Hi Angela,

I’d been in the garden all afternoon and it was a really hot day. The heat finally got to me and I fainted on the lawn. I was only out for a minute or so but, when I came round, my brother had pulled my skirt up was feeling my pussy through knickers. He didn’t realize that I was watching him through my half closed eyes, and I wondered how far he would go as he pulled my knickers aside and looked at my pussy. He was fifteen, two years older than me, and he’d always tried to spy on me in the bathroom or through my bedroom keyhole, so I wasn’t surprised that he’d taken the opportunity to have a good look between my legs.
 
He parted my pussy lips and exposed my small hole. I was about to sit up but he stroked my smooth lips and ran his fingertip up and down my crack. I knew that it was wrong, but it felt wonderful and I just lay there with my eyes half closed and allowed him to stroke me. Mum called out from the house and my brother put my knickers back in place and pulled my skirt down. He helped me to me feet and got me a drink of water, and that was that.

Over the next few days, I kept thinking about my brother stroking me and how nice it had been. I also wondered what he’d have done if mum hadn’t called us. Although I wanted to give him another opportunity to touch me, I knew that couldn’t pretend to faint again. Luckily, the following weekend, mum and dad went out for the evening. I was watching television, lying on the sofa in my short skirt, when I had an idea. I told my brother that I’d taken one of mum’s sleeping pills as I was having bad nights. I said that I was going to bed, but I pretended to fall asleep on the sofa.

My plan worked, and he knelt on the floor beside the sofa and pulled my skirt up. I breathed deeply, feigning sleep, and he pulled my knickers down and stroked my pussy lips. He knew that the sleeping pills were very strong and there was no way I’d wake up, so he could do what he liked to me. The game was exciting because, as far as he knew, I was completely innocent. I knew that, if he went too far, I could wake up and stop him.

As he pulled my knickers off my feet and parted my thighs and opened my pussy crack, I began to tremble. I’d never had a boyfriend or been touched, and I’d not discovered masturbation. I’d thought about boys and sex because my hormones hadn’t kicked in and I was more interested in girlie things. But, as my brother pushed a finger into my small hole, I realized what I’d been missing. I could feel his finger deep inside my small vagina, moving about and massaging me. My cream, as I used to call it, was flowing and his finger made squelching sounds as he moved it in and out of my vagina.

After a few minutes, he took his finger out and kissed my pussy lips. I wanted to stop him as he pushed his tongue into my crack and licked my hard clitoris, but I was hot with passion and my heart was banging. I knew how wrong it was, but the pleasure outweighed everything and I just lay there allowing my brother to lick between my lips. He pushed his tongue into my vagina and I could hear him slurping, sucking out my cream. I knew that he was always looking at porn sites on the internet and that’s where he must have learned about pussy licking. Then his finger entered me again and he parted my lips and licked and sucked my clitoris. My first ever orgasm came and I thought I was in heaven. I was shaking, making little noise, as I was sure that he’d realize that I wasn’t sleeping. I could feel my clitoris pumping and my cream coming out and I never wanted him to stop.

After that evening, I played the sleeping pill trick whenever my parents went out for the evening. I often wondered whether my brother realized that I wasn’t sleeping. Whether he knew or not didn’t matter because I was enjoying beautiful orgasms. After six months, the game went further. For now, I won’t say anymore than that.

Linda.

Hi Angela,

It all really kicked off when I was 12 and Mary was 9. We shared a room, so I knew she was masturbating. I could hear her quietly panting and moaning really quietly some nights when the lights were out and we were in bed. It used to make me quite horny as it happens, and I'd often "join in" by fingering my cunt and twisting my nipples, keeping as quiet as I could. Anyway, neither of us spoke about masturbation to each other. We just got on with it.

Sometimes Mary would join me in bed, if she got scared or something, or just wanted some company. We'd cuddle up together in a sisterly sort of a way and sleep.

