READER'S NOTE: This is the fifth in a series of autobiographical stories relating my incestuous relationship with my sister over the last quarter of a century.
As my sister continued with her college education during the 1980-1981 school year, she was living off campus several hours drive away while I remained at our parents house growing more and more bored.
I turned 20 and decided I had to make a break with everything, and impulsively decided to enlist in the US Marine Corps. I signed on for four years and told the recruiting sargeant that I would prefer to leave as soon as they could arrange it.
My parents were surprised, but not did not disapprove. They wanted to hold a "going-away" party for me and invite all of the extended family, but I told them I didn't want a big fuss and not to do it.
My sister found out about a week after I signed the enlistment papers, on a visit back home during February of 1981, and she was shocked.
She didn't say a thing about the abrupt cessation of our incestuous relationship, but I could read the dissapointment in her face when I told her at the family dinner table that night. Like myself, she wasn't to necessarily miss her sibling as much as she was going to miss the wonderful experience of having someone handy to fuck whenever she got horny, without all the emotional baggage of having a boyfriend.
I had come to the conclustion that one of the reasons I wasn't dating so much anymore was that whenever my balls got overly filled with cum all I had to do was visit my sister and fuck her 'till I was dry. Likewise, whenever her pussy got hot and wet all she had to do was spread her legs for my cock to satisfy the yearnings.
That night after everyone was asleep my sister snuck into my bedroom at about 3:30 AM and crept under my blankets. I awoke as a reaction to the gentle sensation of my 19 year old sister's nose nuzzling my swollen balls while her right hand grasped the shaft of my semi-hard cock possessively. Before long she was sucking me in a slow but firm manner, while she lay down next to me with her face at my crotch and her pussy next to my face. As my sister continued to administer to my cock and balls, I spread her legs apart and used my fingers and tongue to bring pleasure to her pussy and clit.
It didn't take long before she had to remove her mouth from my cock, as she was by now panting for air. Without hardly making a noise, I could tell she had orgasmed on my fingers.
She lay on her stomach unmoving, except for the still-rapid rise and fall of her chest as she breathed heavily. I arose and knelt behind her, once again spreading her legs and lifting her ass off the bed. With one sudden stab, my cock entered my sister's drenched pussy from the rear and I began to fuck her in earnest.
For whatever reason, I decided to count the strokes of my cock in-and-out of my sister's pussy. My sister was again on the verge of bliss, as she began to utter soft moans. I had to "sssshhhh" her, lest our parents awake at qaurter to four in the morning to find their children fucking. As the strokes of my cock meat reached 100, I bend forward to grab my sister's titties from underneath and pinched her nipples roughly while continuing my steady pace.
After a few moments, I pulled back and grabbed her by the hips and began to fuck her more rapidly, using my hands to pull her body back at the same instant my cock jabbed forward.
When the number of strokes reached the 200 count (which probably took all of 3-4 minutes in reality), I pulled out and rolled my sister over onto her back.
I positioned her legs over my shoulders and placed my cock at the entrance to her pussy before I once again entered and began pounding away once more. My sister reached behind me and grabbed my asscheeks, squeezing them roughly while pulling me towards her. Her index finger of her right hand caressed the crack of ass while I fucked her, eventually finding my asshole which she played with.
My balls began to send my brain that sensation that let me know that a volcano-like eruption of hot cum was going to occur at any time. I was at about 270 strokes and wanted desperately, for some unexplicable reason, to make to the 300th stroke before I allowed my cock to spurt forth their lava of lust.
I just barely made it, making it to 302, before I pulled my cock from sister's twat and straddled her chest. As I sat on her tits I stroked my meat and blasted frightening amounts of cum all over her face. The first rope hit her square on the forehead and actually bounced off slightly, dripping down her nose. The second and third shots of cum hit her hard on her right eyebrow and right cheek. The remaining shots of cum, about four or five, I tried to aim at her mouth. The result was my sister's face was totally covered in white cum from her brother's cock. After I finished I touched her face and found the cum was still hot.
With both hands I rubbed my cum into her face, making it disappear into her skin like some bizarre lotion. She remained silent, reaching for my slowly-softening cock and holding it in both her hands.
She kissed my balls and licked her pussy juice from my cock, murmuring "I'm going to miss you." I didn't know if she were speaking to me or my cock!
Easy was something the Marine Corps was not.
Boot Camp was 12 weeks of relentless hell at Parris Island, South Carolina. Even in May, when I arrived, the temperature there was in the 80s and humid. By July it was hotter than the surface of the sun, but by then I had acclimated myself to the heat.
I wrote letters home to my parents and sister, and received letters in reply. I never mentioned anything sexual in writing to my sister, nor did she in her responses back to me.
Our incestuous relationship continued to be something that was simply acknowledged in the flesh, but never openly discussed either verbally or, now, in writing.
After Boot Camp, in August of 1981, I went back home for ten days of "leave" before shipping out to my next duty station in Quantico, Virginia, about 40 miles south of Washington DC. During my ten days of leave my parents went through great pains to make sure all the neighbors, their friends, our relatives, etc all got a chance to see my in my uniform. It was like being an animal at a zoo.
My sister had already left home for her softmore year in college but returned the night before I was to leave. She now had a car of her own, a 1976 Ford Pinto, which she could use to drive back-and-forth from college to home at will.
On that night, she took me for a ride after dinner to show me how good of a driver she was. She took me to the nearest shopping mall and said she had to buy a couple of things. We walked inside and soon found ourselves inside a store where she bought some shampoo, hair conditioner, soap, etc - stuff like that.
