1. Stacy's Story


    Date: 6/25/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Erotica, First Time, Incest, Masturbation, Virginity, Written by women, Author: Paige Turner, Rating: 93.1, Source: sexstories.com

    look at a huge feast and in that fraction of time my course of action, in the darkness of night, was clear as day. I succumbed to my, to our desire and acted. My pyjamas consisted of a button down shirt with hearts on it and a pair of matching shorts that came to mid-thigh on me. I swung my legs out from under the covers and stood in front of my brother, I briefly looked into his eyes, before planting my lips on his mouth, my arms wrapped around his back as I pressed into his body. He jerked back, breaking the kiss but my arms held him tight. He opened his mouth to speak, maybe to protest, but nothing was stopping me now, I knew his lust was there, I had seen it in his eyes, I had felt it in his jeans earlier that night and in the brief moment when his lips parted to speak I brought my mouth to his and slid my tongue in the open gap. Tasting my brother, his head had tried to move back but then, as if accepting this was going to happen, he put his arms around me and started his own exploration of my, of his sister’s mouth. Our tongues entwined, I felt his shoulders relax as if a great deal of tension had been released from him. I wondered how long he had thought of me in this way; before this night had he fantasized about me? The times when he saw me in just my panties, had he been turned on? My mind raced as it had done earlier tonight. But then, a calm washed over me, I stopped thinking about those things and returned to the moment. My hands trailed up and down his back, ...
    up to his neck and back down to the top of his jeans. His hands were also exploring, his hands moved up to my hair and he began to run his fingers through it. The feeling of being touched as a woman was good enough, but knowing that the hands caressing me, the hands bringing me this electrifying feeling belonged to my own sibling, my own flesh and blood, the feeling was beyond words, it was ecstasy. We broke off the kiss and stood back; my hands travelled down his arms and held his. “Stacy I…are you sure?” he said while looking into my eyes. (I wondered if I should ask him the same, but didn’t, in case I didn’t like the answer) “I think so, I never realised, I never dreamed of this. I love you” my voice began to tremble. “I love you, but there’s something else. I feel like I…..” I was getting frustrated with myself; I knew what I wanted to say but I was afraid to, but then he said them for me. “I need you” he said, “Stacy I…I want you” and that was it, the confirmation, the last barrier. He brought his right hand to my face and cupped my cheek. Earlier this night he had wrapped this hand around his cock, he had drooled on this hand and slid it up and down his shaft until he could stand it no more. I wondered if he had washed it since, it was turning me on more and more. He brought his face to mine and we shared a soft kiss, much more controlled than last time. His taste was so familiar, it felt strange, almost like kissing myself. It was slightly different to mine but similar ...
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