she practically jumped up, fell on my chest and hungrily brought her lips to mine. I opened my mouth to receive her tongue and I got a mouthful of cum. She interrupted her kiss and said, "It tastes good, doesn't it? I'm sorry I said it tasted like soap the first time. I guess the taste depends on whether you're horny for the person or not."

That was the weirdest thing I had heard so far coming from her. I let my own cum slip down my throat and kissed her hard. With both hands I pushed her jeans down to her ankles and she gingerly stepped out of them. She loosened my belt, unbuttoned the top of my jeans and pulled them down around my thighs. She kneeled on the couch straddling me and quickly guided my cock to her pussy. She slid down on it, but made no other move. She just sat on my cock, holding my face in her hands, and looking at me in the eyes. I tried to move but she forced the weight of her body down to immobilize me.

"Don't!" she said. "Don't move. We're doing it Chinese style!" We sat there for ten minutes until I felt a slow climax coming up. She felt it, too, and she jumped off me. She slapped my cock hard with her hand, so hard that my climax receded and my cock began losing its erection. She made me dress, she dressed up herself and said, "Promise me you won't masturbate, or get laid or anything until I'm ready for you." I said, "What the hell are you talking about? You had me coming and stopped me and now you don't even want me to relieve myself?"

"That's the idea," she said.

"Why not?"

"Trust me, bro," she said. "Promise me you won't get off without me! And I promise you, you will never regret it!"

"All right, I promise."

"Good," she said and got up. "I'm going to bed now. Good night!"

4. The Chinese Puzzle

Next day, dad went to work and mom left after lunch. She said she had a lot of shopping to do and wouldn't be home before dinner time. As soon as she left, Lisa took me upstairs to her room and said, "Here we go, round two!" She prompted me to undress, undressed herself and lied on her side on the bed. I lied next to her, facing her, and we embraced each other tightly until I was so hard, I could barely stand it. Lisa lifted a leg and let my cock find her pussy. She helped it slide inside and closed her legs around it. "Remember, don't move!" she ordered. We stayed immobile in that position until I felt the orgasm rise again. She quickly broke the embrace and rolled away from me. She grabbed an ice pack that she had hidden under her pillow and held it against my cock. Needless to say, I lost any desire to come. "What the hell…" I began mumbling.

She stopped me with a kiss and then explained. "It's the Chinese method, and these guys really know how to have pleasure." "So far, I can't see any pleasure in it," I protested. "I asked you to trust me," she said. "I know about these things." "How? How the hell do you know about these things when two weeks ago you had no idea that brothers and sisters – under certain circumstances – can and have sex!" "I'm a fast study," she said. "Hey, little bro, don't be surprised! I can read, too! And I've been doing a lot of reading. This idea of Chinese sex had me really thinking. So, I'm experimenting now and please don't ruin the experiment!" She got up and started getting dressed. "Same thing tomorrow," she said.
The next day, our parents decided to take in a movie. They left the house around seven p.m. which gave us time to go at it again, same way as the day before. For a full week, every day, we found at least one hour to ourselves, Lisa and I, to continue the Chinese love experiment.

On Friday afternoon, mom and dad announced they had decided to go back to the retreat, packed up and left. They would be away until Sunday night. I finished some writing I had to do by evening and asked Lisa what was the schedule for the night. We could spend the entire night on the same bed, I told her. She said that's what she was waiting for, an opportunity to spend the night together.

We went to dinner in a nice restaurant followed by a show. At her insistence, we went to an all night bar and had a couple of drinks. We danced and had fun until three a.m. when she suggested we go home. I was a little tired from the long evening, but was looking forward to getting to be with my sister and getting off after a whole week of celibacy. We undressed and went to her bed. She turned the lights out and jumped under the covers with me. I was already aroused and I had checked for an ice pack under her pillow. I had found nothing, to my relief. She cuddled up into my arms and quickly fell asleep. I was disappointed but assumed it was part of the experiment and soon I was sound asleep with a hard on that lasted all night till morning.

When we got up, showered and got dressed, Lisa announced that "tonight was the night!"

"Tonight," she said, "we're fucking our heads off!"

