No 9"+, no 38DDDD, no ANAL or other cruelty.
Not a lot of sexual detail either. So no complaints please.
Censors attention. all are 30+
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My name is Ed and the encounter that I will get around to relating to you happened when we were in our late thirty's. Dan, my sister Bonnie's dead husband had been best my friend since Bonnie brought him home to meet the family.
(For Bonnie and Dan's story see. 'BWT (Boating with Bonnie)'
Meanwhile I was dating a girl named Rita and we fell in love. We four began double dating and taking trips together and became close. Time passed and than came the day that we had a double wedding followed by a double honeymoon.
By then we were so used to each other that we spent a few nights in one room as we all screwed our brains out on adjacent beds. That implies much more than there was to it. There was of course some kidding about trying out each others spouse but that was all in fun. At least it was at that moment. Usually that was laughed off as Bonnie or I would say. "I'd love if she (he) weren't my sister (brother)."
Of course that was true and that truth had usually kept things cool between Bonnie and I. There had been a couple of 'moments' however.
For instance we had masturbated together a few times until we almost got caught. Another time we teased each other into a very hot necking and petting session. That might have led to our both loosing our virginity. Fortunately or unfortunately it ended by us almost getting caught again.
After that we kept things cool by acknowledging our mutual attraction but considering that acting upon it was not worth the problems. I have to admit though that there were times as I watched Bonnie indulging in some hot sex act that I had my regrets. She really seemed to totally enjoy screwing especially when on top.
Not long after our honeymoons we ended up in different parts of the country following our respective career paths. We often got together for vacations and holidays but the sex stuff was usually on a back burner.
Suddenly everything changed. First Dan was killed in a stupid work related accident. About a year later owing in part to that and also to other problems Rita and I divorced. By then we were in our forties and all the kids were pretty much on their own.
Once in the middle of our lovemaking Rita popped out with a surprise question. "Ed. Did you ever fuck Bonnie?"
"No. Why?"
"Well did you ever come close?"
"Once. Why?"
"Just wondering. I've always had an urge to screw my brother Bill. I know it's pretty much verboten but I just wanted to decide if I really was a weirdo. Do you think there is much of that going on?"
"Brother sister sex? My guess is that a lot of siblings have done 'something' but that few have gone all the way. At least not in their youth."
"Yeah, that seems logical. Dan and I did sixty nine once. We were both half looped and wanted to see if it was all it was cracked up to be."
By then Rita and I were screwing hard and we both came and then we fell asleep in each other's arms. End of conversation.
Then came the year that I would like to forget. Dan was home cleaning up his parents affairs so that they could both move into assisted living quarters. It was late November when an unannounced drizzle turned to ice. Driving home he spun off the road into a lake and died.
It was August about 18 months later when Bonnie called and surprised me by asking if I were interested in spending a week or two boating on the Chesapeake Bay.
Bonnie and I jointly owned what had once been our families 35 foot cabin cruiser. Bonnie actually had been the sailor of the family and really was the most experienced of us all.
Meanwhile she said there was a she wanted to bring. I said that I might bring someone and I let it go at that.
I began to eagerly look forward to our boat trip. After that call my main joy as I anticipated the trip was in seeing my sister. I kept remembering an untimely interruption of our almost screwing each other. Each time I recalled the incident I got hard.
Aside from that the thought of four people half dressed, in close quarters and in total privacy. Who knows what that might develop.
Two Fridays later I arrived at the marina in Chestertown Maryland. I spotted the boat and began to unload the station wagon.
I was busy for the first few minutes sorting and organizing. I wasn't expecting anyone to help so I was surprised when I heard steps behind me. I was more surprised when I felt hands cover my eyes and the traditional question. "guess who?"
The words were spoken softly and accompanied by blowing in my ear. This not surprisingly produced an immediate hardening of my penis. The owner of the marina and his wife are old friends so I assumed that is was his wife Jose being coy. I was surprised when I tuned around and found it to be my sister Bonnie.
We hugged and then Bonnie hooked her hands behind my neck and pushed her pelvis into mine and said. "I've really missed you my dear brother. How has life been treating you?" As she was speaking her lips got closer and closer to mine and she then kissed me with her lips parted. My semi hard cock came to full hard so I tried to pull away saying. "Sorry Sis."
"Ed don't worry about it. I take my compliments whenever and wherever I can get them. With that she picked up a couple of packages and walked off toward the boat.
As I looked toward the boat I saw June and Bonnie's friends. About halfway to the boat Bonnie stopped and said to me.
"By the way Ed. I don't know why but I never told them that you were my brother."
"OK with me."
I met her friends who turned out to be quite nice and whose names were June and Sam. I later found that they had been dating long enough to have lost their sexual inhibitions around each other. They turned out to be a pleasure to have along.
Within a half hour we all had put our stuff aboard and started down the Chester River toward the bay. Bonnie had lots of charts and marks here and there.
I looked and saw X's at places like Oxford and Saint Michael's and Tangier and various other places whose names were familiar to me.
"I thought that we would work our way South until Monday evening." Bonnie explained. "Then we'll lay out the rest of the week. The boat still seems to cruise real nice in the 18 to 23 range. We won't be so far that we can't get back at those speeds in an emergency. In that case we won't be tearing our kidneys out with a high speed run."
"You're the expert." And with that I began to enjoy the scenery. After a while Bonnie was able to set the auto pilot. We relaxed and enjoyed the food and cold drinks that the June had brought up to the flying bridge.