Chapter 2

This may seem to be repetitive and I probably should have done this first, but please allow me some room to recollect my thoughts by going over in my own mind what led me to where my little sister, Sandra, and I ended up in a one on one relationship that extended beyond just 'fooling around'. I had not intended for this to happen. It was supposed to be a continuation of the sibling experimentation as with Janine. But I was the older one this time. I know, for adults three years age difference does not seem like much, but we were still kids.

The story left off when my little sister, Sandra, and I were left to our own devices after the departure of Kelly and Janine. Aunt Kelly was out of college and on her own. Janine had been graduated from high school and had gotten married shortly thereafter. It was right after WWII which saw the economy open up after years of war production, rationing, and limited goods even if people had the money to pay for them.

It had all started with my interaction with Kelly as a little boy. She was the catalyst for my introduction to sex at such a young age. Only four or so years older than I, the difference was a chasm then. As you may recall, an older sister, Janine, had chanced to come into Kelly's room while she was rubbing my penis. That led to Janine getting involved in our escapades. It became a threesome after that.

After Kelly left for college, Janine and I continued our liaisons in her room until my parents moved in one of the little sisters, Sandra, to share her room. That caused us to resort to the barn or a field to continue our sex games. As I explained before, this was nothing but taking advantage of the fact and convenience of doing naughty things together. Janine was three years older than I so she sort of took charge after Aunt Kelly left. Let me just say that we were sharing each other's genitals in every way possible, and knew that secrecy was the key to continued pleasure.

Neither Janine nor I considered what we were doing as more than a way to have the most desirable fun we had ever discovered. We knew it was naughty, but never contemplated it as incest. We didn't even know the word. She was insatiable about having my penis in her while she had an orgasm, saying it seemed to prolong it.

Sandra's living in her room curtailed our liaisons to such a degree that she figured out a way to resume more frequent activity after she walked in on Sandra masturbating. Sandra was only 10 or 11 at the time, but was a big girl as were all my sisters. Without repeating the way Janine did it, Sandra became a participant in our sex games. Later on in life, I learned that all my little sisters looked up to me, but Sandra practically worshiped me. Now I know why she was so willing and anxious to get involved the night Janine invited me over to their room.

That was the night I became an addict of smooth, bare pussies. Janine's was very dark and hairy at 16; the comparison with Sandra's converted me forever. At 13, I was already used to doing both Janine and Kelly in one session so when it became apparent that Sandra was going to be closed mouth about our doings, I simply took things in stead. However, the idea of doing this with one of my little sisters whom I had never looked upon sexually was a new wrinkle.

When Janine departed our 'club', I think I was a sophomore and Sandra was in 8th grade. We had been doing it since she was just over 10 years old. It was during the time Janine was with us, however, that I realized that Sandra was emotionally involved if only from a puppy love angle. It took me a while to recognize that I was taking advantage of her since she would do anything I wanted. She didn't care if she had an orgasm as long as I seemed to be satisfied.

The relationship between me and Janine had been strictly sexual. It was Sandra who introduced me to the French kiss. Anyway, as I've already said in the previous story, I began to get emotionally involved with Sandra. Instead of a quickie for me in the barn or wherever, I began to reciprocate and always made sure she had an orgasm even if I didn't. That led to her loving me even more. We became secret boyfriend/girlfriend. Even if we didn't fathom the sin of incest, we knew a brother and sister could not be boyfriend/girlfriend or even marry. We also knew that fucking was restricted to married people, so were very aware of our bad ways.

If you can believe this, we knew our parents would be shocked to kingdom come if they were to find out what we were doing, but we didn't think it was because we were siblings but because of our ages and that it was outside marriage. Somehow, we didn't relate the idea that we couldn't get married as brother and sister to the foreign idea of incest. All we knew was that by cooperating with each other, we had the most convenient access to the greatest physical delights known to humankind.

It was a gradual realization that I wanted to spend as much time with Sandra as possible without generating any suspicions. It didn't even have to be a sexual liaison. We had become more familiar with each other's body than had been the case with the other two girls and me. If we were all stuffed in the back seat of the car at night, she would manage to sit on my lap, and I would finger her pussy all the way home. She would hike the back of her dress up so it was fairly easy in the dark. After she got older, she kept it shaved just for me.

Anyway, after I left for college, our liaisons were few and far between. I couldn't write anything compromising to her, but she was not so restricted. I got some really hot letters describing what she was going to do to me the next time we got together. After reading the letters several times, I destroyed them. Of course, by this time, we were both fully aware that this was incest and something society simply did not tolerate. By this time, we were in love with each other, and as they say, it was too late. We would resume everything during holidays and summer vacations.

She had already hatched a plan for her to go to the same university, and if possible, talk our parents into letting her and me get a small apartment together to save money. To them, it did seem like a good idea, so the summer after she got her diploma, she and I looked for a cheap apartment near the university. There were lots of such places since there were still lots of older, married guys going to school on the G.I. Bill. We found a furnished one within walking distance for $50 per month. That was cheaper than paying $40 each for separate rooms.

Our parents would not approve this until they saw the apartment. It had only one bedroom, so Sandra and I discussed how we would work the sleeping arrangements to satisfy our parents. There was a pull out sofa in the only other room (there was a little kitchenette at one end plus a bathroom off the bedroom). We decided we could tell our parents that we would take turns with Sandra using the bed one week with me using the sofa, and then switch the next week. When our parents saw the apartment, they reluctantly agreed. The two of us were really happy.

As a freshman (I was a junior), Sandra had to start early for orientation week. Our parents decided that it was not a good idea for her to be there by herself, so insisted that I go with her. Is there a Heaven?

I had little to do while Sandra was at the university each day, so cooked meals and waited. These were not full days for her, so she would be home early. We wasted no time. She was hardly in the door before we found ourselves in bed going at it. We didn't bother with clothes since we would fuck, have a meal, then go back to bed again.

The bathroom was a big one with a tub. One could take a shower in it as well so there were shower curtains around it. We bathed and showered together, washing each other. Inevitably, this led to making love in the bathtub almost every time. We not only did it on the bed and in the bathtub, but on the sofa, the floor, and the kitchen table. There just weren't any constraints. Initially, we would wake each other up at night and fuck. With so much sex, we constantly had to open the windows to air out the apartment. It smelled like a cat house.