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The summer I turned ten my parents bought a house in the country. The property was a remnant of what was once a large farm but all the cropland had been sold as a separate parcel. My father bought the old farmhouse and barn along with several acres of woodland and elderberry thickets. The price was right and we could move out of the city. My sister, Penny, was almost two years older than I and as a result of the age gap we had separate lives while living in the apartment complex in the city. When we moved to the farm we were thrown together as playmates. There were no other children who lived close to us and out of expediency we became companions. We had a grand time exploring our new, exciting surroundings together and in a week or two despite being siblings had become fast friends. We explored the woods and the thickets along the little creek that bordered our place. We were explorers in a trackless jungle or a prince and princess who had been banished to the forest by a wicked queen. There was one place in the creek that was deep and wide enough for swimming. We would play in the thickets until the sound of motherís police whistle called us to the house. We were left pretty much on our own and played endlessly but when Mom blew that whistle we knew we had to run to the house immediately. We were in ten and eleven year old heaven for we had unlimited freedom compared to the city. The barn was large with a hay loft in the top. The ground floor was one large open area with a concrete floor. Dad used this as his workshop and garaged his and motherís cars there. In the loft there were two rooms and a bath with a shower partitioned off from the main area. One room had been used for storage and had shelves on two sides. The other had been used as living quarters for a hired hand. My sister and I claimed this room and the loft for our rainy day playroom. The little room, as we called the hired handís room, was still furnished with a double bed, a work counter with a gas hot plate, a space heater, table, and chairs. Mom had helped us clean the place up and put fresh linen and blankets on the bed. We had brought a radio, some books, toys, and games from the house to give us something to do when we were banished to the barn. Dad had hung a rope swing from the rafters in the loft to round out our little private world. One rainy morning we were being our noisy selves in the house when Mom sent us to the barn to play and give her some peace. After what seemed like ages we tired of books and decided to explore the barn. We had looked everywhere before but this time we explored in detail. When Mom called us for lunch we had looked in every box, every corner, and every crevasse in the loft. After lunch we went back to the little room to play and after a while lay on the bed and took a nap together. I woke up to a strange noise, my sister was tugging at a board behind the bed. When I asked her what she was doing she told me that she had found a loose board and was tugging at it when she saw something hidden behind it. I helped her and soon we had worked it away from the wall enough to see some papers hidden in the space in the wall. Eagerly we pulled everything out and lay it on the bed. There were several magazines and what appeared to be little comic books. I took one of the comic books and began to leaf through it looking at the pictures. Wow! I had never seen one of my favorite comic characters doing things like this. My sister was looking at the pictures in a magazine and sat transfixed as she turned the pages. We had found some nameless farm handís erotic stash. "Bobby have you ever seen anything like this before?", she asked. "No, are the people doing what I think they are doing?", I asked in return. I knew about sex from playground conversations but had never seen exactly how the act was accomplished. In the magazines there were photos that were explicit and left nothing to the imagination. I moved to Pennyís side and looked at the pictures with her. The men had penises that looked huge and the women seemed to have an ax wound between their legs surrounded by a mat of hair. I knew that my penis was no match for the examples in the pictures. After a few minutes Penny began to answer my question. "Remember when we lived in the apartment that sometimes we would hear funny noises coming from Mom and Dadís bedroom? This is what they were doing." "Is this how adults do it Penny?" "Yes. . . . Itís supposed to feel good and be fun.", was Pennyís reply. "It looks like it would be uncomfortable to me." I didnít believe what I had just said for I had the biggest erection ever from looking at the pictures. I was also acutely aware of Penny sitting beside me. "Itís supposed to be the best thing ever. . . . Can you keep a secret Bobby?" "What secret?" "We wonít tell Mom and Dad about these books. We will keep them secret and read them when we are up here alone. If we tell they will take the books away from us." I didnít want to lose this treasure before I got a chance to see all of it and if I crossed Penny she would pound me into the middle of next year so I agreed.
