Journey to Love. Part 16

Journey to Love Pt 16.

This is an erotic incest story of the love between two siblings separated as toddlers. Their reunion as adults and their journey into Love. Note: all sexual activity is between consenting adults over eighteen years of age.

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Sophie

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I woke the next morning wet, cold and sticky. Jack's soft penis was literally stuck to my hip. So I guessed we made love sometime in the darkness then fell back to sleep. The wet spot was big, so I also figured I had cum hard. I only hoped the mattress was not ruined. I giggled, Gerry was planning on sleeping in this spot tonight with his precious Sister.

It was so good to know that we were not alone in our illicit love. Others have walked this path. Even Toën, from another time and culture, knew the endearing love I felt for my brother who lay naked beside me.

Was this action of love as enduring as time itself? Adam and Eve started a family. If they were the first. The text that said Adam and Eve had other sons and daughters, could only imply that the very next generation was propagated between siblings. I giggled. Something the holier than thou church conveniently glosses over. Then think again after the flood. If not between brother and sister then at the very best first cousins. So if that was like this at the start, then I had no need to feel guilty.

So love between a brother and sister had its roots in the first roots. ( Note for non-Aussies, a root in Australia also means to fuck.) Logic aside, it was comforting to know we were not the first and would not be the last.

In my mind, I think I decided then and there that I would risk having children with my handsome brother. Craig and Rose appeared to be normal people. No two heads. The only problem for Toën is they are not in love. Well as far as she knew. Nor being honest with each other. Jillian and Gerry and their parents were at least that.

I guess Jack and I could make the excuse we did not grow up with each other, nor have the society conditioning that may have put the brakes on this. Daisy's brakes were pretty ineffectual. So like a gondola that brought together siblings in flights of sexual fantasy, this journey in Daisy was almost fated to do the same.

What secrets did Grandpa have? In fact, why did our father and mum separate? What were the irreconcilable differences? Why were they so great that they needed to keep a brother and sister from even knowing the other existed? Why were they so scared that such a drastic action was deemed necessary?

The people who loved us kept us apart from love. Did incest run in the family? Our Dad, Brad, was trying to do his best, but he left his son high and dry so many times. Sure it shaped my brother, my man, but at what cost? I did keep seeing the scars. But then I had scars too. A girl growing up without a Dad. A teenage girl needs a dad. A role model for the type of guy she should fall for. But then like father like son. Shit, no wonder girls fall for their brothers sometimes.

I know I had my uncles, Dave and Rob. They did their best to be role models for me. They were close to mum also. Always over to fix this or that. Babysitting me when Mum had to work. So it's not like I missed out. But why had they never married? They were great catches. I sometimes wondered if they were gay. But then there were never any other males in their lives. They both had their own houses, so they weren't living together.

I stopped to think. My mind just threw up a random spanner. If brothers and sisters could end up loving each other. Fuck, could brothers be the same? As in actually fucking love each other that way. Fucking being the operative word. Now I started to question everything I had been brought up thinking.

I looked down at my naked brother. They were his uncles too. He just didn't know them. Like not at all. Why, if they were so protective of me, did they allow Gramps to send us into the sunset unsupervised? Fuck did they even approve? Yet they happily waved us off. Neither did they act like any Dad would and give Jack a good hard talking too before we left.

I put my hand down and stroked my brother's soft penis. It started to respond and swell. I licked my fingers and added moisture to it to unstick it. Jack stirred.

I watched him stretch out.

"I love waking up with you, Sophie."

"Can you hold me?"

He curled me into his arms. Suddenly I was crying.

"What's wrong?"

"Just hold me."

After a few minutes, I said. "I've been awake a while, I've been thinking. Thinking about my family, about our family."

"Well, your family is the only family I have.

"It's just how will they react. Like what other secrets have they been keeping, especially if they were so committed to keeping you secret from me?"

"Wow, that's deep. No wonder you have tears. I try not to think about Dad and whatever distance I had from his family. As far as I know, he was an only child. But then he said his parents died before I was born."

"I think it was seeing Toën and her story and seeking life in a new world. Even after fifty years, her English is still stunted. But she made this her home. She had never been back. Her parents lost two children that day. Fuck they may not even know Hüng was killed.

