Sandy Stephan
Sister's Incest Secrets
CHAPTER ONE
The train was far from full. I sat by the window, a blanket over my knees to keep the chill off, and my bags were stacked up on the seat beside me. That was to keep strangers at bay. I had to get things straight in my mind. Going home for the first time in a year was hard enough, but to go back for the first time since The Incident, that was something else again! I'd just turned fifteen when Dad had found me in bed with my brother Bob. The next day Dad had made the arrangements and Bob and I had been separated without further ado. How would he feel about me now? And would Dad still hold it against me? I hoped not. If he did I'd have to go back to that rotten boarding school to spend another year away from my beautiful brother.
The mesmerizing, regular sound of the train wheels clacking along the track established a peculiar rhythm in my mind, one that caused me to relive that fateful night in vivid detail. It felt as though it was happening all over again… perhaps I was dozing a little or perhaps I'd thought about it so often that the incident had turned into a well-known play, one with which I titillated myself in spare moments. And, as usual, while the story ran through my head, my hand crept down between my legs to give my pussy the moral support it needed.
Bob and I had always been close; ever since I can remember he took care of me, helped me with my schoolwork, taught me how to ride a bike and a horse and all the other skills that big brothers know so well. He would be eighteen soon. Had he changed? No matter what had happened to him he'd always be the same to me. I could trust Bob, and he understood me as well as I did. For years our love had been pure, innocent, as brotherly and sisterly love is supposed to be. But as my breasts budded and his voice broke and deepened numerous other changes began to take place. Of course I wasn't aware of them at first. Bob's sudden interest in my body was just another game to me.
My fifteenth birthday was the watershed between innocence and bliss. For some weeks prior to that event my body had been reacting quite strongly to Bob. He'd taken to touching me now and then, very off-hand but always accurate. His hand would slide along the pert slope of my breasts or he would rest his hand on the full curve of my buttocks, touch my inner thigh, each time making it look as though it was accidental because he was afraid of consequences. That's what he told me later. He thought I might tell mother or something. Those brief caresses of his had an increasing impact on me. I suppose my body was developing very rapidly at that time, with all the sensory equipment going into action. Whatever the reason, I loved his touches and began to wonder if there wasn't a way to get more of them.
The party thrown for my birthday was small, family only. My father, that pillar of righteousness and industry, tried to unbend a little by putting on a party hat. My mother, sensual of body but barren of mind, sat next to him and had one drink too many in honor of my birthday. Elaine, the youngest, sat on one side of me and Nora, the oldest, on the other. Bob faced us, drinking his beer with a manly flourish. He was now allowed to drink and I'm afraid he overdid it a little.
Much later in the evening when our folks had retired into the wonderful world of television, and Nora and Elaine had gone up to their respective rooms, Bob and I sat on the porch and gazed into the dark night. He was very loose-tongued for once, talking about all sorts of things, none of which interested me. But then he said something that made me prick my ears up.
“I've got to tell you, Kathy, that you're my favorite sister. In fact I think I love you more than a brother should. Did you know I have dreams about you? It's true… yes sir, it sure is true.” He lapsed into a moody silence suddenly, nodding to himself and staring straight ahead. I didn't know what he was talking about, at least not with my mind. But my heart took an abrupt leap as if my instincts knew only too well what he meant.
“Yeah, I dream about you all the time,” he went on, still avoiding my eyes. “They're beautiful dreams, Kathy. When I wake up I just want to crawl right back into them. Because they can never come true.”
“Why not?” I asked in a voice that was just a little too high.
“Because,” he said.
“Because what? I don't understand you, Bob, there's nothing that's impossible between us two. I love you, you know that. So how could you say they'll never come true.”
“You're too young to understand, that's the trouble.” Now he looked at me and there was a flash of anger in his eyes. “Young and silly, that's you, Kathy.” With that he stood up and stormed off. I followed him to try and cheer him up, but he locked his bedroom door and refused to answer my pleas.
Several days went by without him saying so much as a word to me. Then, just as I thought our love was over for good, he came to me. It was after midnight. My windows were wide open and only a sheet covered my naked body. It was so hot out. A creaking sound outside my bedroom door woke me out of a shallow doze. Before I could say anything Bob was inside. He closed the door behind him and padded towards me on his bare feet. In the weak light of the street lamp I could make out his strong torso. He was naked to the waist and the light threw his abdominal muscles into dark relief. I'd seen him before so often and his shape was as familiar to me as my own. But now his broad shoulders and slender hips thrilled me in a most unusual way.
“Are you asleep, Kathy?” he whispered.
“No-do you want to talk awhile?”
“Yeah, move over.” I made room for him, glad to have him with me. He lay close up against me in spite of the heat of the night. I smelled his manly odor with special relish. The tartness of his armpits and his sweat, the hardness of his body, and his nearness blended together into an intoxicating brew. I felt myself beginning to sweat between my legs. At least, I assumed it was sweat.
“I'm sorry about the way I snapped at you the other night,” he began. “You confuse me sometimes. I want to love you and I end up yelling at you. That's not right. That's why I'm here, Kathy, I have to confess everything to you… I don't know how to say it but I'll try, okay?”
“Okay, Bob.” I could make out his face clearly now. His dark eyes were concealed by shadows but I could tell by the way he was biting his bottom lip that he was very nervous. I longed to reach out, to caress his face and reassure him. He could do anything with me! He had no need to worry.
“I… well…” He hesitated for a moment, shrugged, and resolutely placed his hands on my breasts. “That's what I want to do, Kathy, I want to touch you all over and make love to you. You've been driving me crazy for weeks now and I can't take it any longer. I love you and I have to show it.”
I didn't know what to say. The sheet was caught up between his hand and my tits so that it didn't feel like anything in particular. What was the big deal, I wondered. He could touch my body if that's what he wanted. “Go ahead, Bob,” I said with a shrug. “H that's all you want I don't see any problem.”
“You don't understand!” He sounded frustrated but he didn't say any more about it. Instead he reefed the sheet off the bed and began to kiss me furiously. His wet tips slithered along my face, mouth, neck and breasts, a weird sensation that left me quite cold. Now his hands crawled all over me, touching and squeezing; and the more frantic he became, the colder I turned.
“How can I make you see!” he groaned under his breath without pausing for a moment. “I want to give you pleasure, to love you and to make you love me! Don't you like what I'm doing to you?”
By now I was so confused that I didn't know what to do. It felt as though my emotions were going one way and my mind another. I wanted to please him too. His happiness had always been important to me. But this situation stymied me. In the end I took refuge in complete inaction. I just lay there as he continued to caress my body and kiss me all over.
Apparently I'd done the right thing, unwittingly. Now that I had relieved myself of all responsibility, his lovemaking began to get through to me. A soft moan escaped my lips. Bob paused for a moment to look me in the eyes. And when he saw the expression there he smiled faintly and returned to his work. This time he was gentler, more specific. Instead of racing around my body like a tourist who's only got three days to see the whole of Europe, he now began to visit each part of my anatomy at his leisure, exploring it thoroughly.
My tits seemed to fascinate him. Even though they were quite small he devoted a great deal of love to each
