No Regrets

Story 11 No regrets

Author's note. What happens after the line into full incest is crossed? Thanks for reading. More stories coming in concluding which also include some hot sex and lovemaking so don't stop reading.

Thanks to those who have commented and encouraged me. I'm not sure if I'll ever write another erotic story. Writing this one has pushed my ethical, moral boundaries a lot. While I have never crossed the line myself, when I was younger I came close. Reading stories of incest became my addiction. One I've near been able to give up.

The story only contains sexually activity of a brother and Sister over 18 years old.

While set during the Paris Olympic Games and its historical setting. None of the athletes in this story are meant to represent any athlete competing in the games. Or other persons otherwise living or dead.

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No regrets.

Sitting amid our midnight snacks and a few drinks, suddenly we need to talk.

"How did we get here? What is it that makes me love you so deeply Sis? I have so many questions?"

"Do you regret what we are doing? You are scaring me Sam."

"Sorry sweetheart, no. No regrets. But my mind is churning. We have crossed the line. We know and now we know each other very very intimately. Like we have known each other intimately these last few days, increasingly intimately but this is different."

"I get it Sam, I don't want to change a thing but by crossing the line everything has changed. It's like we can't go back. I don't want to go back. But how do I hold the specialness of tonight and take it and nurture it into the future?

"Then we have the parent complication. They will be with us again tomorrow. How do we hide our feelings? Crap the way you look at me with eyes ablaze will show. Our giggles, which we cannot control. Do we pretend we had a sibling fight and take the opposite? Except I could never demean what we just did by doing that."

"Whatever happens tomorrow, I don't want it to come between us Sam."

"I know there's a lot of things we need to work through but perhaps tonight is not the night. We have a few hours in the morning to figure out the parent thing, or at least put on some bandaides to prevent bleeding."

"But right now I'm looking at my sexy and very vulnerable sister sitting in the mess of our night. I want to hold you and love you, caress you, and dam, " looking down at his rapidly swelling penis, "that was quick, put this desire to good use."

"I love how as soon as you thought about caressing me it popped from... frankly quite small to wow. Look at it rise and harden. Yes please! Let's remake the bed, I'll get the spare sheets."

" I think we had better do some washing and drying before the olds get back. I'll do that. The advantages of being a Batchelor Boy for two years."

I finish first so I park myself above the washing machine on the services bench. I put my Kora dress away. It has some faint blood stains. I will take it back to Australia as a memory. But I am definitely cleaning it. I don't think I want to keep the evidence like some Italian Nona in her glory box. Sam does a cold wash in case there is further blood on the sheets. Sam ended up on his knees in front of me stuffing the sheets, towels and other soiled things into the machine.

I caress his shoulders and back with my feet. My pussy is pouring and leaking before him. I am open wide before his tongue which he dutifully applies before putting each item in the washer. Front loaders have some advantages. My leg is in the way of the soap dispenser. So Sam stands lifting that leg up on his shoulder. He pours in the liquid soap and starts the machine.

Then he takes his fully engorged love stick and drags my juices up and down my labia. We both have the most erotic view. My Big Bro then plays his swollen head into my clit.

"Do you want me imbed myself Sis?"

"I want to see by Big Bro slide his Big fat Bro cock right into me."

I watch Sam's abdominal muscles tense and the wonderful groin V form as he seats his head at my passage. The veins of his cock pop a little as his flesh parts mine and I am stretched. It is amazing how I widen to accommodate him but I am also full so full. I wince as I'm a bit raw.

Sam pauses. "Are you sure, we can wait?"

"Very sure! No pain no gain. I think you taught me that. Besides I don't have a week left to recover. I want you to harden this pussy up. I intend to use it a lot in the next few days. "

Sam nods and drives his penis home. I wrap my legs around his waist and we are more that love making. This time we are fucking.

Sam stands up with me attached and we continue. He is strong and he is able to fuck me standing up. Moving me up and down with ease.

"God Sam, it's like in my dream. Wow take me, keep going. Don't drop me."

I am cumming and screaming and crying and clinging.

Sam walks me to the bed and as if we were on the high tower edge he plummets me onto the bed. He dives and drives into me. Again and again and again my soul rips me up and finishes the nightmare by turning it into a consummation dreams can never give.