But more than that, I want to know the truth."

I kept to myself the conviction I wanted to bear Jack's children even though we role-played it in making love yesterday. We are young, we have time. But the desire and need were there.

"You know Jack I'm sick of secrets. Look what they did to us. I want to be honest, not only with Grandpa but with Mum and my uncles."

"Our uncles. I haven't thought about this, but what if they get so pissed at me that they do me over. I agree but the cost could be great."

"Well, we walk away then, from everything. We go live in another state. We disappear, so long as I have you."

"But disappearing is only another excuse for lying. Lying to ourselves and others. I agree with you, Sophie. We have to be upfront so to speak."

"Wow, this is heavy for early morning, brother of mine. Please make love to me again. I need to feel your warmth surround me. I need to feel your seed in me."

"Allow me to empty my bladder, I'll be right back."

In the dawn light, I watched him slip out the door. Then slip back in to lie again beneath the sheets. He moved his body onto me. I felt the coolness of the night on his skin and the deeper warmth of his body radiate through to my core. My hands explored again the wonder of his flesh. Slowly I addressed his back, moving down his shoulder blades to feel the bumps of his spine all the way down to his tight buns. My hands luxuriated in their form as I pressed him into my groin. The top of his thighs were firm because he was taking some weight off my torso through his knees.

I rolled him sideways and felt them release their tension. Jack was now free to caress my body also. His hands moving over my softer flesh in light but firm mirroring of my own hands. I moved back up his outer thighs to pause at the sharp curve of his hip bone. Access now limited for my lower hand, I moved it the hold his head in the crook of my elbow and ran my fingers through his locks. Our eyes met and locked together in the early light, deep pools of love. Dark within the shadows of the fading night.

"I love you, Jack." My only words.

My other hand was free to feel. I followed the crease of his hip down to his groin the over it avoiding stopping on his now hard penile flesh that lay raised above his groin. But moved my hand under it. I sighed with him, as I felt his glans caress the back of my hand. But I moved up and away from the temptation to explore his stomach muscles and the abdominal six-pack, that formed just below the surface of his scant body fat. My fingers counted their number to assure themselves they were indeed six. Muscles that work so well in concert each time he had occasion to thrust into my softer body.

I was glad that my body was not so taut. That my flesh was feminine. It made a wonderful contrast to his. The Ying and Yang of our sibling world. His finger even now exploring my softness. I moved up to his ribcage and explored the curve of bone beneath his flesh. He had no man-boobs but nicely formed pecs that housed his nipples, hard to the touch of my palms. I traversed the hollow of his rising chest to feel its partner's hardness between my searching fingers. Squeezing lightly to send that shiver to his balls. I felt his penis jerk on my thighs and some coolness dribble onto my searching groin. My upper leg as if on its own volition moved to encase his thighs between my own and caress, as my hands had done, his shapely hips. Conscious of my actions now, I moved my leg to fall into the hollow of his waist and pulled him to me with my lower leg.

Delightfully, I felt his hardness nuzzle into my waiting groin, his balls now resting and rolling in their sack against my hardening clitoris. My hand ran up his shoulders to feel the form of his neck as it rose from the hollow of his shoulder. I spread my fingers to enjoy the meeting of his neck with his well-formed chin. The neck that turned his head to mine. I brought his lips to mine and we played with the fire within. Lips and tongues now dancing in our growing passion.

Jack's hand passed over my bum and then between it to free his manly throbbing cock and move it down to my waiting, gaping vagina. His gentle fingers parted my labia and brought his glans to my nest. As my hand urged him in his kiss, he pressed his head to mine, his penis surged forward and he slipped into my tight wetness. I felt him thrust into me, filling me. Satisfying my primal need to have my yearning ovaries pasted in cream. I felt my vagina release some fluids to lubricate their welcome invader. The only thing left now was to encourage my brother to dance within me. My hips thrust forward to begin the rhythm of our lovemaking.

