Sometimes it seems to me that those people who write stories about incestuous families have never lived in one; being like the guys who write mind-control stories... just writing fantasies about what they WISH such a life would be.

While I shared a bedroom (and yes a bed) with my big sister Karen from the time I stopped wetting the bed and left the crib, until she got married when I was 18, and she was 20, it wasn't like those stories at all.

To hear those guys tell it, if you're sleeping with and having sex with your own sister, life is just one big long happy orgy. Har har.

Well, maybe it is for them; but it wasn't that way for me.

For the first 10 years of my life I never even noticed anything different about my sister... except the fact that she was a GIRL, and an older sister at that; and thus more of somebody to fight with and be annoyed for trying to boss me around, than any wet-dream. I understand that our relationship was just what you'd expect from any normal brother and older sister; with fights and warm family loving interspersed with just plain boring living.

Sex? It was never mentioned. The only effect that sleeping with my sister had, was giving me somebody warm to cuddle up to on cold nights, and somebody to fight for the blankets with when one or the other of us stole all of them during the night. I doubt there was anything different between the two of us than if we had been two brothers or two sisters sleeping in the same bed instead of an older sister and (to her mind) bratty little brother. Even the fact that we slept naked together wasn't even noticed until a little after my 10th birthday. So we saw each other naked every day... so what?

I never got turned-on by seeing Karen naked; and I'm certain she never saw me as a possible sex-partner either. At least, not at first, when she started getting interested in sex.

As I said, the first time I remember anything even remotely sexual between the two of us was just shortly after my 10th birthday. Mom and Dad had just given us both the usual talk about sex, and how "someday" we would do it, interspersed with warnings about "bad touch" and getting molested, and how one day Karen would start having periods, and other things like that. Boring stuff; but our parents wanted us to know and be prepared for when we had our first sexual encounter, and not be hurt by somebody taking advantage of either of us.

Karen and I managed somehow to listen gravely to this boring lecture that Dad repeated almost every year; and that we'd heard all about in sex-education classes anyway. Oh right... "Human sexuality and reproduction" classes. They couldn't say "sex" outright. <Giggle.>

Karen and I fidgeted through the whole lecture; but managed somehow to stay awake until Dad asked if we understood.

I don't know if it was Karen or I who nodded and asked with a sigh, "Yes, Dad. Can we go now?" Both my big sister and I were far more interested in getting back to whatever it was we were doing, than in dry descriptions of how a man's penis went into a woman's vagina, and how babies were made. Big deal. So a man stuck his penis in a girl and squirted sperm inside her, and 9 months later they had a baby. So what?

If it seems that my sister and I weren't paying attention to what Dad told us, then I guess I've given the wrong impression. We paid attention all right; but the information wasn't new, and didn't interest us much.

That night though, as Karen flipped back the covers to climb in bed with me, she looked at the half-hard semi-erection I had gotten from the stimulation of having the covers rubbing against my bare "pee-wee", and giggled.

"So that's the thing that makes babies," she snickered; giving it a flip with her finger.

"Yeah," I said; giggling myself. I reached down and waved it a little; not really jacking off, but more just playing with it. "I guess so," I added.

We both giggled again, and turned over to go to sleep.

That night it took about 10 minutes for me to fall asleep after Karen did, as the feel of her soft skin rubbing against my half-hard peter almost made it ache for a while. It wasn't until over 3 years later that I fully realized just what my body had wanted, even then at only 10 years old.

It was about a year later that Karen started dating; and probably 6 months after that when I figure she first lost her virginity to Marvin. Two weeks after her first real sex, I ended up cuddled up next to my big sister, while she sobbed endlessly on my shoulders. It seems the clod only wanted to get in Karen's pants and be the one to take her virginity. After that, he told her to get lost... he wasn't dating no babies; and certainly not going stead with a girl two years younger than he was. He wanted a real WOMAN, not a kid! Shit... if I had been a little older, I would have killed him for treating my big sister like that. As it was, the older jock scared me half to death. The funny thing was, about 5 years later Marvin put the make on my big sister... with the body she had developed by then, he sure didn't see anything wrong with her. About a week after that, Karen finally got her revenge for what he did when she was 13. But that's HER story; and I'm not going to spoil the telling of it for her. Suffice to say that the jock never was able to look my big sister in the eye after that; seeming almost scared to be in the same room with her (which I guess you might say he was... he certainly had reason to be). But, as I said before, that's my sister's story to tell... if she ever wants to.

