I've seen lots of fakey stuff in here - people making up obviously false stories just for the shock value. Well, I happen to be involved in a completely rewarding and HEALTHY incestuous relationship with my sister, and have been for 14 years, since I was 23 and she was 21. After college for me, and her last year in college, we had both had a few nasty and disappointing experiences with relationships. It was summer, and we were home on the farm, helping dad with the vegetable farm. It was hard, hot, dirty work, and almost every day after the rock-picking, or the weeding, or digging or whatever was on the schedule for the day, we'd go swimming.

My sister was and is a very attractive woman... I'd been noticing how good looking she was since I was 13, but of course never mentioned it. I had fantasies about sneaking nude into her bedroom at night and hiding under her bed while she changed,ordinary adolescent stuff like that, and I did "accidently" see her naked on a couple of occasions, stealing glances at her small little nipples down her shirt, etc, sneaking to the closet naked to get clothes after a bath when she thought nobody was looking - which kept me in wet dreams for months. Nothing ever really came of it, until that last year, 1983.

It was early summer, or even late spring, after school, and we had gotten very close. I told her about my disappointments, she told me about the obnoxious creeps she had dated in college, and we commiserated. One saturday, I went out to the hill where she was sunning, (It was still a little chilly, but she's always had a hard time getting a tan, so she was starting early) and I laid down on the blanket next to her. We talked about how much we wished we could meet someone like each-other. I worked up a little courage and told her that I loved her, something I'd never said seriously before. She got quiet, and said after a bit that she loved me too. We hugged. We didn't talk anymore right then, but I think we both knew a barrier had been broken. After a while she got up since it was getting cloudy and went inside. The next time we went swimming, She either "forgot" the top to her bikini, or it was in the wash or something, I don't remember now, and she just wore her bottoms and a t-shirt... there was no-one else there swimming when we got there, and we had fun splashing around for a while... I was getting very sexually aroused, I had a very difficult time keeping from staring at her nipples poking against the fabric of her shirt once she got wet all over. We lay on our backs in the water and stared up at the sky for a little, holding hands. I had an idea. I told her to lay back in the water, and i would try swinging her around in a circle in the water... by the ankles, just for fun. Well, if you've ever tried that, you know it doesn't work: she couldn't hold her legs straight against the flow of the water, and couldn't keep her head above water, and I couldn't make her move through the water very fast either, even though I was pretty strong from picking rocks and hoeing weeds, etc. So, I parted her legs and tried to get a grip under her knees, but that just sank her head further under the water, so she wrapped her legs around my waist, I grabbed her hips, and she could stay up. I swung her around in the water for a bit, but I had a problem: my rapidly stiffening erection. I could feel it brushing her thigh, and then her crotch! at every step, so I stopped swinging her around, and sank down in the water, saying something like, "How was that?" She caught her breath and said something along the lines of "That was fun!" and "Maybe we could do it again sometime."

She said it in a very strange tone of voice, which I found too scary to respond to directly, so I went for the indirect, and said something like, "Well, why not right now?" She agreed. I got between her legs again, (Heaven!) and started swinging her around again. I watched the water pouring over her body as I swung her in a circle. She had been holding the bottom of her t-shirt the first time, although I didn't notice it, being too befuddled by my own concerns, but I noticed this time. She was holding it very tight... her fist practically in her crotch. She let go, or the cloth slipped, and the fabric floated toward her head immediately, but she caught it and drew it down again. I knew for CERTAIN that she could feel the hardness of my erection rubbing aginst her crotch, even though I was trying to keep her body away from it.

Now, if this was a fake story, this would be where i would make up some excuse for her to take off her shirt, or skinny dipping, and we'd wind up fucking. We didn't that day, that was as far as it went. I was too chicken to do anything, and so was she, I found out later that she had been close to having an orgasm when we stopped. Another car drove up not long afterwards anyway, if my memory is correct. We left not long afterwards, after towelling off. I THOUGHT about telling her that if she wanted to take off her wet shirt so she could dry off as we drove home, it would be fine with me, but I didn't, and it wasn't because I was chicken, but because I knew she wouldn't react well to that suggestion.