We heard our Dad open the barn door to park his car and we quickly replaced everything in the hiding place and replaced the loose board. Unless you were a few inches away from it the board looked like it was firmly attached. Someone had made a clever hiding place. We ran down the stairs and greeted Dad as he parked the car. We all ran to the house through the rain. The next morning Penny and I went to the barn and spent the morning looking at pictures. Penny read to me out of the magazines and I read to her out of the little comic books. I had no idea of the many ways to have sex but by lunch time I had seen pictures of every conceivable way a man and a woman could copulate. There were detailed pictures of oral, anal, and straight sex. Penny and I discussed the pictures and found some of them downright funny, some scary, and all interesting. I had an erection that mercifully my jeans hid and I could feel the heat radiate from Pennyís warm body close by me. After lunch we returned to the loft and continued to read the magazines. We had looked at all the pictures at least twice over leaving the stories and text as the only thing new left to explore. Penny read a story about a young coupleís first lovemaking experience and the words struck fire in my groin. The detailed descriptions of what they did and how it felt drove me to states of desire I had never felt before. I noticed the tiny beads of sweat on Pennyís forehead and upper lip. I could see her shorts pressed against her crotch as she sat cross-legged on the bed. Every detail of her body stood out as she read and etched itself in my consciousness. That was the moment she ceased being my sister and became an object of my physical desire. I was lying on my stomach in front of her and I began to stare at her crotch and inner thighs. As she read my imagination began to take her clothes off and I fantasized about what she would look like naked in front of me. As my erect penis pressed into the mattress I imagined it sinking into Pennyís soft nether parts. Penny noticed me staring at her and smiled as she asked, "Would you like to do that with a girl?" Caught off guard by her question I had to think a few seconds before I answered. I wanted to tell her that I wanted to do it with her but was afraid, besides she was my sister. Brothers and sisters didnít do things like that together, did they? I took the safe way out and answered, "I would like to make love to a girl sometime. The problem is finding a girlfriend out here in the boondocks." Penny laughed at my answer and replied, "I would like to make love with a boy also but Iím a little afraid. They say that the first time a girl makes love it hurts when she loses her virginity." "Why does it hurt the first time?", I asked her. Penny explained about hymens and what happened to a girl her first time. I listened fascinated by her explanation, visualizing a penis disappearing into a vagina and wondering how much blood would result when the hymen tore. Too bad girls had a tattletale between their legs. We had been shy about discussing these things only this morning but as the day had progressed that had been overcome by curiosity. We were talking about another girl and another boy as we discussed our desire for sexual experience. I wanted to get the conversation to shift to us but couldnít figure out how to arrange that. As I tried to think of an opening to turn the conversation to specifics Mom called us to the house. Mom had made a pitcher of lemonade and we sat under a shade tree with her and talked as we sipped on icy glasses of fresh squeezed lemonade. When we finished Mom went about her chores and we eliminated one activity after another from our list of things to do. The afternoon was hot so we decided to go wading in the creek. We put on bathing suits and ran out to the shallow area that was in sight of the house and waded down to the deeper swimming hole. We splashed and swam in the creek for a while and then lay on the bank soaking up the sun. I must have dozed off for I was awakened by Pennyís laughter. When I looked at her she pointed at my swimming trunks and said, "Whatís that?" That was an erection making a tent of my trunks. Embarrassed, I quickly rolled over on my tummy to hide my condition and Penny quit laughing. She began to talk about our secret books and as I visualized the pictures I became even more aroused and my erection refused to subside. I became uncomfortable laying on my tummy so I sat up and crossed my legs as we continued our conversation. I racked my brain trying to think of a way to broach the subject of us when out of the clear blue sky Penny asked, "Bobby, would you show me yours?" I was surprised speechless for a moment, my sister was asking to see my penis. I couldnít think of anything to say except, "Why?" "I just want to see it. Weíve looked at all the pictures of boys and girls and I would like to see what a real one looks like.", she answered. I remembered the pictures of the women and the large gash they had between their legs. I was more than curious about Penny as well. "Will you show me yours too?", I asked and waited expectantly for her answer. Penny was quiet for a while and seemed to be thinking. Finally she said, "Yes but you first." Feeling very self-conscious I pulled my trunks down and lay back on the grass. Penny moved close by