After losing her virginity, I think it took almost a year before Karen was having regular sex with whoever it was she was going out with. For sure she was a changed girl; from being infatuated with one guy, my big sister had a regular array of boys parading in and out of the house (and yes, our bedroom too).

A couple of times Karen even shooed me out of our bedroom for up to an hour, while she and whichever one of the guys she was dating kept the door closed... sometimes for up to an hour. I don't think they were just kissing and cuddling either.

No, I never peeked on Karen, or ratted on her to our parents about what she and her boyfriends were doing in our room. While Karen and I had our ins and outs, we both respected each other's privacy when the other one asked for it... which wasn't very often. Once when she caught Danny and me jacking off... but that's another story too.

So, no. I didn't get my big sister's "cherry" and she didn't get mine. Well, not exactly anyway. I had just managed to get my swollen peter in the tight little slit of one of the Garson twins, when we heard their parents coming back. After that time, both girls never would let me go further than feeling up under their dresses, with my hands OUTSIDE their panties. Just about the time it looked like I might "score" for real, the Garson's moved away; and I never did get to find out what it would be like to fuck the twins.

If you don't count that, where I barely got it in, and never came (neither did the girl) I was still a virgin almost two years later when Karen DID get my virginity.

Except for that abortive attempt where (I think it was Eileen, not Elaine) got my "cherry" in that abortive attempt a fucking, with her "big" sister watching and giggling, waiting "her turn" which she never got, I was essentially a virgin almost a year later... having never finished by having a climax while fucking (or any other way, for that matter)... Oh I'd had hand- jobs and masturbated more times than I could tell... but no real sex, and no climax. Not even oral or anal sex. But I WAS starting to get incredibly horny. Up to then, I'd never had a climax (though I had a vague idea what it was). No, not even in my own hand. While I HAD masturbated several times, it was not to orgasm (not even knowing what that was completely); just using my hand to stimulate myself until I was satisfied without ever cumming.

I guess the stimulation of my hand just wasn't as satisfying as the inside of a girl's vagina. Or maybe I just wasn't ready yet... horny as I was getting.

Strangely enough, neither my sister nor I even thought about "using" each other to scratch the itch between our legs; even though we had several conversations about the girls I was going with, and the guys my sister was dating. I guess when you live (and sleep) with your sister all your life, you just don't SEE her as a possible sex-partner.

Until one night when Karen was between boyfriends, and I rolled over next to her with a hard-on. I never asked my sister if I could fuck her, or stick my swollen prick up inside her slippery tunnel, and neither did she; but within seconds we were fucking as if we had been doing it for years, and when I came in thick satisfying spurts of cum inside my own sister, I had finally truly lost my hated virginity.

I felt the incredibly satisfying surge of release, as my prostate emptied itself into my sister. The fantastic pleasure of feeling thick liquid waves of emission rippling through my penis for the first time, was something I'll never forget. I'm probably the only man in the world who had his first orgasm in his own sister, at the same time he lost his virginity.

Well... thinking about what happened today... maybe the first of only two people who ever did that. Yes, I had my first climax ever, the first time I fucked anybody properly; and the fact that it was Karen who relieved me of my hated virginity at the same time I "got off" for the first time, will make me forever grateful to her. Yes, I mean it. Before that night I had never ejaculated. Oh I had masturbated numerous, seemingly countless times before... only I had never actually climaxed... in my hand or otherwise. After that though, I never wanted sex without doing it; and during the times Karen and I had sex, I almost never did have to do without. I love my sister. Oh not as a lover or wife... we never truly were lovers in THAT sense, even though we had sex almost every other night (and sometimes far more often). No, the sex was far more a brother/sister thing, where Karen "helped out" her horny little brother when he needed sex, while I similarly helped my big sister out when one of her dates went sour, or she just happened to be feeling particularly horny. It wasn't a torrid love-affair like Karen has with her husband, or that I now have with my wife, but just two siblings who were willing to relieve the sexual frustrations of the other; more like friends looking out for each other than two frantically rutting teenagers in love.