Until that fateful day when I got seduced. Yes!! It wasn't me who made the move!! Mary had joined me one night, saying she was cold, and she snuggled up against me for warmth. I gave her a cuddle as usual, and I lay there, expecting that we would go to sleep as usual. But Mary had other ideas.

She snuggled round and started to kiss me softly. I wasn't too surprised by the affection, she often gave me little kisses. I returned them, our lips brushing together, tenderly and gently. And then I felt her hand sliding inside my t-shirt (we were both sleeping in t-shirt/panties. And she started to caress my nipple.

Well I am lost if my nipples get touched. The rougher the better as it happens. So it seems Mary knew this, probably because (as I later found out) she is exactly the same. In fact I can make myself orgasm just by twisting and pulling at my nipples, without touching my cunt at all. Anyway, I knew in my heart I should stop her....I just couldn't… it felt too good. So instead I slid my hand up her t-shirt and returned the favour on her tiny little nipple.

Mary groaned with pleasure, squirmed round and straddled my leg. I could feel her little white cotton panties rubbing against my thigh, and they were very wet indeed. Later I will tell you how much wet panties turn me on, but for now, just know that I couldn't have stopped for anything.

Mary flipped my t-shirt up and latched her mouth onto my swollen nipple. I have no idea how she knew to do this. Instinct perhaps. But oh god it was wonderful. My hand stroked down her chest and slipped inside the waistband of her little panties. She squirmed a little to allow me better access, and I began running my finger up and down her wet, hairless little slit.

Before too long, her hand was inside my panties and exploring, parting the lips of my cunt and touching me, stroking me, feeling me. I felt like I was on fire, about to explode.

My fingers slid up and down her slit, not entering her, just teasing, caressing, exciting her, circling her little clit, which was poking out between her puffy little bald lips and then back down again.

Her hand, meanwhile was very busy indeed inside my panties. I arched my back to giver her better access. She didn't put a finger into my cunt either, rather just rubbed and pressed. Which was absolutely fine by me. I pushed myself against her hand and re-doubled the work my fingers were doing on her tiny hairless cunt.

Obviously we were both being really quiet, whimpering and moaning though we were. I felt Mary's body arching against my hand and knew she was cuming. That was enough to set me going too, and I came in huge shuddering waves, soaking Mary's fingers and my panties.

And that's pretty much the way it went for a few months. Because you see I didn't know how to do anything more adventurous. Until I got myself a teacher...............

Anon.

Hi Angela,

My brother is four years older than me. When I was young, he introduced me to a game he called, playing farms. I remember the first time we played farms. Our parents weren't around and he took his clothes off and got on all fours. He said that he was the cow and I was the milkmaid. His cock was hanging down between his legs and he told me to milk him. He put a small milking bucket on the floor and I sat bedside him and ran my hand up and down his cock. I'd seen a cow being milked on TV so I knew what to do. His cock was really hard and when creamy milk came out and squirt into the bucket, I was amazed. We played farms almost every day, and I enjoyed the game. Then, things went further.

One afternoon he suggested that I drink the milk. He said that it would do me good and asked me to lie on the floor beneath him. He lowered his body and pushed his cock into my mouth and told me to suck. I sucked and gobbled on his knob and, when the milk came out and filled my mouth, I loved the taste. I drank it all, thinking that it was good for me, and I was eager to play the game again. I drank his milk whenever I had the opportunity and I loved the game.

One evening, he said that it was my turn to be milked. Not having a cock, I didn't know what he meant. He said that he'd show me so I took my clothes off and got on all fours. He sat behind me and rubbed my pussy lips and ran his finger up and down my slit and, to my surprise, a lot of cream dripped from my pussy. Over the next few days, we took turns to milk each other. Again, things went further. He pushed a finger into my tight hole, which felt like heaven, and massaged deep inside me to bring out the milk. We then progressed to the point where he lay on the floor beneath me and drank my milk.