my side and sat staring at my erect penis. She reached out and touched it on the head and I flinched at this unexpected contact. "Iím sorry, did I hurt you?", she asked. "No, you just surprised me thatís all.", I replied. "Can I touch it again?" "Yes, but be careful for thatís tender down there.", I said. Penny explored everything from the head to my scrotum. She asked me questions and I answered them as best as I could. After she had satisfied her curiosity I pulled up my trunks and then asked her to show me hers. She was reluctant but after some argument she pulled the bottom of her swimsuit down and lay on her back with her knees bent and her legs parted so I could get a good look. There was some peach fuzz and she had a little slit, not a huge gaping gash as the women in the pictures did. I gently pulled the lips apart so I could see inside and there was a little hole on the bottom and a tiny fold of skin with a little bump at the top. When I touched the pink flesh inside it was wet and slippery. Penny told me that when she touched the little bump at the top it tickled and felt good. I put my finger on it and she giggled and squirmed away from me. Unfortunately, Momís whistle prematurely interrupted my explorations. Penny pulled up her swimsuit and we ran to the house. At dinner that night Mom announced that her brother and sister had called and wanted to visit with their spouses. After talking things over with Dad they agreed to the visit. Mom and Dad discussed the arrangements they would have to make for the visit and when they discussed sleeping arrangements it was obvious that Penny and I were losing our rooms temporarily. Penny suggested that we could sleep in the little room in the barn while we had visitors. After some discussion between Mom and Dad that was settled. The next morning we moved some of our clothes to the loft and enough toilet articles to stock our bathroom. We were excited about "camping out" and asked if we could sleep there tonight. After lunch we helped Mom get our rooms ready for our visitors. Tomorrow we would have aunts and uncles coming out our ears.
After dinner Penny and I went to the barn and got ready for bed. Penny changed into a nightgown and I put on pajamas. We sat talking about all the excitement tomorrow when we heard someone coming up the stairs. The stairs made loud squeaks when anyone climbed up or down and made it impossible for anyone to get up to the loft unheard. Mom and Dad came in and sat with us for awhile before tucking us into bed. We lay awake for a long time continuing our talk about the visit tomorrow. The sandman slipped up on us and eventually we fell asleep. I had never slept with anyone before and I was awakened several times during the night by Pennyís movements. The next morning I was awakened by Penny getting back in bed after going to the bathroom. She slid up close to me and the warm place around me. I felt two cold feet on my legs as she complained about the cold floor. Her back as turned toward me and as she snuggled closer to get warm her butt ran into my morning erection. I started to pull away but she only followed me and pressed against me even harder. "Does that thing stay like that all the time?", she asked. "No, but first thing in the morning before I go pee it is hard." "What happens after you pee?" "It gets soft and limp.", I answered. "Go pee so I can see it soft." I got out of bed and went to the bathroom and took a morning whiz. I quickly returned to the bed and climbed in and snuggled against Pennyís warm body. I felt her grope for my penis and feel it while it was soft. As she explored it became hard again. "I thought it got soft after you went to the bathroom.", she said. "It did but when you played with it I got excited and it got hard again." "Does it feel good when I touch you like this?", she asked. "Yes, I like that but it would feel better if I pulled my pajamas down.", I said as I slid the bottoms down to my knees. Penny began to play with my penis, stroking it up and down with her hand. I was in heaven. "I read in one of the magazines that this was supposed to feel good when you did this with your hand.", she said. "Bobby, you can touch me there if you want." When I reached over for her I was surprised to find her gown was up around her waist and she wasnít wearing panties. I slid my finger into her slit and she guided me to her little button and showed me how to stroke it gently. I loved the feel of her warm soft vagina and the wet slippery flesh under my fingers. I slid a fingertip in the little hole and was rewarded by a little moan from Penny. We continued to masturbate each other until we heard the back door of the barn open and Dad yelled up at us to get up and come to breakfast. We shouted back an answer and Dad returned to the house. Penny cautioned me to keep quiet about what we had been doing if I wanted to continue to have fun with her. I had no intention of saying anything for I figured that Mom and Dad would kill us both if they found out, besides I had enjoyed this morning more than anything I had ever done before. I had never kissed my sister on the lips but it seemed like the thing to do so I gave her a big hug and a sloppy kiss. She surprised me by returning my kiss and pressed her body against me. My erect penis probed the softness between her legs and it felt