Oh we did our share of rutting... some weekends going four or even five times without even getting out of bed. It's just that we did it for fun, and because we liked each other, not because we felt any incredible need for each other's company like I do with my wife. Sex was just something we did when either of us needed it; not something that tied us together like lovers, or husband and wife. It wasn't until I had my first real girlfriend that I knew what sexual-love was, versus the friendly sibling- love that Karen and I shared. Strangely, for all that, I never did get in... what was her name?... Joanie's tight little panties, though we felt and held and kissed each other enough. In fact, it wasn't until my third girlfriend that I actually fucked anybody besides my own sister... and then it was a "big deal" sort of thing. By the time I met Linda however, I was getting sex regularly from almost every girl I dated; and she was no different in THAT matter; though she was far different in others. Sex was (and is) fun with Linda; but it's HER that turns mere sex and/or cuddling into loving and caring. Thank you Karen again, for teaching me the difference between having sex and love. Having sex is fun. Having sex is even wonderful. The worst sex I ever had was better than the best of times when I didn't have sex.

Only sex isn't love. While I would miss having sex terribly, it's nothing to the grief and loss I'd feel if I didn't have my wife to cuddle up to whenever I needed it. Sleeping with Linda, even when we don't have sex, is the one thing that makes life really not just bearable, but worth while. Add to that two lovely kids that are part and parcel of both of us, and being married to someone like Linda is what life is for.

I like my big sister, and would probably do anything for her that I could. I love my wife though; and would gladly put my life in jeopardy to protect her from any pain.

My sister taught me about sex and love between siblings, while my wife taught me what true passionate erotic lovers are. Thank you Linda, and thank you Karen for showing me both and the difference between them.

I remember saying, "Thanks Sis," to Karen, and her replying something like "Thank YOU, Little Brother," before we both turned over and went to sleep with my big sister's hand wrapped around my slowly wilting prick; both of us ignoring the thick white cum dribbling out of the tip and oozing from her vagina in matching drools.

After that, it was about every two or three days we had sex. Neither one of us ever asked the other if we could; we just DID it. It was always obvious that I wanted it each time (from my erection) and Karen seemed to be as eager as I was. I certainly never had the slightest difficulty getting inside her from either her objecting, or even lack of lubrication on her part.

No, having sex with my sister was NOT one big family orgy, either. For one thing, it was only her and me. While now I wonder about Dad and Mom putting their two kids of opposite-sex in the same bed, naked, from the time they were toddlers, neither parent has expressed the slightest interest in molesting either of us... or even in what we did in that bed over those years together.

As I said, it was NOT one big orgy, even for the two of us. About every two days or so my big sister would relieve my aching balls; while I would scratch the itch my big sister had when SHE got horny without a current boyfriend. Oh, ONCE in a while we got carried away. I remember one weekend I fucked Karen almost 6 times; starting with two go-arounds in the morning; and finishing with me ejaculating inside her without pulling out after squirting inside her 10 minutes earlier, at about 7:00 PM that night.

But occasions like that were RARE indeed. Mostly we just relieved the sexual tension the other felt, whenever either of us needed it. After getting laid (properly) for the first time, suddenly it wasn't all that hard for me to get girlfriends any more; and by the time my birthday rolled around I was getting laid almost as often as my big sister was. After a while we started comparing notes on sexual techniques; with me getting big laughs sometimes as my sister showed me what SOME kids thought were advanced techniques in lovemaking. <Giggle.> We had fun.

And that was all it mainly was... fun. Karen and I never "fell in love" with each other... we were just convenient bodies to use when one or the other of us needed to get laid. Never once did my sister turn me down after that first time; and never once did I even think of refusing her when she needed it. As for what we did... it was just fuck; nothing fancy. No anal sex, no blow-jobs or cunnilingus (except once or twice when demonstrating what either one of the girls, or one of Karen's boyfriends had taught us).

We didn't even kiss until almost a year after we started having sex together (outside of normal brother/sister kisses) until Karen decided to practice kissing (using her tongue) with me one time.

I KNOW our parents knew what was going on between us, but Mom and Dad never said a word... not even when they saw us both in bed, naked as the day we were born, fucking "missionary" style, with the door wide open. And strangely, we never felt the slightest inclination to hide what we were doing from them.

Years later I asked Mom why she and Dad never said a word when they saw me having full unprotected vaginal intercourse with my own sister. Why they at least hadn't put Karen on the pill, or made me use prophylactics when we had sex together.