|[Story Name]||Intrigued brother & sister|
|[Author]||from Famil letters|
One day when I was visiting a friend of mine, I noticed your magazine sitting on her coffee table. I was intrigued, so I picked it up and flipped through it. I realized that it was all about family members having sex with each other. Now I was really intrigued. I asked my friend about it and she got all defensive. I left it at that. But that's not the reason I'm writing.
I went home and told Judson about it, and we talked for a while about your magazine. Shortly after that, we began buying Family Letters for our own enjoyment and erotic library. We see no need to buy other porno magazines, and then end up tossing them or giving them away to our friends. We get all that we need from your family mags, alone. The only thing is that when our parents come to visit, we have to make sure they are put away in a well-hidden spot. Sorry, but they just wouldn't understand.
My "husband" Judson and I got married about seven years ago in Las Vegas in one of those Chapel of Love places. I know what you're thinking: What a way to start a marriage. It was fine with us, and it fitted our situation. We loved each other and wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. The only way we could do that was by getting married, or folks would start talking about us and how we're shacking up together.
We started sleeping together right after I graduated from high school. Judson was in the Army and stationed in North Carolina at the time. I had known him my whole life and thought I'd surprise him by going to visit. I had a few months to kill before I started college and thought I'd do some traveling and exploring first. I look back now and realize that I did more exploring than I had planned.
I flew out to North Carolina and went directly to Fort Bragg. Judson was glad to see me and took me around and showed me the base and surrounding area. We ended up at the enlisted club and had a few beers that evening. Then he took me to my billeting room and headed back to his barracks. I stayed there at Fort Bragg for about a week. I wasn't until the last night of my visit that we slept together.
Judson and I had been out most of the day, and ended our evening at the enlisted club where we drank and talked and danced as usual. I don't know how or why, but I started falling in love with him. I snuggled in closer to his chest and said, "I dread tomorrow coming, because that will mean that I have to leave. And I don't want to leave."
He hugged me closer and said, "I know. I really enjoyed having you come and visit, and I'm going to hate seeing you go. We have our own lives to live, and things to do, but you're welcome to come back and visit again soon." After he finished saying that, we just danced and held each other for a while.
When Judson walked me back to my billeting room, I asked him to come inside and sit and talk with me for the rest of the night. I didn't want to be alone my last night there.
We were sitting on the bed as we talked. I admit we were sitting really close to each other, because out of the blue I leaned forward and kissed him.
He pushed me back and said, "What was that all about? Why did you just kiss me?"
I remember blushing as I said, "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. It just felt right to kiss you at that moment. I thought that's what you wanted, and I thought you'd enjoy it."
Then Judson did the most romantic thing. He reached out and took my hands in his. Then he stood up and pulled me off the bed with him. Once standing, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me until I was weak in the knees. We probed each other's mouth with our tongues, and each other's body with our hands. Without saying a word, we fell back on the bed and began undressing each other.
Judson had his hands up my shirt and undid my bra in record time. Then he removed both my shirt and bra in the smoothest movement the I've ever experienced. His mouth was on my breast and his tongue playing with my nipples as soon as they cleared fabric. I held his head between my 36DDs for all I was worth. Judson managed to get my jeans and panties off while he paid homage to my breasts without me being too aware of what he was doing. He began kissing and licking my body as he worked his way down. I had never had a guy pay so much attention to details as Judson was that night. And he hasn't stopped yet; thank God.
Judson performed the best cunnilingus I could imagine. I must have had at least three orgasms during it. I couldn't wait to return the favor. I pushed him onto his back and straddled his legs. I tugged at his buckle until I got it open, then unzipped his jeans and pulled his manhood out. I admit I wasn't as smooth as he was, but he didn't say anything. He just let me do what I wanted. His manhood was huge, but at the time I didn't care. I shoved the whole thing in my mouth, or at least tried to before I started to gag.
Judson grabbed my shoulders and said, "Take it easy. You don't need to take all of it at once. Just take the head of it for now and work your way down the rest later."
I found out later that his manhood measured nine inches from bast to tip. I sucked on it for little while, and then tried to take more and more in. I had gotten myself worked up into a frenzy, and needed to have his manhood in my womanhood instead of my mouth. I got up and began getting into position. As I said, I wasn't experienced enough to do it gracefully. Judson saved me by grasping my wrist and rolling me over onto my back. He got up and finished undressing, then he got back onto the bed, lingered at my womanhood for a second or two before sliding his manhood in. It felt so good, it was incredible. He just didn't fuck me, he made love to me that night. We made love several times, and even did it doggie-style. I just loved it that way.
I ended up going to college in Georgia, and flew out to wherever Judson was stationed whenever I could. We'd get a billeting room and make love whenever we got together.
Judson took furlough at the end of his TDY and we flew to Las Vegas and got married. All of our friends know us as a happily married couple. Which we are, but we're also brother and sister. It makes for an interesting time when Mom and Dad come over for a visit. We have to listen to: "When are one of you going to get married? Why don't you find yourself a husband or wife?" Depends on who they're talking to. They harp on the fact that we live/stay together. They say things like, "You need to give your brother/sister some room. It's nice that you care about each other, (if they only knew) and share your lives, but people may start to talk." (Then again?)
Judson and I have worked on giving our folks their first grandchild. I'm four months pregnant as of this writing.