A few words of introduction......All these events happened for real, not made up. I have followed exactly, all the things, words etc, that she told me, and hope that I haven't pushed the boundaries of fiction too far.
After about 5 years of marriage, my wife decided to tell me of these events. As she told me, I didn't get angry, I just got harder and harder. She was afraid to tell me, in case I went crazy, but, in fact, the affect was just the opposite. This happened about 6 years before we married.......
Mary was 18 years old a month before, and her older brother George (32 years old), was staying at her house, while he was working at a nearby pit. He was married with kids, but his wife and children were back in Scotland, while he managed to find them somewhere to live, before moving down to England.
Her mum and dad used to spend most of Saturday in Leeds city. Mary's old school friend Barbara spent lots of sleepovers at her house, and they were very close.
It had been a very muggy night, much too warm to have the blankets pulled up. Mary had pushed them down when she got into bed, her thin nightie was all she needed to keep her modesty covered, and only just covered.
She woke up feeling extremely horny, the erotic dream that she'd had, made her restless all night. Since early last year, she'd had lots of these dreams. As she lay there, she heard her mum and dad leave the house, to catch the bus into Leeds. They'd be gone for ages, she knew. It was just before 9 o'clock, and they wouldn't be home until three at the earliest. Her hands ran over her breasts, touching the hard nipples. They needed some attention, she thought, then one hand strayed down between her thighs, rubbing herself gently. She stopped herself going further, even though she was enjoying it, and decided on a plan.....
Her brother George was staying with them, and was sleeping in the back bedroom, so she tiptoed downstairs and made him a cup of coffee. Trying not to wake him, she pushed his door open and stepped into his bedroom. The sunlight was shining through the pulled curtains, and in the half light, she could see he was still asleep. He too, had pushed the covers right down sometime through the night, probably as it had been so warm. She stopped suddenly, and her eyes widened as she saw his erect manhood sticking out of his pyjama bottoms. Not taking her eyes off it she placed his cup down carefully then moved closer to the bed. Kneeling beside it, her face was no more than two feet away from this amazing beauty. She had seen a few erections before, but none as big or as erect as this one, maybe eight inches long and two inches in diameter. Slowly, she reached a hand out towards it, her heart pounding, and as she touched it gently, she felt her nipples harden under her thin nightie. Even though she knew it was so very wrong, she just had to touch it. She had seen pictures of erect cocks before, looking at stolen or borrowed books from her friends, with her friend Barbara. They had often laughed and joked about the size and how it would feel, but this was different, this was real.
'This is what I could really do with', she thought, as she felt his hardness. Although his flesh was soft, the muscle beneath was swollen, and as she slid his skin up and down, George stirred. She stopped for a moment, letting him settle again, then began wanking him slowly once more. She wondered what it would be like inside her, whether she would feel pain or pleasure as he pushed it into her, the large purple head exposed now, and his full length stretched out upwards. He moved again, this time opening his eyes and seeing what she was doing. He began to pull away, but Mary held him firmly and whispered with a smile on her face.
"What's wrong George, don't you want me to do this?"
"You.... you're my sister" he mumbled, and relaxed once more.
"Yes, I am", she replied, "but if you don't tell, then I won't. And if you want me to stop, just say so, and I'll go back to my room."
She continued to wank him slowly, and unfastened the button on his pyjama's, letting him push them down, so she could see his exposed body.
"I've thought about doing this for a long time," she said quietly, "this and much more. You must be so lonely. He feels so lonely", as she squeezed his cock and moved her hand faster up and down, as George groaned aloud. She looked up at his face and noticed him staring at her boobs, half exposed through her nightie. Stopping what she was doing with her hand, she climbed up to straddle him, his hard cock nudging at her inner thighs. Leaning forward over him, she cupped a breast and lifted it out of her nightie.