Sam joins in my guttural cry's and stiffens draining his being into mine. At the same time I squirt again covering us both with our juices.

Then I'm holding my love and weeping again.

"What was that about a dream?" Sam asked once we are quiet and my tears have stopped.

"You know that dream I told you about at the Raft of the Medusa painting?"

"Yes, I've have been wondering. I guess this is Southern France"

"Well my tears just now and in the Louvre come from the same well."

"Jack was at the bottom of the stairs, but before I passed judgment, I asked him where you were. You were missing and I was getting distraught. He nodded to the stairs. Against my fears I climbed to the top and there you were in your Olympic budgies."

" We locked together in raw passion. The tower was a symbol of our towering incestuous desires, well at least mine. We ground our pelvis's together. We were suddenly naked and in passion you lifted me as you did just then and took my virginity but as you did before we could climax that one thrust sent us over the edge into an eternal darkness and I woke in terror. But this time you plunged me onto the bed and fulfilled our love. Right or wrong we are one."

"By the way," I added, "the pool of lust the other divers could not escape from was a pool of my virginal juices at my most fertile."

Sam listened and his heart spoke through his tears as he held me. " Whatever tomorrow brings, no more nightmares, as we have each other."

As we lie together we become aware of a massive wet spot.

" I guess we will have to always share the wet spot." I giggle.

Just then the washing machine stops.

"Another load?"

"Another load but no more sheets." I reply.

"We could sleep in the parents bed"

"Ohh naughty, I'm in! But perhaps we should not have sex in it."

"That's fine they have a big double shower when I get tempted."

"You mean if?"

" No when!"

It is now very early morning so we change washing and set the drier. Set an alarm so we don't get surprised naked in their bed. We sleep wrapped in each others naked bodies.

Late morning starts with the alarm. The world has already been functioning for hours. We wake and unspoken straighten up the bed. Then holding hands we wander into the shower.

It does not take long for us both to get randy once again. I say to Sam, "Every time you went into the shower in the Olympics and I could see it direct or on the big screen I imagined being under it with you. Please make love me here."

And it was love. Initially we stood and explored but eventually Sam moves down against the tiles. Kissing his way down. Feasting a while on my centre then bringing me down to engulf his flesh. And we made love. Quiet tender languid love. Kissing, looking, giggling, enjoying each other in the gentle stream of the shower. It took a while but we both silently and tenderly cum together.

Satisfied and awake we dry each other and proceed to the kitchen for a breakfast of French Pastries we purchased yesterday. The coffee was good and necessary. As we eat and talk we both get a text from mum.

'Meet us for lunch at 2pm at the local pub beer garden.'

"I'm sure they don't call it that in France but we get the idea." Sam states. "That's great we have a few extra hours. I need to do some exercise apart from bonking you. How about a swim?"

So we swim. We do laps together. Well I do a few. Sam does half an hours worth and is not even knackered. The benefits of an athletes body. He can shag me as often as he likes and still pump out some laps.

While he does and while I'm admiring his body in motion I try to think of how to disguise our love and joy from those we both love dearly.

Sam surfaces next to me and I say "Sorry I've got nothing. Re, how we relate with Mum and Dad?"

"I've been thinking the same thing. Yes I can think and swim at the same time. I guess the first question is do we want to keep it a secret?"

"That's a tough one. Ultimately no. If we want a life together we couldn't possibly keep it secret unless we just cold shouldered and divorced the parents. That is mean. That would be cruel on all of us."

"So,"Sam asks, "when do we want them to find out."

"What are our options?"

"Today - I go up to Dad and say, hey by the way I've been fucking you daughter, my sister and I'm not going to stop."

"I want you alive Sam, perhaps a bit too brutal. Today- we get Mum and Dad drunk on French champagne and tell them then? "

"Or we just start making out in front of them when they are too drunk to react. Dad is a happy drunk." Sam giggles. "Just imagining doing the deed in front of them. We might just turn them on."

"I get the voyeur in both of us Sam, but no! Gross, No."

"Tonight after good day just being a family. Swimming, sightseeing, doing stuff as a family and over a nice red wine in the late evening bring it up as we quietly chat. Counting on the fact they will be tired." I suggest.

