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The two most common questions readers email me about "A Summer of Incest" are:
Is the story true? Would you get your brother to tell his side of the story?
I talked to my brother. He read my story and I have gotten him to write his side of the story. I think he has embellished the truth a little. I still think it was more of a unplanned situation that got out of hand and that what I wrote is what really happened. He used a lot of words I wouldn't have used but I haven't changed anything he wrote. Here is what he wrote. C. J.
Let me start by telling you that what my sister said is true. She left out a lot of details that she was, and still is, too naΓ―ve to really understand about men and particularly teenage boys. She is a smart lady but has the "dumb-blond" syndrome when it comes to common sense and men. I think you will understand the story a little better after I tell you what happened.
Its been ten years since Dad had a new pool built in our backyard. He liked to take an early swim when we were on vacations and I think he had gotten to a point in his life that he wanted to have a little luxury at home and he could afford it.
C. J. is a little modest in her writing but she won the "Miss Teenage Houston" contest when she was 17. She got her build and good looks from my mom who still gets comments from guys today. C. J. is a knockout. She was the head Cheerleader and the girl at school that everyone wanted to date. I would overhear guys at school talking about her cute tits or about her perfect ass. I don't think she ever dated a guy more than twice and she was one of those girls that were "saving themselves" for marriage.
She announced at the dinner table one evening that she was going to work on her tan now that we had a pool. When I got home from school, she was always out there sunbathing. She had these bikinis that looked like her tits were going to slip out at any second. Her tits bounced as she walked.
My sister had already begun getting a tan when one day I came home and looked out the window and there she was with her snow-white tities exposed. I sat down next to the window and watched. Her tits weren't as big as they are now but all of the brown area of her nipples stuck out and above the rest of her boobs. They are about the size of a fifty-cent piece. Her nipples don't stick out like that now but her tits are bigger than they were then. Believe me, she had fine tits then and still does. Anyway, I saw her look at her watch and put her top back on. It was then I realized I needed to try to get home earlier every day so I could see her sunning her boobs.
After that, I would get home and sneak into the house and look out the window. After about 3 days of no luck, there she was with her tits out again. On some afternoons, I would jerk-off while watching her showing off her tits. I loved to see her move or just turn over. I started wanting more. I would go to her bedroom and look for the panties she had worn that day. I did different things from day to day. I sniffed them, I tasted them, I rubbed my dick with them, and I would wear them while jerking-off and watching her through the window. She would lie there and read. Sometimes she would scratch a nipple as if it had something bothering it. After I would shoot my load into her panties, I would put my swimsuit on and go out and join her by the pool. I wanted her to believe I had just gotten home and changed.
One day I got home and wasn't thinking and just walked out the back door. Her tits were in plain view. I figured I had screwed the whole deal up. I pretended that I didn't see her and jumped in the pool. The next time I looked toward her, she had her top back on. The next day, I got home really early and there she was again. Thank goodness, she was still showing her tits and I hadn't fucked it all up.
A few days later, I couldn't keep my mouth shut and told her that we were more than brother and sister and that I wouldn't look at me if she wanted to go topless. Girls like to hear that kind of shit. I think she just laughed at me and gave me sort of a "nice try idiot" look.
Things were still going well. I would get home and jerk-off while watching her. I found her bra and panties one day put her bra on too. She was wearing a 34c. The last time I wore one of her bras, she was a "b". I couldn't ever hook them in the back but it made me horny wearing them just the same.
I was shocked one day when she asked me to unhook her top so she could get a little sun on her back. I had no trouble undoing her with one hand. She laid face down but she didn't have any tan line from the bra. She started letting me unhook her every day and I would get a glimpse of her tits while sitting behind her. My dick would get so hard I wanted it to just explode. She would rise up from the lounge chair and those tits hung so low and her nipples would be touching the cushion.