The day our lives started, mine and my sister's and our mother's, was forty years ago because I (Brian) came home early. That day is still as fresh in my mind as the day it happened.
I was 21 and completing my junior year at The University. Finals were about to begin and two of my classes had cancelled. Rather than hang around the campus, I went home at a time when no one was expecting me. I lived with my thirty-nine year old widowed mother, Brenda, and my eighteen year old sister, BrayAnn (Bray). My father had died in the late Forties from complications of wounds suffered in the Pacific Theater of WWII.
Those two females were total foxes, instant arousal, especially in the bikinis which were just becoming popular in the early Sixties. Dark haired and tall, Mom at five feet nine inches, Bray an inch taller, with slender builds, nicely proportioned breasts, firm rounded butts, often they were taken for sisters.
Neither dated nor socialized with the opposite sex much although not for lack of opportunity. Males were constantly hitting on them but they were just not interested. However, they did not display any same sex interest either. Most of our activities were with the family, we three together. Going out to dinner, movies, plays, concerts, amusement parks, or to the lake, it was normally just the three of us.
I had little experience with girls. By nature, I am not an aggressive person but rather passive. Most of my limited sexual experience had occurred with the girl being the initiator. I had thought and dreamed however.
I have been in love, I mean romantic love, and lust, with my mother since I was a small boy. As I grew older the only change in my feeling was it become deeper and stronger. No girl my age, no female, ever attracted or excited me as did my mother. I just wasn't interested in anyone else.
I knew my love would never be physically complete but I didn't care. Just being with and around Mom, a hug, a kiss on the cheek, a touch on a shoulder, arm or knee, was enough. I tried to be a good son, to help as much as possible, to lighten any and all of burdens, including taking care of my almost four year younger baby sister. I wanted to make Mom's life as pleasant and hassle free as possible. I hid my feelings because I did not want to cause Mom any anguish or discomfort.
I took care of Bray beginning when she was a baby. I can remember struggling to change her wet and smelly diapers so Mom would not have to. Whatever Bray needed, fixing a scraped knee or elbow, help with school or homework, I was the available supporting big brother, a surrogate father.
She was really no problem. When she was six she was going on thirty; and she was/is one of the smartest people I have ever known. Until that day, however, that's all she was, my 'baby' sister. All my dreams and desires, my hopes and wishes, my sexual fantasies, my lusts, were of Mom.
After arriving home that fateful day and going down the hallway to my bedroom, I heard a noise, a moan or groan, from my sister's room. It sounded as if she was in pain. Thinking something was wrong I pushed the door open. Starting to ask, "Bray, what's...," the rest of the question, ..."the problem?," was completed only in my mind.
Bray lay nude. The sheet and bedcover were pushed to the foot of the bed. Knees spread in the air, heels against buttocks, feet flat on the bed, her open body was facing me as I stood frozen in the doorway. Her head was back with her chin pointed toward the ceiling. While her left hand was gripping, squeezing, massaging a breast, her right was rubbing between her splayed legs with two fingers curling, disappearing into her body. The uncovered breast was topped by an erect round nubbin.
It was far and away the most sexy, erotic, and sensual sight I had ever seen. Pictures in magazines, movies I had watched, could not compare to the sight before me. I stood mesmerized by the lovely body, burning the view into my mind. I knew I had to remember this forever, knew I would close my eyes and play the memory over and over. I was so hard it was painful.
Suddenly Bray stiffened and gasped, breathing hard, almost panting. It sounded like she said, "OH Bri Bri I'm coming I'm coming It's good It feels so good OH OH.," but her words ran together, rising at the end.
As she visibly relaxed, her legs slowly straightened, stretching toward me. Her eyes opened, dreamily, unfocused, then looked directly into mine. For an instant she lay unmoving. Then her eyes widened and a look of pure utter terror flashed across her face. She screamed and rolled into a fetal ball facing the wall beside the bed. Her whole body shook as she sobbed bitterly. My arousal disappeared as fast as it had risen.
I slowly approached the bed and sat on the edge. I tentatively placed a hand on her shoulder and hesitantly said, "Bray, please don't cry. Please. I'm sorry I walked in on you. Please forgive me. Don't cry." I was almost crying myself.
Sobbing, hiccupping, Bray said, "Bri, please don't hate me. Don't think bad about me. I didn't want you to hear me. I didn't want you to know. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again. Please don't hate me."
"Hate you? For what? I don't understand?" I asked.
"For what I was doing. I... I know it's wrong. I shouldn't think it. I shouldn't do it. I won't do it again! I promise! Please forgive me!" BrayAnn's sobbing made it difficult to understand.