"Maybe, but it means being 'normal' for ten hours and our normal has changed. Although we could snuggle on the couch as we talked and I could claim I'm just missing my sister and not wanting to go back to being separated again. Shit I didn't want to think about that yet."

"Tomorrow - why do today what you can put off to tomorrow."

"Tomorrow - hoping it will never comes"

"Later in Arles, you can get a razor and threaten a Vincent Van Gogh if they don't agree."

"Later just as we hop on the plane for home."

"Later when we are home and I go to Queensland to live in Sin with you."

"Yeah do it on a zoom call on our messed up double bed."

"Maybe the tonight after family stuff is best. That way we can gauge how we are doing and decide if we need to put it off to a tomorrow option."

"There is another possibility Shiona. Nah, unlikely but possible."

"Ok spill."

"Somehow they know already."

"I would like that Sam, but this is big, huge. I don't like our chances of things going well however they find out."

We hold each other in the pool.

"I guess what ever happens it must be time to go meet up with Mum and Dad."

Sam was right we are nearly late.

" I think we should be wearing cloths, and remake our bed." I call out to Sam in the bathroom.

"Just getting the sheets and putting the second lot in the dryer." Sam yells back.

"Wear your Aussie trackies. That way pride can help to minimise the fall. They can't seriously get angry with you after what you achieved last week."

"Good point, but I don't think you can wear that Kora outfit. Too sexy by half. But they would understand how you seduced me."

I run around the bed half dressed and start to tickle him. "No fair Bro, but then I did suggest that if we had to share a bed, that I would just rape you."

"When did you say that?"

"While you were diving in Paris."

"Maybe you can just say that." Sam adds, "Mum and Dad, really sorry but because we were sharing a bed I raped my brother, then he had to rape me back, then I had to well you know how siblings are.... it's your fault I now love him."

"Let's go with that"

We tumble out the door holding hands. "Opps," Sam says, "We can't do this," and he drops my hand.

It's not far but about halfway Sam asked me to walk ahead a bit. I hope he is checking out my arse.

He then catches up. "Stop, you're walking funny, like you're been riding a horse."

"Well I have, a stud horse, I am so sore when I walk. I didn't realise I was walking funny though."

"Ok, well try legs together more."

So we do a few different practices. It was better but still not natural.

"Well let's hope we get there first so I can be seated."

"If that fails we can play at being in Monty Python's 'Ministry of Silly Walks.'" Sam says going into a Silly walk.

" Hey that could just work," as I went into my own silly walk. So that's what we did. We goofed off until we got there, one of us calling change every now and again. Laughter broke our tension as well.

It was lucky we did as Mum meets us at the door. She gives us a hug.

"Sam can you get a beer for yourself and Dad and meet him out the back. I want to chat to Shiona for a bit."

Suddenly my brain does a melt down. Shit, do they know? How the fuck can they know? Fuck did they install a hidden camera? I flick a worried look to Sam but recover quickly.

"Yeah I've had enough of boy germs that's a great idea mum." Somehow I don't think I was all that convincing.

Sam was at the Bar looking away but his body had dropped like when he missed that dive. He was worried.

Mum sits opposite me and holds my hands. A thought flashes through my mind, I hope not, but it's better than the talk right now.

"You're not getting a divorce are you?" While doing the eye nod head thing indicating Sam heading out to Dad.

"No silly, I love your Dad and the sex lately has been worth the trip to Paris."

"Too Much Information Mum!"

"Do you love him Shiona?"

"Dad?" Now I'm confused and flustered.

"No Sam. Do you love Sam?"

She watches my face change. I can't help my feelings flow into my face, eyes and mouth.

"You're fucking him aren't you?

I nod shyly but correct her. "No, I would say making Love."

"You know Sam loves you Capitol L love?"

I stammer... "Ho...h...how did you know that?"

"So before I explain, do you Love Sam or is it just sex?"

"Oh God Mum I love him so much it hurts. Don't send me away or disown me!"

I start crying. Mum comes around and takes me in her arms.

"When did you realise that you loved him?"

"When he was diving in Paris. I mean over those two days I came to understand I have loved him like forever. Well I had a big crush on him when I turned about thirteen. But I rejected my feelings and him. I pushed him away. Decided to be a normal sister that hated her brother. But I was never happy, even though I told myself that."