His groan into my neck heralded our successful union. He met my thrusts with his. He rolled back on top of me and began to pump, in earnest. Now free, my two hands held the sides of his face which locked his eyes on mine. The sun was casting its dawn light into our room. I could now see the glint of love sparking through those pools of blue. Pools of love I fell into.

"I love you, Sophie. I love you more than my body can express."

He nuzzled my hand and I slipped two fingers into his mouth, in imitation of his cock within me. His thrusts grew more urgent. My body feeling this, moved toward my climax.

"Harder Jack, I want to feel you deep within."

Suddenly I tensed around him, those words released my need and I was cumming. Quietly at first, but then it built as he thrust harder and deeper. I could feel his release was soon. Still holding his head we screamed our release together. Then fell into a passionate kiss, as sperm and my girl juices mixed deep within my womb.

Jack rolled me onto him and took my limpet weight on his. Our kisses continued as we slipped back into satiated sleep.

Jack added two more checks to the list. We left it there for our hosts to find. I left a note of apology on the bed we left stripped bare, stating we would pay for a new mattress if needed. The sheets, just caked in love, were washed in the machine, along with sex-soaked towels.

We had a breakfast of bits of food left in the fridge. Cold pizza, reheated. This satisfied Jack's need for volume food.

This house was our love nest, our pre-honeymoon, honeymoon location. The place we took each other so many times. Our first, and well not the only times, as we did fuck on the Balloon. But this was our place of fulfilled love. It was hard to say goodbye. Always in our memories that later, would do their bidding to ward off moments of hardship and doubt.

Jack was feeling it too, like me he remained silent all the way into Canowindra. Cowra was only an hour's drive. So we decided to explore this town before we moved on.

Canowindra had a famous bushranger, Ben Hall and his gang, who held it up. Like not just a bank, but the whole town. But not for money or stuff. He herded them into the pub and threw a party. He made the town folk party for three days. He even paid for the cigars and alcohol. The town still had the classic old main street look with most of the old buildings preserved. Many of them now host craft and specialty shops, great for attracting tourists.

So we had fun window shopping and acting like the lovers we were. It was a change from swimming and sex. Or should that be sex then swimming? We found a nice coffee shop and had a light lunch.

"You know Jack, it will be so good to settle down and share a house with you."

"Yes, living out of a tiny suitcase is very limiting. But I get the sense you mean a bit more than that?"

"What do you mean?"

"I think you might be nesting."

I looked at my brother trying to read his eyes. They were easy to get lost in. Did he like the idea of me nesting?

"You could be right. I don't see the need to be unsettled when I have found the man I want to spend my whole life with."

"I find it hard to imagine what I thought I was going to be doing just a month ago. So yes, I do want to nest with you. But I don't think for guys it's nesting. More like building a future. Building the home, both physically and metaphysically. I have an urge to do things with my hands, to make."

I put my foot up into his groin and felt for his penis.

"Not just your hands, Jack. Do you want this to be making things also?"

He put his hand down and grabbed my foot. He pressed my sole into his growing hardness.

"This Sophie darling is reserved for your nesting instincts. But I think we need to get moving before I can't."

I paid because Jack had to keep his problem from being obvious. Back in Daisy, I drove.

We took the main road through to Cowra, given it was a short drive, although a main road, it was less busy and had few trucks. They did get a bit frustrated having to pull up behind a strange slow car, but generally, they were patient. That they were prepared to wave, and playfully toot horns, was an indication of our novelty on their journey.

I was also used to driving Daisy these days, but the biggest difference was we were no longer in a sweatbox. We had much less need to stop to air the canopy out. As we came into town some brown tourist signs came up on the left.

"Jack, what's a POW?"

"Either, a Batman punch, or a Prisoner of War. Where did that come from?"

"On the sign back there. "

I slowed down as another sign was coming up.

"POW breakout site, and Japanese Gardens, well I guess that's where we are heading, but why would we have prisoners of war so far from the action? It makes no sense." Jack said.

"Well, we find out tomorrow. Can I suggest a swim at the pool before we go to our motel?"

I think we had been spoilt this last week with our own house and pool. It was back to being more public. One of those problems I now face is which bikini to wear. I had acquired four different ones. Mind you, I preferred my birthday suit most, but that was the luxury of a private house, with a private pool. It came down to the original orange-red or the more revealing purple. I was more comfortable with the revolution starting one but was Cowra ready for it? Jack navigated us to the pool.