"For what? For... for... masturbating?," I couldn't use a crude word. This was my 'baby' sister although her body was to die for. It was a definitely grownup body. I couldn't see much now, rolled into a ball the way she was, but the curves from her shoulder to her waist to the swell of her hips, her rounded thighs drawn tightly to her chest and stomach, her calves tapering to her feet, were that of a totally and fully developed woman. She was no longer my BABY sister.
"I know I shouldn't feel about... shouldn't think about... it. But I was. I had such a feeling, so tingling, so itching, I, I had to do something. But, but I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I promise. But the more I thought about y... about having sex, and, wanting... wanting to, but... knowing I can't, knowing it's wrong, but, still, I still want... I, I just had to do something."
"Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed about. There's nothing wrong with it. Some may lie and deny they do it, but, probably, everyone does it. Including Mom."
That comment startled Bray and the sobs quit momentarily.
"Mom? Mom? Mom does? How do you know?" Bray asked with a sniffle.
"I've heard her." I said, thinking of the many times I had joined her, with her in her room, me in mine. Our bedrooms shared a wall. Many nights I lay in bed, a hand against the wall as if I was touching Mom, while the other raced up and down my dick in cadence with the faint sounds coming through the wall. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. And it's a whole lot better than taking a chance with some trashy boy who would brag about it, probably get you pregnant, then dump you."
A quiet little voice said, "I'm on the pill. It helps with my period. I don't know any BOY I want to have sex with. They are all so dumb and crude. I don't want to have anything to do with just any BOY." As BrayAnn spoke she straightened out a little, turning more onto her stomach and stretching her legs out, but she was still tense and stiff as a board.
I still had my hand on her shoulder, rubbing gently as I had since I sat down. As her sobbing and sniffling eased, I said "Are you o.k. now?" I did not know we had been talking at cross purposes, that I was misunderstanding every thing Bray said.
She sort of nodded her head, not saying anything.
Remorse at causing her pain washed through me. "Hey, listen. I love you. You didn't do anything wrong. You shouldn't be embarrassed. I am the one who was wrong. I should not have barged in on you. And when I did, I, I, should have left immediately. I should NOT have stayed to watch you; but... you were so beautiful... laying there, just gorgeous, I, I, just couldn't leave. I was wrong, not you, but I just couldn't... I had to watch. I AM sorry. I AM the one in the wrong, and you should, you must, forgive ME. O.K." I was pleading.
Bray sighed, and as if making a decision, turned onto her back. Her whole front was exposed in all of its glory as I sat next to her. Her breast brushed my forearm and I almost jumped off the bed.
Bray put her arm across my legs, holding me down as I tried to get up. With a very serious expression she looked directly into my eyes, her eyes switching, bouncing, from one of mine to the other. In the same still, soft voice Bray asked, "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"
"Oh God. Your Gorgeous. Your Lovely. Your Fantastic. And I got to get out of here! Your my SISTER!," I groaned hoarsely, trying again to get up. My arousal was back. I was rock hard and trembling. I wanted to feel those delightful breasts, stroke the satiny looking skin, explore that lovely body with my hands and mouth, get out of there while I had some control, before I did something I shouldn't.
She tightened her grip across my legs, keeping me from leaving. "Bri, I love you. Don't be upset. I can't forgive you; there is nothing to forgive. I'm glad you like to look at me. I want you to look at me. I've wanted you to for a long time." The sudden realization of what Bray had actually been saying hit me like a bolt of lightning. I was stunned! I had never considered her. I had never thought of her. Not in that way.
"Bray, I can't," I gasped. "I'm your BROTHER. We can't." I leaned back to grab the sheet at the foot of the bed, to draw it up and cover her nudity. As I did my face was right over the junction of her legs. Her pubic hair was sparse and fine, covering, shadowing, but not hiding her swollen lips. Her aroma was intoxicating. It flowed through my nostrils jolting my brain. I hesitated, still reaching for the sheet. I must have entered a trancelike state. I just had to taste the source of that delightful odor. I licked through the hair, across the top of her clitoris, down through the cleft of the lips.
Brays' body jerked as if hit by an electrical shock. "Yes! Yes! Do it! Please.," she whispered. "I've wondered how that would feel, if you would do it to me. It's wonderful. Do it some more. Please. Please, Bri."
I was lost. I buried my face between her legs. I engulfed her whole mound in my mouth. I ran my wriggling tongue over the lips. Her smell, her taste, was like an aphrodisiac. Never had I encountered anything so divine.