wonderful. I moved my hips around trying to slip between her legs but she kept her thighs pressed together. We lay this way for a moment or two before we broke apart and got out of bed. "For a little brother youíre not bad.", she said. "Think you can wait until tonight? Maybe weíll try some new things." "Whatever you want Penny." "Iíll hold you to your promise Bobby." We finished dressing and ran to the house and our waiting breakfast. The guests arrived in mid afternoon and everything was in an uproar. We were introduced to aunts and uncles we hadnít seen in a long time. Penny and I had the usual fuss made over us and received the usual amount of hugs and kisses. The rest of the day was a blur of people talking about things I didnít understand. It was late evening when we got back to our little room and slid into bed. We were both so tired that we fell asleep almost immediately. We were awakened by someone coming up the stairs the next morning to get us for breakfast. It was our uncle and he made sure we were awake before he left. We didnít have time for anything except getting up and dressing for breakfast. It was Saturday and Mom and Dad had a whole day planned. We went sightseeing around the countryside and to a movie that evening. Penny and I were so worn out we didnít do anything except sleep when we went to bed. The next morning we were awakened again by our uncle. We spent Sunday at home. Everyone came out to the barn and took a tour of our loft. They thought it was grand to have such a nice place to play out of the weather. Penny whispered to me that she thought it would be grand if we could have some time to play alone.
After lunch we just sat around and acted lazy until someone mentioned that it was hot. That brought a suggestion of swimming. It wasnít long until everyone went trooping to the creek and jumped into the cool water in our swimming hole. We played and splashed for the rest of the afternoon. After dinner we sat around talking about nothing and just relaxing. When we finally made it to bed Penny and I fell asleep immediately after all the activity of the day. The next morning we woke up before anyone came to get us and were just getting into mutual masturbation when someone called us for breakfast. We managed a hug and kiss. Again I tried to push my penis inside Pennyís soft nether parts but she pulled away and told me I would have to wait until we had the time to do it right. After lunch Penny and I were left at home in the care of our uncle and his wife while Mom took her sister and her husband into town. Dad had to work all week so that left the four of us at the farm. Penny and I went to the barn to play and as we sat in the little room playing a game we noticed, from our window, our uncle and his wife walking toward the swimming hole. About a half hour later we finished the game and decided to join them. We changed into our bathing suits and walked toward the creek. Penny stopped and put her finger to her lips signaling for quiet just before we got to the clearing. I could hear some strange noises coming from that direction. Quietly Penny led me to a place off the trail where we could see into the clearing without being seen. When we got into position we were in for quite a show. Uncle was laying on his back and his wife was on top rocking back and forth. Her back was toward us and we could see all the action clearly. His big penis was buried in her vagina and she was working up and down on it. We could hear the wet slippery sounds they made each time they thrust in and out. Penny and I lay side by side in the bushes and watched as their lovemaking progressed. Uncle was making grunting noises and trying to thrust deeper into his wifeís vagina and she was making little animal noises in her throat as she matched him thrust for thrust. Uncle lunged upward and she let out a loud moan and collapsed on his chest. They lay very still kissing each other and we could see a thick white liquid dribble down the shaft of his penis. After a few minutes they got up and went into the water naked. Penny and I slipped back to the barn and changed our clothes. We talked about what we had seen and Penny asked me if I would like to do that with her tonight when we got to bed. I had a raging erection and was ready then but she figured our uncle and his wife would be coming back from swimming any time. We didn't want to get caught but we were both aroused by what we had observed and wanted to try it ourselves as soon as possible. After dinner we excused ourselves as quickly as manners allowed and went to our little room and got ready for bed. We lay in the darkness for a while and when no one came to tuck us in we started kissing each other. I slid a hand between Pennyís legs and began to play with her and massage her little button with a fingertip. She began to stroke my penis with her hand and when I tried to get on top she stopped me and got out of bed. She grabbed a bath towel from the bathroom and put it under me as I lay on my back. Penny got on top and straddled my hips and put my penis against her little slit. She pushed down but it wouldnít penetrate. Every time we tried to push it in it would either bend or slip aside. She moved down and took me in her mouth. I had seen pictures of this but hardly expected my sister to do it to me. She bobbed her head up and down a