I loved having my pussy licked and sucked and we played the game every day. My first orgasm came one morning when our parents were still asleep. My brother came into my room and I played the part of the cow and he licked and sucked my pussy. He then parted my lips and sucked and licked my clitoris. I didn't know I had a clitoris, until my orgasm came. God, what an amazing experience it was. From that day on, I was hooked. I allowed my brother to drink my milk and take me to orgasm every day, sometimes twice in one day. Again, things progressed.

We both stripped naked and lay on my bed and drank each other's milk. It was, of course, the sixty-nine position. We perfected our sucking and licking so that we both had our orgasms together. I remember the sucking and gulping sounds as we drank, and I couldn't get enough. Whenever we had the chance, we'd lay on the bed sucking and slurping until the milk came out. During my days at school, I couldn't wait until the evenings so we could play farms and drink milk. Things progressed further, but I'll tell you about that another time.

Leyla, UK.

Hi Angela,

I won't say how old I was at the time but I had no pussy hairs and my sister was a year younger than me when our incestuous lesbian relationship began. It started one night when she came into my room and got into bed with me. I didn't think anything of it as she used to have bad dreams and often slept with me. But this night was very different. She started feeling between my legs, running her fingertips over the lips of my young pussy and up and down my tight slit. Initially, I was shocked. However, I assumed that she was dreaming and, as I rather liked the sensations, I allowed her to carry on.

I'd discovered my clitoris some years before and loved masturbation and orgasms. But I had no idea that my little sister knew about such things, until she started massaging my clitoris. She repeatedly slipped her finger deep into my very wet vagina and then dragged my pussy cream up to my clitoris to lubricate me there. I was on my back with my legs open, and I knew that I should stop her, but she was sending my arousal through the roof. She knew exactly what to do, and I was close to a beautiful orgasm and I had no power to stop her.

I knew that it was wrong and I should send her back to her own bed, but my orgasm came with an explosion and shook my young body. No one had ever touched me before, and I couldn't believe the amazing pleasure she was bringing me. I was tempted to masturbate her but, as my climax melted and I came to my senses, I was flooded with guilt and shame. I then fell asleep and that was that.

I said nothing about it the following day but, that night, the same thing happened. I thought that she was massaging me in her sleep, possibly having another sexy dream, so I didn't stop her as she fingered my tight vagina and rubbed my hard clitoris. She masturbated me for several minutes and, when my orgasm came, it was fantastic. She then ran her hands over my developing breasts and played with my erect nipples, and I loved the sensations. I honestly thought that she was sleeping, so I slipped my hand between her thighs and ran my finger up and down her tiny crack. She lay on her back with her legs wide open and began to tremble as I massaged her hard clitoris. Was she sleeping? She gasped and writhed in my bed, obviously enjoying an amazing orgasm, and I couldn't believe that she was sleeping.

She came to my bed three or four nights each week and we masturbated each other. We said nothing to each other during the day and I assumed that she was either too embarrassed to say anything or she really had been sleeping. Our lesbian incest progressed to the point where we were licking and sucking each other's clitorises and I knew then that she was as much awake as I was. But, the funny thing was, we never spoke about it. During the day, we were two normal young sisters. During the night, we were entwined in lesbian lust, sucking and licking and writhing in orgasm.

I'm eighteen now and we still make love in my bed at night, but nothing has ever been said. We both love the nights but I often wonder when it will end - if ever.

Jenny.

Hello Angela,

My parents were old, very strict, very old fashioned and very religious. My brother and I weren't allowed out after six o'clock at night, even though he was 13 and I was 14. When we were allowed out during the day, we could only play on the village green in view of the house. During the summer evenings, all we could do was sit in our bedrooms or play about in the garden. Life was incredibly boring. We did have a television, but were only allowed to watch what dad wanted to watch.