A few weeks later, when the weeding was dying down for the summer, and the rock picking was long over with, I got done with some chore or other, and went out to where she was sunning again in front of the house. She had gone for a long walk with a girl-friend of hers the previous weekend, and pulled a muscle, she said, in her side. I took off my shirt, and laid down on the ground next to her lawn chair. It was near lunch time, I remember. She was putting tanning lotion on her legs. Somehow, I don't remember whether I asked her if she'd like it if I put some lotion on her back, or if she asked me, but I wound up rubbing lotion across her back, rolling up her tube top to do it. As long as i was rubbing her anyway, I asked if she'd like a massage, maybe make her side feel better? She agreed, and i spent some time exploring her body and developing a raging erection. I gave her a good massage, kneading her muscles and tendons gently but firmly... I think I had read a book on massage or something by then. At any rate, she really liked it. I pulled her tube top up to her neck, and rubbed her back in long strokes, and her bare legs. my hands hesitated at her butt, and I asked her if it was all right to rub there. She giggled like I was silly, and agreed easily, putting me at ease. I let my hands slip beneath her shorts to massage her buttocks, and it felt indescribably good, but then I decided not to go any further, not knowing how she'd react. of course my erection was still very hard, so when I finished rubbing her legs, (and rubbing her thighs was very very very nice) I tried slipping my midsection under her chair to hide it when she turned over. She asked why, and i came up with some lame excuse, like wanting my shorts to be in the shade so they wouldn't get so hot in the sun, and i wasn't getting tan there anyway. She unrolled her tube top and turned over, giving me a compliment on my skills as a massager. i sat up and asked if she'd like me to do her front too, and she agreed. No, I didn't massage her breasts, although I dearly wanted to. I rubbed her soft tan shoulders, her beautiful torso, and her lovely long legs. I rubbed her thighs for a very long time, getting closer and closer to her crotch... then she got up without a word and went inside. I was afraid I'd gone too far, but she didn't act any differently toward me the next time I saw he about half an hour later at lunch.

She'd gone into her room. Did she go in there and masturbate? The thought made my mouth go dry. That summer I was doing quite a lot of it myself, in the bath tub or in bed. No, nobody caught me at it, and I didn't catch her doing it. My old fantasies came back about hiding under her bed, and I had some very nice dreams. Sometimes they were so vivid that I had trouble he first thing in the morning, remembering that I HADN'T actually made love to my sister, feeling that warm wet ring slide down my shaft. A few more weeks went by. Mom and Dad took us on a day trip to some aquarium, and since it was August, we wore light shirts and shorts, but we hadn't reconed with the air conditioning in the car. Mom and dad wore warm clothes, so for them to be warm in the front seat, My sister and I in the back seat got chilly. We got close, and cuddled all the way to the aquarium and back, telling mom we had to keep warm when she looked at us. My sister threw her beautiful legs over me and sat right on my lap... and once again, I could feel my erection pushing hard into her flesh, and there was no way she wouldn't feel it. And she kept wiggling around!

Once again, we didn't go any further. Finally, it was September, and my sister was packing for her last year at college. I had gotten a job in town, part time, but it was a short term temporary thing, I had plenty of time to help dad harvest. Anyway, the day my sister was leaving for college, I went to her bedroom in the morning, wearing my robe, and knocked on the door. She called out "hold on a minute" and I heard cloth rustling around, then let me in, wearing her own robe, very thick and plush purple fabric. I went in, and we talked about her going back to college. I asked if she needed any help packing, but that was all done. I told her i would miss her, that I always had when we were at different places. maybe I could find a job in the city, and come live down there? She said she though that was a good idea and yawned.

I asked if I'd woken her up, but she said no, and acted like she was going to say what she had been doing, but stopped. "Still tired?" I asked. "Well, kind of stiff," she said, or something like that. I asked if she would like another massage, since she liked the last one so much, and she blushed! She agreed, and laid down on her bed. I tried massaging her through the thick robe she had on, but it wasn't working, I couldn't feel where she left off and the robe began. I thought about putting my hand under her robe, but I thought she might not like that, and I was desperate for her to not get mad at me... I sighed and turned around on the bed. "What's wrong?" she asked me. I didn't dare look at her, I was too scared, but I went ahead and said what was on my mind.

I don't even know if I should be in here...." my voice shook a little. "Why not?" she asked now, clearly concerned. "Have you ever..." I started and broke off. She said, "Have I ever what?" very VERY quietly. I sensed something important in that, and I got up my courage. "Have you ever thought about having sex with me?" oh boy. I could just see the rest of my life turning into a burning hell, everything teetering on the edge of collapse. Mom would hate me forever, I'd have to join the foreign legion... "Well, I guess I have THOUGHT about it, sometimes," my sister said, meaning she'd never seriously considered it, only I thought I heard a little bit more than that. Not hell but purgatory... I said, "Do you want to have sex with me?" and somehow I looked at her... I don't remember standing up, but I was looking at her standing up to me. "I don't know..." she said. "Sex creates a kind of bond you know? not a brother-sister kind of bond... I love you, and i don't want to put a wall between us..." "Maybe I want that bond." I said. "We're both grown up now, we can do what we want. I love you. We've both had lousy luck with other people. nobody else is like you, nobody else knows me like you, and the same thing goes the other way. I mean I know you better than anyone else. does." She sat down, and I could tell she was really considering it. "It's too scary... we could get in so much trouble." I sat down next to her, not touching her. I could tell she was near crying, and so was I. "We're both grown ups. our lives are our business..." I trailed off. She looked at me. I looked at her very close ... and then I kissed her. She gasped, and put her arms around me. I slipped my arms under her robe, and she was naked beneath it. She was scared as hell, and so was I. We were both shaking. I touched her breast softly, and stroked her nipple, it felt rubbery. My sister closed her eyes and panted through her mouth. She picked up her hands and put one in my lap, fumbling around...and then Mom called us down to breakfast.