"You know Shiona, I saw that and understood what you were doing way back then. And I might say you probably did the right thing."

She took my face in her hands. My tears are flowing freely.

"You know it hurt Sam, it hurt Sam a lot. He actually had a talk with me about it when the Diver Training School came up. He actually wanted to go away incase he couldn't control himself. He also wanted the space."

"He actually told me a bit of that yesterday. But I didn't believe you actually conspired with him. Why?"

"Well I think I wanted to make sure you really loved him and it wasn't just a big brother crush."

"Your Dad and I actually set this week up a bit for you both, to see if anything had changed. If time had changed you, and if you had both fallen out of love, then we would know. But you two have been so all over each other this week and when I saw you coming down doing silly walks. Well then I knew you had actually crossed the line."

"This might be TMI from me but that was actually me trying to cover that I can't walk straight. Dam Sam is a stud. I'm sore."

Mum laughed, "No it wasn't that. You were just clowning together with so much body communication I knew that you were a couple that had bonded in every way."

"So I guess Dad is talking to Sam about the same thing. He isn't angry is he?"

"No sweetie, God no, if he knew Sam had worn you out in less than twenty four hours, he would be so proud of Sam. He's an old romantic softy your Dad."

I sit there a bit stunned. Of all the outcomes this was the least likely. More of a dream's possibility, not real. But to think they were actually setting us up to test our love. Wow.

"Okay Shiona, I think it's time we all got back together."

We walked out to the beer garden. When I saw Sam I lost it. I ran into his arms. He picked me up and swung me around and kissed me right there. In front of the parentals. It was not a brotherly kiss.

Dad coughed. "Ok you two leave off."

I then raced to Dad and hugged him. "Thanks Daddy, you mean you really accept this?"

"It took a while but this week convinced me. Sit down you two. I think I need to share a bit of my journey."

"Perhaps I'll get the drinks? Champagne everyone?" We nod and mum leaves to order.

"Well it started about three years ago. Your mum came to me and asked if I thought that Sam wasn't crushing on Shiona. My answer was well obviously. I know the male brain. But that while I thought for a few years earlier Shiona was really worshiping Sam's shadow, it had cooled quite a bit. So may be Sam's growing crush would not be so problematic."

Mum returned with a bottle of Moët and four glasses.

"Yeah sure," Mum scoffed. "That's just a girls way of realising she is really in trouble with her crush and hiding her tracks. Denial and attack, never let the guy know how you really feel. Right Shiona?"

"Yeah but the feelings I had were sort of buried. More subconscious than an overt decision. I just pushed Sam away." I pulled him closer as I said this.

"Now I had a big problem. I love my kids, I didn't want anyone to get hurt and yes incest was not only wrong but I'm also a romantic and liked bits of what I saw. Shiona, you had grown into a very pretty young person but you were very innocent. You appeared to develop late and you weren't chasing boys, which was sort of a relief to a Dad."

"So I watched and observed and came to realise Mary was right. You both loved each other. Then Sam began to make heads turn with his diving. When the offer came up for Brisbane I seriously considered moving to Brisbane to keep our family together."

"But then Sam had realised the problem himself and approached Mum about maybe it being better to put some distance between you. I could see the sense in that. I didn't want the problems of underaged sex on top of the incest issue."

"Neither did I Dad." Sam adds, "Being around Shiona was driving my libido crazy, and I also needed to focus on diving. So as much as I hated it, and as much as it would hurt my sister, I did it. I was a very scared teenager when I first showed up in Brisbane and very alone."

"The next two years changed me." Dad continued. " I could see the pain on both sides. So I thought I might just have to come to understand the incest thing a lot better. So I educated myself as much as I could."

"It was hard to find good information from those who had been there. There was a lot of porn on the topic but most of it was trash and not really helpful to a parent that was concerned. I found an erotic story site that had some helpful stuff amid the slam bam take advantage of my sister or brother stuff. But some authors had walked the path and exposed the minefields. Unfortunately a lot of the genuine stuff ended up with kids taking off and breaking up with the parents."

"Bill and I discussed it a lot and didn't want that outcome. We in a way still are not totally comfortable with the incest thing. But we cannot deny love. It is more than chemistry. We realise that we can't control who one falls in love with and particularly our kids. We also know Shiona well enough that if we said no, she would jump over the line."