few times and I was wet with her saliva. Again she sat astride me and tried to insert my penis. This time it would go partially inside but would not break through her hymen. We tried until my penis dried and things got painful for both of us. Next she moved up until her soft mound was above my face. She asked me to kiss her and rub her little button with my tongue. I was in such a state I would have done anything to get to try to penetrate her warm softness again so I did as I was told. What I thought would be quite revolting turned out to be a very pleasant experience. I gingerly pushed my tongue into her hairless slit and massaged her button. I grew braver and began to thrust my tongue into her little hole as deep as it would reach. It wasnít too long until my face was wet and slippery from my saliva and her juices. She was making little noises in her throat like auntie was this afternoon when she pulled away and again took a position astride my hips. I was rock hard with an erection and she was wet and slippery from my deep tonguing. She took my penis and placed it in the opening of her vagina and pressed downward until she met the resistance of her hymen. She stopped for a second or two before she thrust down firmly and I felt something let go and slid deep inside her. Penny lay atop me and hugged me close as I enjoyed sensations that were almost indescribably pleasant. My penis was trapped in a warm, wet, slippery prison that no prisoner would ever try to escape. I could feel little ripples of contractions deep inside Penny. She kissed me and forced her tongue between my lips and deep into my mouth. We lay like this for a long time kissing each other deeply and enjoying the joining of our bodies. Penny began to rock back and forth and I matched her movements. To this day I cannot describe the pleasure I felt as the warm slippery flesh of Pennyís vagina slid up and down on my penis. After a while I could feel the walls of her vagina tighten and then a tickling sensation began in the head of my penis. When the tickling became almost unbearable Penny contracted strongly and lay limp on top of me. We lay quietly in each otherís arms and enjoyed the intimacy of the moment. After a while Penny got up and led me to the bathroom. There were bloodstains on me and between her legs. The towel she had put under me was stained also. We cleaned up in the shower, returned to bed, and fell asleep cuddled up spoon fashion. We woke up early and lay in each otherís arms kissing and generally making clumsy attempts at foreplay. When we tried to make love again Penny was too sore to enjoy it so we just talked about the night before and our new circumstances. Until this summer we had never been really close. I guess our relationship was normal for a brother and sister for we had traveled in different circles. The summer had forced us to keep each otherís company and this was the morning after the night before. Penny had taken an irreversible step and we lay discussing the consequences as we understood them at our age. One thing was certain and that was I wanted to stay close to my sister. I felt protective and held her close as we lay talking. I felt content to have her laying beside me in the warm bed. I was concerned that I had hurt her last night but she reassured me that everything was normal. She told me that in a couple of days the soreness would be gone and we could enjoy each other whenever we had an opportunity. That was the beginning of a long journey that continued until Penny left for college. There were incidents of interest that occurred such as the time when Penny had her first period and scared me half to death. I watched her breasts develop from two little nipples to a pair of pert globes that I never tired of fondling and kissing. Then there was the time when I matured enough to ejaculate and we had to get serious about birth control. In the intervening years between that morning and Pennyís departure for college we grew up together, matured together, and explored a forbidden love that was as tender and deep as possible for two people. We shared emotional bonds secured in the strength of a brother, sister relationship and enriched with the volatility of lovers. We were inseparable; friends and lovers. With a lot of luck we managed to keep our secret from our parents and our friends. We seldom dated others and when we did it was only to camouflage our private life. One would be in agony while the other was with someone else. One boy tried to take liberties with Penny on a date and when she told me I was enraged. I cornered him in a parking lot and the ferocity of my attack left him unconscious and bleeding on the pavement. Penny had no further problems with boys after that. We used study as an excuse to be alone together in the loft and as a result both of us made good grades. Our parents were happy with our scholarship and seldom invaded our private world in the little room. When we were alone together our universe was complete. We were a pair of studious nerds out of the mainstream of teenage society. I was devastated when Penny left home to go to the university. I moped around for days and had a generally hard time adjusting to life without her. We wrote long letters to each other and poured out our hearts. Penny kept reminding me that I would be graduating in the spring and would be able to join her in the fall semester but that was a whole year away. First and foremost I missed Pennyís company but it wasnít long until I missed the other half of our relationship more. I had sex regularly since I was ten and the sudden celibacy Pennyís absence imposed became an unrelenting burden. I had never had relationships with other girls and couldnít bring myself to start one now. I loved my sister and we had pledged our loyalty to each other. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and I found out the hard way how true this was. Penny came home over the Thanksgiving Holiday and we had a fast and furious reunion. Christmas rolled around and we had a glorious two weeks together. Spring break came and went all too soon and then I had the long wait until school was out. We spent the summer together on the farm. Penny had some studying to do before fall semester and we used that as an excuse to spend long hours in our little room. Sex was of paramount importance for the first week or two but afterwards it became something to do when the mood struck us. We were lovers with years of time together and were as familiar as an old married couple despite our ages. This was to be our last summer together with no responsibilities. The days and weeks rolled by and we used the time to get reacquainted and deepen our relationship. We had become young adults and fully understood our unusual relationship. It was our responsibility to keep our secret and protect our parents from scandal. In late July we had a family conference and discussed the coming school year. Finances were the main topic for the expense of two people in college was a major item in our parentís budget. Penny had a scholarship that covered tuition and fees and I had won a cash scholarship that would just about cover the same. Room and board was the big item. Penny suggested that we rent a small apartment and then we could live together and prepare our own meals. Mom and Dad liked the idea and the item was settled. Dad took some vacation days and we drove to the city and looked for us a place to live. After some searching we found a place that was within walking distance of everything. It was a garage apartment behind an older coupleís house. They were very conservative and wouldnít rent to an unmarried couple but a brother and sister was a different matter. They were impressed that the whole family had come to look at the place. The furniture was sparse but in good shape. The bedrooms had double beds and a table and chair for study. The kitchen, dining, and living room was a single large open area and quite homey. We had privacy and a quiet neighborhood around us. The rent was reasonable and Dad signed the lease. We spent the rest of the week with our parents looking for the little things to round out our new home. We made one trip back to the farm and loaded our personal belongings and extra household items that Mom donated. By the weekend Penny and I had a nice place to live. We spent the last few weeks before registration on the farm with our parents. This was a bittersweet time for all of us. I was the last to leave the family nest and Mom and Dad were reluctant to let go. The days passed and then the big day arrived. Our parents drove us to the city and helped us get settled in. They spent the night in our apartment and after breakfast the next morning left for the farm. Penny and I found ourselves alone in our own place. We had been lovers for eight years but there was a special magic about this morning. It was our first day together on our own. We didnít have to listen with half an ear for someone coming up the stairs. We could simply lock the door and refuse to answer if anyone knocked. For the first time in our lives we had real privacy. Penny was washing up the breakfast dishes and I went to help her. We were two people, alone, with no pretenses just doing the things that needed to be done. Penny stood beside me dressed in a plain, comfortable dress wearing no makeup with her hair in disarray. When we got close to each other I could smell the real woman; her musk, her sweat; and not what the perfumerís art dictated. The books say that there are no known human pheromones but I dispute that. Whoever wrote the book has never had an intimate moment with a woman he loved au naturel. It began with an accidental touch; perhaps when I handed her a plate to rinse. Then we both felt a need to touch and be touched in the fleeting instants the task allowed. A hip brushed a hip, shoulders brushed by each other, fingers contacted fingers as the dishes slowly moved from one side of the counter to the drain rack. For a moment anything more than a caress in passing would have been too much, an overload of information for our nerve endings. Like a drug we found a need for more and stood hip to hip, the touch maintained, as our bodies found a need for constant contact to communicate. Words would have been an intrusion, everything that needed to be exchanged passed between us in the warmth of our touching. The flood of communication became too great for the tiny contact of the hips and shoulders touched to widen the channel and the need to feel the intimate warmth of the other person became overwhelming as the last item was put in the drain rack.

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