I couldn't wait for the day to pass. I did some shopping, did some more writing, I watched television, I listened to music, I played computer games, until, finally, evening rolled on. Lisa suggested we dine out again.

We went to our friendly restaurant but she asked me to avoid dulling our senses with alcohol so we both stayed away from it. We even found a bar that served only soft drinks and juices and danced the evening away. We returned home long before midnight. "After midnight," she said, "the senses begin to dull, alcohol or not, and we don't want that!" I was amazed at how much she knew about the biology and the psychology of sex, she, who only three weeks ago sounded so naïve about everything. I was anxious to get to bed as early as possible but she insisted that we keep cool and let things take place naturally. We both took a shower – separately – to cleanse ourselves from the smells of the restaurant and the bar afterwards, and came out naked and, speaking for myself at least, ready.

We lied in bed, facing each other and kissed for the longest time. Finally, she rolled on her back, raised her legs and said simply, "Now." I decided to take it easy and not jump on her and take her bam, bam, thank you, ma'am. I kneeled between her legs and was about to lower my head to her pussy, but she stopped me.

"No foreplay," she said. "Just put it in!"

I found her honeyhole and slid my cock in, easily. She wrapped her legs around my waist and whispered, "Now stay there and don't move!" "Again?" I whimpered. "Again!" she said. "Just think of something else as I do."

I lied on top of my sister with my cock inside her pussy and tried to think of something else as she had ordered. I was willing to follow her orders and continue the Chinese love experiment to its natural ending.

I visualized a secluded beach under the sun, with golden sand between my toes and I saw myself idly walking about, listening to the surf and the seagulls. I saw my sister coming to me and getting into my arms, and I imagined lying down with her, on the soft, hot sand and I saw myself getting ready to make love to her. I realized in my daydreaming that my sister was already into my arms and my cock was already buried into her pussy, and I felt her legs holding me against her, leaving me no room to move. I stayed there in that new to me condition, where reality and fantasy intermingled, with strange and sensual results, and a wonderful feeling of love and affection swelled into my chest and overflowed from my eyes as tears. I tightened my embrace on my beloved, and held her fast in my arms, but allowing both of us enough room to breath without effort. My tears fell onto her face and she looked up at me. Her eyes had also welled up, and now tears were freely flowing from them. It was an indescribable feeling, that kept welling up as though coming from a never-ending source -- and then it happened. An orgasm arose from the center of my being, flooding every pore and every nerve ending, every follicle and every inch of my skin, following every artery and vein and I came as I had never come before. I exploded to a climax that jammed every other sensation of my body, and I felt floating in space without a thought, without a worry, filled with love and desire for the only person in my life that had given me this incredible sensation. I felt her coming at the same time, her body tightening around my body, her pussy a garrote around my cock as though trying to hold it and keep it for herself for ever. We held our breath trying to prolong the climax until our ears began to buzz, and we finally dropped exhausted in each other's arms. We kept silent, until our heartbeat returned to normal and our breath became regular again.

She sat up on the bed, looked at me with great affection and said, very simply, "And that, sweet brother, is what the Chinese call fucking."

5. Epilogue

I never figured what made our parents behave the way they did. Lisa and I had long conversations, trying to find an explanation for it, but we could come to no conclusion. We decided it was just a coincidence and we let it go at that. One day I begged her to tell me how come she knew so much about sex. She swore to me she had no practical experience. She claimed she had learned everything she knew from reading about it, aided by a fertile imagination. I had no reason not to believe her and I never brought up the subject again. A few months later, I got a job with a newspaper in Chicago and Lisa moved to Boston to go to medical school. We have never dated or made love with other partners. I frequently fly to Boston on Friday nights and stay with her until Monday mornings. We have condensed Chinese love-making into our own, shorter version of coupling and staying put for an hour, breaking for two hours, coupling again and so on, repeating the cycle for a full day. We sleep together the first night without making love, but the second night we allow ourselves to have all the orgasms we can get. It's an incredible feeling, made stronger from our love for each other. I will never marry, and will never date another woman. My colleagues think I'm gay, but they leave me alone and I do nothing to help them change their minds.

One day our parents will be gone. Then Lisa and I will move together and grow old together -- and spend my frequent flyer miles on visiting China.


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