Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
After an overwhelming response from my first two stories, especially Mother and Son which has attracted over 350,000 readers; I have decided to open up and reveal my first incestuous experience. Reflecting back over the years, there is no doubt that what happened between my brother and I planted the seeds for the present day. I would like to share these experiences with you all.
I was born back in January of 1964 and lived outside a small country town in Victoria, a township called Yallourn North. My earliest recollections of my life go back to when I was four or five years old. These memories and flashbacks go through my upbringing, schooling, moving to Melbourne and ultimately to New South Wales where I met my husband in the army. This story is a combination of reflections and memoires over a 15 year period from 1968 to 1983. Unlike the great movie, Summer of ’42
, this is the Summer of ’82.
I can clearly recall the old farm that we lived on. The rent was free in exchange for the upkeep and minding of the place, which made it quite attractive for mum and dad. We had a cow to milk, some chooks, dogs, cats and two horses. There was electricity to the place, but there were no water mains or flushing toilets. The house was a two-bedroom bungalow type building, with a kitchen, lounge and bathroom. The laundry was in a shed outside and the toilet was an outhouse with a septic tank. Fresh water was limited and supplied from rainwater gathered in a large tank. There was also a dam in the paddock for general watering purposes of stock and a small vegetable garden. The dam also doubled up as a swimming hole in the summer months.
I have an older brother, Stephen, who is 16 months older than me. Being a two-bedroom house, we had to share the same bedroom; He had a double bed and I slept in a single bed. I can still recall every night after dinner, mum or dad would put us in the bath together where we would play and splash water everywhere. What we never washed ourselves, mum or dad washed afterwards. In the evening, we would watch black and white television before going to bed. Bathing together and dressing and undressing together was a normal everyday practice as we shared the same bedroom. I guess, even to this day, this is the reason why I have no inhibitions; and why I have never been ashamed of my body.
Steve and I both went to the Yallourn kindergarten, then the Yallourn Primary School, followed by the Yallourn High School until it closed in 1977 when I was in year 8. When the town was dug up for the brown coal, we finished our schooling at the Newborough High School. At this stage I was 13 years old and Steve was 15 years old.
There was nothing ever sexual between us, not even a hint of it at this stage in our lives. Nothing happened that shouldn’t have. In the winter, I can recall times of heavy rain on the tin roof we had, as well as thunderstorms near summer with hail. I was always scared of the lightning and thunder, and on those nights I always crept into Steve’s bed for comfort. Apart from that, like any brother and sister, we would play together on the double bed every morning before breakfast and before going to bed at night.
The next three years passed pretty uneventfully. I had just turned 16 during the school holidays before commencing year 11 at high school. Steve had completed his high school and about to start university at the Gippsland Institute of Advanced Education. After having a bath one night we got dressed in nightclothes, played a game of monopoly and went to bed. Before putting the bedside light out, I had been reading my favourite book, JRR Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings
. Steve was lying back in bed with a sheet over him and he asked me to get out of bed and stand at the end of his bed.
“Tracey, can you please stand over here for me?” he said, pointing to the end of the bed. Without giving it a second thought, I did as he asked.
“Tracey, take your nightie off please and stand here.”
I thought he was playing a game so I played along with him.
“Tracey, take your panties off, I want to look at your tits and your pussy.”
Quite bemused, I obeyed again to his desires.
“Just stand there for a few minutes, Tracey,” was his comment.
Unabashedly naked, I looked at him, smiling, not knowing what to expect next. Looking down at the bed, I noticed that Steve’s sheet was still pulled up to his neck, but there was obvious movement beneath the sheets. I could hear his breathing becoming a little more rapid, his face was beginning to redden.
“What are you doing Stephen?” I innocently asked.
“Nothing Tracey, just looking at you,” was his reply.
Shortly after that, the movement of the sheet stopped and he gave out a deep sigh, before asking me to turn out the light and go to sleep.
Bewildered, I turned off the lights and we both went to sleep. The previous procedure happened again the next night. I knew something funny was going on but I didn’t know what. After the movement stopped and the gasp came out, instead of turning off the light, I tore off his top sheet. To my amazement, Stephen was naked under the sheet, his penis was big and hard, and he had all this gooey white stuff on his chest and tummy. I learned later on, that he had been shown how to masturbate by one of his classmates while at high school. This was a real eye opener for me as I had never seen cum before in my life.
On commencing year 12 in February 1980, a few of the other girls in my class talked about masturbation and what they did. I told them that my brother rubs himself until something comes out of his penis. They laughed and told me he is just jacking off. It was then that I started to masturbate myself and discover the pleasures that it gave. I guess it was just a part of growing up and discovering things for oneself.
The next time he wanted to go through his ritual before going to sleep, instead of standing naked at the end of the bed for him, I took off the top sheet revealing his engorged cock in his hand. I sat down on the bed beside him and asked him to jack off and that I wanted to see him cum. Although sheepish, bordering on embarrassment, Steve proceeded to jack off and squirt his cum over his tummy and chest.