"I guess that answers my question, Jack."

"What question?"

"Which bikini to wear? Look at the flag pole."

"What the fuck! Awesome!"

There on the flag pole, some wag had flown a bright yellow flag with a purple bikini symbolically emblazoned on it.

"I guess Geurie is not that far away," I said as I pulled my swimming bag out of the back. "I had better check it's in here."

"Long live the revolution, let the puppies out to play I say," Jack yelped.

School was not yet out, but it must be soon for the regular pool invasion to happen. In the pool, there was quite a collection of young mums setting up family spots. They were all wearing revealing bikinis.

I went to the changing rooms with some pride and a lot less trepidation. Had I really changed that much from the shy teenager of a month ago? I felt brave in the company of people I trusted. In the ladies' change rooms, several young mums were chatting while they got changed.

"I'm not sure how my teenage boys will cope with my new bikini." One commented

"I wouldn't worry, their eyes will be everywhere."

"That's what worries me."

"Just count it as educative. If they lived in Bondi it would be normal. They will learn to cope."

Quietly I stood in the corner and slipped into my bikini.

"Wow girl, that looks like an original. Where did you get it?"

"Original what?" I asked. Even though I knew the answer.

"Revolution bikini, you look great in it. I've not seen you before. Where are you from?"

Just then another lady burst into the room all excited.

"Guess what's parked outside? The actual yellow revolution car?"

The group of ladies stopped and looked at me. There were about seven of them.

"Wait," the one who was just talking to me said, "you're Sophie, you must be."

I giggled, "I guess I can't keep it a secret then. Yes, I'm Sophie but how, what, what the?"

Suddenly I was in a crush of female boobs, some still changing. Flesh pressed all around me as someone yelled "Group hug."

"Ok, give the girl some space."

They backed off. I was left wondering about the merits of turning Lesbian.

"I can't believe it, you actually came."

"Came to what? We just turned up for a swim."

"Oh, you don't know?"

"Sorry, I'm very much in the dark here."

Again the ladies all chatted at once.

"You tell her Sue you're president."

"Well tonight," someone in the back started speaking, "we are having a fundraiser for the CWA, (Country Women's Association). The young ones are taking hold of their destiny.

We are also on a member drive, giving new blood to the old organisation. No longer crochet and cake stalls, we are going twenty-first century."

I giggled again. "You could crochet bikinis. Make it a competition or challenge. Most delicate, largest hook size, and most revealing. Bikini fashion parade."

"I love your thinking Sophie. You don't want to be on our committee do you?"

"As tempting as that is, we will be living near Albury, so no thanks. But what is happening tonight?"

"A big family pool night with BBQ. Our fellas are doing the cooking. Special entry fee, chook raffle, hubby for hire auction. Oh, and the new bikini fashion parade. The men are voting over the night. I hope you will stay."

"I have talk to Jack but yes. We will have to go and book into our motel but we will be back."

Finally, I made it out of there and dived into the water. Oops, my girls popped out. I tucked them back. Then I swam over to the lane Jack was swimming laps in.

I stopped him by grabbing his swimmers at the back. He was bare-bummed for a few seconds as he struggled to make sense of what just happened. I pulled him in for a cuddle and kiss.

"You took a while getting changed."

"I got mobbed in the change room, someone recognised the bikini and the car. Cuddle me and I'll tell you about it."

So we held close. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I updated him on events and plans for tonight. As we talked it was obvious we were the centre of attention, with stares and constantly being pointed out. There was excitement in the air.

"Well let's give you a chance to have a swim, then go book in. I think I might need to drain my balls before I come back though. I'm not sure I could prevent a boner with all that flesh on display."

"So long as it's me draining them I don't mind."

I did some laps. After all the attention it was nice to get lost in the rhythmical movement of my body through water. I was chuffed I could still swim, and do it reasonably. But mostly, I tried to forget about the revolution I had inadvertently started. I might as well join the CWA though. If I was to be a country woman. I liked the idea more and more as our trip progressed.