*Author's Note*
Although the story is fictional, I've done a good bit of research on the subject matter. You will find a couple of places where I (or the main character actually) rants a bit about her views and attitudes about the subject of incest in general. I hope that as readers, you won't feel these parts detract from the story itself. This story is about
'consensual adult incest'
- and that alone. It's actually a subject that is currently, a bit controversial. Take want you will from the story, and draw your own conclusions.
Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy the story.
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Incest - a subject so taboo, that most governments went so far as to make it against the law. If you were to take the time to investigate this peculiar and never spoken of issue, you'll probably be surprised to discover that not only are incestuous relationships more common than most might expect, but they are also in many cases, not only consensual, but motivated by the same things as 'normal' relationships - attraction, romance, desire, need, and sometimes, loneliness.
If one can make themselves look past the moral judgements for a moment, the first question that is usually asked is,
'is it really possible to have a healthy, consenting sexual relationship with a first level family member?'
I can tell you that yes, it is. I've been in two - the first one for two years, and the second for the last nine years - and, I am totally committed to the second one.
You can go online and find any number of pro and con arguments about the subject of incest. Most that I have encountered, are related to incest involving children, and are 'morally based'. If you remove those two factors, and look further into the subject, you'll find that there isn't any specific statistical data on what is referred to as 'adult consensual incest', and most 'experts' maintain that it doesn't really exist. In the case of incest involving a parent, it seems to be the opinion of most experts that, more likely than not, rape or coercion on the part of the parent is to blame.
The reason for this lack of data seems to be the reluctance of professionals to talk about incest outside the realms of it being 'abuse' - perhaps because they fear it may legitimize the practice. Sure, where children are concerned, I can see where it absolutely should be considered abuse. I can't, and won't, argue that point.
However, the government has also created laws addressing my ability to make decisions for myself. Their position is, since I've reached the 'age of majority' (18), I am an 'adult' and therefore can make adult decisions. I can vote, join the military, go to war, and a few other things. But, I'm not capable of making a decision to become involved in an incestuous relationship. 'For my own good' they have decided that particular practice should be illegal.
I think that's my biggest gripe - that the government has seen fit to decide, on a moral level, what I can and can't do in the privacy of my own bedroom. Note that I said 'bedroom' and not 'home'. There have been many clearly unjust laws passed over the years - at different points in time, interracial marriages, sodomy, and gay marriages were all taboo, and quite illegal. In each case, the law was eventually overturned.
Unfortunately, it's very unlikely that 'consensual incest between adults' will ever be accepted as 'normal' - or even 'okay', and I'm fairly certain that it will never become a relationship dynamic that society in general, is comfortable with.
So... I'll get off my soapbox now. Sorry.
I guess I'll tell you a story about incest. More specifically, a story about my own incestuous experiences.
Flash back eleven years...
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My name is Sloan, and I'm about to graduate from high school - something that I'm not all that happy about. Since I became an 'adult' on my last birthday, everyone wants to tell me how great the future is going to be when I 'go out into the world and find my path'.
Load of poop in my opinion.
Anyhow, I am part of a 'combined family'. When I was four, my father married a woman who was also a single parent. Strangely enough, Carson - my brother - is forty-two days younger than me. Although we've always seen ourselves as 'brother and sister', technically, we're step-siblings. Carson's father and my mother have never been part of our lives. He has always called my father 'dad' and I have always called his mother 'mom'. We're a fairly normal family - generally speaking.
We live in an upper-middle-class neighborhood, in a house my father built. He's a general contractor. In fact, his company built most of the neighborhood. My mom works for one of the material suppliers he does business with. Once they got married, she wasn't allowed to deal with his accounts any more, for obvious reasons.
Carson and I have what I consider, an amazing sibling relationship. When we were younger, we spent a lot of time explaining how we could be the same age, and not be twins. Kids can be goofy sometimes. But we did tend to hang out together and shared a lot of friends, at least until we made it to high school. That's where things changed.
Carson is absurdly smart. While I managed to maintain a 3.85 gpa all through high school, Carson was always 4.0 and taking classes well above his grade level. Now that we're about to graduate, the sorry little butthead has a 4.25 gpa, and has actually completed the first year of his college education. Damn over-achiever.
So, moving on. A brief description of Carson and I, is in order, I think.
My brother is your basic nerd - and he's proud of that fact. He's 5'8", weighs about 145 pounds, and while he isn't even close to 'buff', he's in decent shape. He has dirty blonde hair that he never takes care of, big blue eyes, wears glasses, and always has a five-o'clock-shadow - which I think might be a 'nerd' thing. He isn't God's gift to girls, but he isn't ugly either. I guess... well... he just 'is'.
I'm 5'4" (barely), weigh between 115 & 120 pounds (depending on what I had for lunch), and have been blessed with a 32D chest - almost perfect for my height and weight. My naturally blonde hair is usually fairly short, and I have what a lot of people call 'hypnotizing emerald green' eyes. I don't get it - I just see green.
Yes, I'm kinda plump - I'll be the first to admit it. But then, I'll take happy over always fighting to maintain some certain weight, any day. I'm healthy, my body is what it is, and I'm okay with that. Besides, the few guys who have been part of my life so far, seem to think it's better to have some meat on you, rather than be rail skinny. While I do wear make-up, it isn't much.
Now that my body seems to have stopped growing (thank god), I've discovered I have issues with clothes. Yeah, sounds weird, but for the last seven months, my family has pretty much become accustomed to me wandering around the house nude. I also work on my tan naked. There isn't a single tan line on me - anywhere. Guys tend to find that kind of hot, too.
Carson just goes with the flow. From what I can tell, me naked isn't a thing with him and because of that, if his friends are over, I'll usually put on a t-shirt and shorts, to keep the peace. A couple of his friends (remember, we're all the same age) have told me in private, that they wish I wouldn't.
Guys... I swear.
My father tries to ignore the fact I'm naked. When I first started doing it, Mom told him not to worry, it was a 'phase' and that I'd get over it. Seven months later, he now seems oblivious to it. When I'm lying out by the pool, he'll come out in his shorts, with a pile of paperwork, and sit at the table going through it, as if all is normal. When he gets hot, he jumps in the pool, cools off, and then goes back to his pile of paper. When I'm lying on the living room floor nude, studying, he'll walk by, say 'hey, Sloan' and continue on his way. He has on a few occasions, told me that he had friends or work associates coming over, so I of course, put on clothes. The thing I find interesting is, he never tells me to get dressed, only that people are coming over. He leaves it up to me to exercise some common sense.
My mom finds it all totally amusing. Although she's in amazing shape for being thirty-three, she isn't as comfortable with her body as I am with mine. She does have a very revealing string bikini that she likes to wear, but I don't think she's all that comfortable in it when Carson and his friends are around. Kind of a shame really. Most of our male friends think she's our group's 'hot' mom.
Although Carson is still a virgin, I'm not. He's asked me many times who took my virginity - assuming it's one of our friends. I always just smile and ignore the question. I like keeping him in suspense. If we were to measure my sexual experience level on a scale of 1 to 10, I'd probably drop in at 5. More experienced than some, less than others. I think we'll leave it at that, and move on.
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It's Saturday afternoon, and I am headed for the pool - naked of course. Our last day of high school is next Wednesday, and the graduation ceremony is next Friday afternoon. And no, I'm not at all looking forward to it. I'll have three months to screw off, and then college starts and I will have to 'go out into the world and find my path'.