I can still remember looking in absolute amazement as the ropes of cum were shooting out. The first two squirts were the most powerful, with each ensuing ejaculation diminishing in power to a dribble. Fascinated, I leant over and touched his cum to see what it felt like. It was creamy white, sticky but slippery, and it resembled hair conditioner that I used in the bath. The most amazing thing for me was that three minutes later it had all dissolved into a runny, water like substance.
During 1980, we got a bit more eventful. When alone at night or at weekends we would masturbate together and even started to masturbate one another. I loved the feel of his cock in my hand. It gave me a feeling of power as I was able to make him cum whenever I wanted to. Steve would rub my breasts or finger my pussy as I relieved his tensions by depositing his load wherever it landed. I masturbated quite regularly, learning from other classmates, and progressed to using the handle of my hairbrush which was about the same thickness and shape as a cock.
After completing my HSC or matriculation in 1981, dad got a much better job down in Melbourne. In early ’82, the Summer of’82, we all moved down to Melbourne, leaving the wonderful memories of country Victoria behind. Childhood memories, memories of growing up, developing into womanhood, and memories of all my friends at the time. Dad had rented a three-bedroom apartment in the trendy, inner city suburb of South Yarra. I now had my own bedroom to myself which seemed so strange after all those years sharing with my brother. Better still, we had running water, a shower and a flushing toilet.
Steve and I still had some time to keep up masturbating each other. I was 18 now and fully developed with B-cup breasts and a thick bushy pussy.
Several months later, mum and dad were invited to some of dad’s work friends place for a party one Saturday night. This left Steve and I alone together for the night. We had been watching television when Steve said that he was given a VHS movie to watch from a school friend of his. Steve was now completing his Engineering degree at the Melbourne University. The VHS movie was called Debbie Does Dallas
. I had no idea what to expect.
The movie was a real porn movie, something I had never seen before. There was real fucking, oral sex, everything you could imagine. I had never once thought before about putting a cock in my mouth, never mind swallowing it as well. I was sitting beside Steve on the couch whose eyes were glued to the television screen. I have to admit that I was feeling vey horny and started to rub myself through my shorts. Steve was obviously getting hard too as there was a bulge in his jeans.
Without even thinking, I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his throbbing cock. Unrestrained, it unfolded into six inches of hard pliable flesh. Hardening still further in my hands, I bent over and licked around the head of his uncircumcised cock. Getting off the couch I pulled off his jeans and underpants and knelt before him on the floor. I went down on him again, licking his cock, flicking my tongue around the bulbous knob at the end. Becoming more adventuresome, I slowly lowered my lips and mouth over his cock and engulfed it inch by inch. I started gagging and eased off a bit. Finding what was comfortable for me, I started on what I now know as a blow job.
Steve was excited, too excited, and suddenly pushed my face back, let out a groan and spewed his cum over my face. We looked at each other in surprise, disbelief and burst out giggling.
We then went back to watching Debbie Does Dallas
as Steve recovered from his loss of semen. I loved the end bit when Debbie was fucked by Mister Greenfield who had an amazing cock. At that instant in time I was wondering what it would be like to have a cock deep inside me, filling my pussy with white hot cum. My mind and senses were going crazy.
“Steve, I got a real wild idea. Do you want to try something new?” I stammered out to Steve.
“What’s that? What idea have you got now, Tracey?
“Let’s go to the bedroom and try something out Steve...”
“Like what, Tracey?”
“Follow me to the bedroom and find out,” I cried.
I led Steve to my bedroom (the double bed is mine now) and disrobed. Steve was already naked.
“I want you to fuck me like Mister Greenfield did to Debbie. Please, please, please say yes Steve.”
Steve needed no convincing. He was hot and horny and the fact that we were brother and sister played no part of the equation. I went down on Steve again with a blowjob to get him hard while he was fingering me. I was already moist from watching the movie and rubbing myself. Lying on my back I told Steve to get on top and put his cock inside me. It was both our first time and there was a bit of fumbling to find the hole and get the alignment right. I could finally feel him inside.
“Push, push, Steve. Go in and out like in the movie. But when you know you are going to cum make sure you pull out.”
Being over excited, Steve only gave about five or six pushes until he pulled out and cum shot all over my tummy. We lay there together, embraced, smiled and kissed each other. Within 20 minutes Steve was ready to go again. This time he lasted around two or three minutes before cumming again. This incestuous relationship lasted for around 12 months. By then we were quite good at it whenever we got the chance to be together.
In early 1983 I applied for a job at the army barracks near Singleton in NSW as an office worker. I got the job and started up there a month later, leaving mum, dad and Steve back in Victoria.
It was soon after arriving there that I dated a guy who was doing army training there. The date turned out to be catastrophic as he threw up all over me in the back of a car after a party. Who could ever forget an experience like that? Having ditched him immediately, I soon dated Shaun, a young officer at the barracks. We soon got engaged and we were married 12 months later in 1984. In 1985, our son Harrison was born.
For all you readers who have read my first two stories, you are well aware of my relationship with Harry. So Harry was not my first journey into incest, but like with my brother Steve, nothing was planned. Now that I have met up with a lesbian couple through Lush, and they are coming down to stay with us for two weeks next month, I am sure I will have other stories to tell.
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