Her name was Miriam and she was my first, though I can only write the story here as I doubt my family would understand as Miriam is also my aunt and still married to my uncle. She may be in her seventies today, but some things are better not mentioned, save only in the mind as cherished memories. It took place back in the 1970's when the sexual revolution was just gaining ground from the swinging sixties. Though compared to today it was a far more innocent age and sex was more or less confined to the men's magazines as far as any young male was concerned. Though I did know what a naked woman looked like, air brushing and some very weird rumours via word of mouth still held sway in many teenagers brains. Sex after all was what you did when you were married and most young girls of my age (16) were not easily approachable nor interested in sex as such. Well, not that I could fathom, it wasn't as if I ever came out and asked. I had a tendency to simply get tongue tied in their presence as it was. Yes, I was a shy young boy, still a virgin, like I suspect all my male classmates, despite some outrageous claims by the boys, though possibly not the girls. Then again they'd never admit they weren't virgins, reputation meant a lot in those days.
She danced with beauty and grace. Her 18-year-old body was at its bloom of womanhood, and was the envy of all the others in her class. She was dancing in what would be her final recital with this dance company, as the following Autumn would bring her to a distant state and university.
Her 20-year-old brother sat in the audience, enjoying the show. He had laughed at the 4 and 5-years-olds doing their cute dances in their cute outfits, some taking center stage, still others crying for their mommy, afraid of being in front of so many strangers. He sat patiently through all the "grades" of the evening... beginners tap, beginners ballet, beginners jazz, all the way up to just before the final-. The last dance was with the graduating Seniors and the head dance instructor, the owner of the studio. Many of the girls going off to college had been with the instructor since they, themselves, were the cute 4 and 5-year-olds, a few of them accepting assistant roles with the nearly three dozen different dance classes.
Collette was one of them. She had started dancing almost as soon as she could walk, and her parents had enrolled her into classes as soon as it was feasible. After that, there was no turning back for her. She had a passion for dance and felt the need to make it her life's work. That's why she had decided to go so far away to the Big City for college.
I can't remember exactly when my sister Cindy and I first began masturbating in front of each other, but by the time we were in high school, we would usually come home after our dates with other people and tell all about what Cindy called "the juicy details." My sister is a beautiful brunette with smallish-sized tits. I'd tell about dry humping my date in the front seat, or touching some girl's tits; and Cindy would sit back against the headboard of her bed and slowly bring her knees up, then open her thighs.
As she listened to me describe my sexual adventures, she'd moan a little, and begin rubbing her pussy through the thin cotton of her panties. While I watched, eventually she'd pull her panties off, let her skirt slide up to her hips and expose her naked pussy to me. By now my dick would be getting very nice and hard while I told what I'd done with other girls. Cindy would put her feet together, sole to sole, and spread open her legs so they formed a diamond shape with her pussy at the top.
All the hypocrisy surrounding incest in the media is getting tiring and I'm starting to get sick of it. It's getting so bad that I feel I have to reveal some of my own secrets to create some semblance of balance. I've been having sex with my sister for years. We've always had a good time doing it and suffered no ill effects.
Unlike what people like to believe, we come from a normal, middle class family; not some degenerate perverts. It's may be a different picture to paint of the situation, but it happens to be the truth.
The stuff that I do with my sister, while kept secret from the rest of the world, including our parents, gives us a lot of happiness and well being. We're not abusing or exploiting each other as in so many other 'Normal' relationships we see around us. We are both very happy and well balanced and we have each other to thank for this.
Hi, my name is Jim. My story is about the summer my sister Anna and I shared. My story begins about three weeks into our summer break.
I had just broken up with my girlfriend Jill. We had been dating all year and I thought it would last forever. She said she needed to spend time with others and wanted to date other people that summer. None of her reasons were very good. Well, we separated. I was devastated. I didn't understand what had gone wrong. For about a week, I ran through every-thing in my mind to try and figure out "why?" It was driving me mad.
My sister tried to help. We talked about girls and relationships. She tried to help me make some sense of the breakup. Eventually, we both decided that it was best to let go and move on. Maybe later in life these things would make sense.
To help me take my mind off of things, my sister offered to take me mountain biking up in the hills near our house.
"Ware swim trunks because there was a creek where we were going that we could swim in." Anna said.