We slid apart, and looked at eachother, a dangerous moment... my mind was so fogged I wasn't sure I'd really heard Mom. "I guess we'll have to go downstairs." I said. "I don't want to go downstairs" my sister said, and I knew she meant she wanted to stay up here and have sex with me, and that she didn't want to go down there and look at mom. but then she called, "OK Mom!" and we stood up. i was going to leave, when she put her hands around me, and give me a fantastic kiss, and squeezed my erection once through my robe. "I love you" we both whispered, and then we went down to breakfast. the rest of that day was busy, and when my sister left, she gave me a great hug and kiss, and told me we should call eachother lots. We did, do some calling, but we didn't know how to talk about our sexual intentions toward eachother... I started looking in the city paper for jobs, and found a few to apply for... finally, the last week in september, i got an appointment, and drove all night down to the city where my sister was going to college I met her at her dorm, in the very early morning. She let me sleep on the couch in the student lounge with a sleeping bag, since her roommate was sleeping, and there were rules about visitors in rooms between certain hours of the night. She had to go to class in the morning and I had my appointment. In the afternoon, I met her at her dorm again. her roomate was out. I looked over her very small room, while she excused herself for a minute to do something, I don't remember what.... When she came back i was scared again... i was sitting in her chair with the sleeping bag on my lap. She said something like, "Got a hug for your sister?" and the next thing I knew, the sleeping bag was gone, I was across the room squeezing her, kissing her... She started taking off my clothes, and I helped her take off hers. I remember she was wearing hiking boots, with thick socks, and jeans... She touched my penis. "Can I hold it?" I nodded. we got down onto her bed, and she wrapped her fingers around me. that was the last thing either uf us said for hours. she stretched out her long beautiful body on top of me, I covered her with my hands, trying to touch all of her at once. I was in heaven, and not even a hound of hell could have dragged me away. we devouredeachother's mouths frantically, i felt her beautiful naked body on my own body... my erection pushed up between her legs... and she sank down onto it... When I entered her, slipping between her soft labia, sliding up deep inside her.... it felt better than any dream I'd had about her. It was so unreal feeling, looking up at my beautiful sister, naked, and my penis buried up to the hilt inside her body, hard erect and throbbing inside her. her eyes fluttered closed, and she moved on top of me, forward and back, rubbing herself on me... I came inside her, quickly, it was so exciting. She rubbed back and forth on me fo a minute more, and then, i felt my sister's orgasm, squeezing my softening cock inside her... She collapsed on top of me, and i smelled her hair draped across my face... then we kissed... it was so spectacular to me. Finally, after all these years, i had finally had sex with my sexy sister i had lusted over for so long.

That was our first time. I didn't get that job, but i did get the next one, and moved to an apartment down in the cities. Dad said he'd manage to get along without me on the farm, and my sister moved in with me... not officially, but gradually, spending more and more time at my place, and leaving the dorm room to her roomate. We started having sex twice a day. I bought lots of condoms. When she graduated, she got a job in the cities too, and we started living as husband and wife - after all, we did have the same last names, and for all anybody knew, other than people we knew from growing up and practically never had contact with, we were married.

Dad died about 9 years ago, and mom about 7. My sister and I live as husband and wife, still in love, still having sex regularly, and we have two terrific kids, 2 boys, Eric and Paul. A typical day starts out with her waking up before me, (She always did get up earlier than I did), and groping around in the bed for my penis... since I usually get an erection in my sleep at that time of day, she grabs me and starts rubbing my erection, almost every morning. I'm a very lucky man to have a sister/lover to wake me up in the morning with sex... The kids are usually out in the living room watching cartoons. either she will roll her wonderful body over on top of me, slip me between her legs, and rub me up and down until she is wet, and then slip me inside her, and ride me until we come, or I will roll over, and get between her legs. after sex, we'll go to the bathroom and clean up, (her first) and when I'm in the bathroom, she'll go make breakfast. After I'm ready for work, I'll come help finish breakfast and clean up while she gets ready for work and the kids get ready for school. Night's are much less regulated, we do whatever around the house needs doing, and might have sex several times before falling asleep. My sister is pregnant again.

This time we're hoping for a girl.