We'd made a camp in the bushes at the end of the garden where we had picnics and played board games. One evening, my brother suggested that we play doctors and nurses. He said it in all innocence, and I didn't take it to mean anything rude or naughty. He lay down in our camp and, as I was playing the nurse, I examined his stomach and asked him where it hurt. He said that it was his leg, so I moved down and examined his thigh. He was wearing shorts and, as I stroked his thigh, I could see up the leg hole of his shorts. His cock was small and his balls tight, and I giggled. He had no idea what I was laughing at so I carried on examining his thigh. Then, for some reason, I slipped my hands up his shorts and grabbed his cock.

He didn't move or protest, so I groped about feeling his cock and balls. His cock stiffened and became fully erect as I played about. Bearing in mind that we were leading an incredibly sheltered life and both went to a small village school, it wasn't surprising that we knew nothing about sex. I pulled his shorts down to his knees and carried on fiddling with his hard cock and he cl0sed his eyes and was obviously enjoying the so-called examination. I suppose it was instinct that made me roll his foreskin back and forth over his purple knob. Whatever it was, I loved doing it and he was obviously enjoying it.

He had his first orgasm, although I didn't know it at the time, and lay there gasping and writhing as if he was in pain. His cock went limp and that was that. I didn't know what I'd done to him but I'd enjoyed it. I don't think he knew what had happened, but it had made him extremely happy. He than played the role of doctor and examine me. We were both sexually excited, although we didn't realize that it was sexual.

Wasting no time, he pulled my skirt up over my stomach and my knickers down to my knees. I was 14 and had a small growth of pubic hair just above my crack, which fascinated him. But, as he pulled my bald pussy lips wide apart and examined me, he became more interested in the bits and pieces inside my crack. I'd had a religious upbringing and had never examined myself there because I'd been told that it was sinful. Yes, my mother had spoken to me about sex, but only to tell me that it was sinful and evil.

As my brother poked about in my crack and rubbed my pink bits, I had this amazing feeling. My clitoris, not that I knew what it was or where it was, swelled and sent wonderful sensations though my young body. I was breathing deeply and trembling as he examined me, but I had to tell him exactly where to rub. That's when I experienced my first orgasm. It was amazing, and I thought that I was dying as I trembled and gasped. Never had I known anything like it, and I knew that I'd want more.

We progressed to oral sex, which was something we both enjoyed immensely. He began to produce sperm and my breasts developed and we'd spend hours sucking and licking and enjoying orgasms. I loved the taste of his sperm and drank from his cock just about every day. he loved the taste of my pussy milk and would drink from my vagina until I was dry. Our incestuous relationship had not only begun, but was in full swing. Little did we know that was to last to this day. I'm twenty-two and my brother is twenty-one, and we both live at home looking after our ageing parents. I have no regrets, no worries, and a full and extremely satisfying relationship.

Harriet, UK.

Hi,

My story is back to front, as you'll discover. You'll probably think me crazy, and weak, because my sister dominates me. But she is older than me and very manipulative. It all started when I was in bed one Sunday morning. I was 14 and she was 16. She came into my room, obviously thinking that I was sleeping, and knelt by my bed. Slipping her hand under the quilt, she groped around my legs and I wondered what the hell she was playing at. I kept my eyes closed and pretended to sleep because I was intrigued. Then, it happed. She grabbed my cock and began wanking me.

She'd just split up with her boyfriend and was very upset, and I thought she might have been trying to find some solace by wanking me. It was all very strange and, although it was very wrong, I like what she was doing. I spunked all over her hand and she left the room and that was that. I said nothing during the day because she'd thought that I'd been asleep, but it did worry me. After all, she was my sister and incest just isn't right.

She came into my room again early on Monday morning and knelt by my bed. This time, she pushed her head under the quilt and sucked my cock. I'd always thought of her as a sweet and very nice girl, but she was behaving like a filthy slut. It was like another side to her, a darker side that I'd never seen. Pulling my foreskin back, she sucked my knob. Running her tongue all over my knob and wanking my cock, she was obviously desperate for me to cum. I know it sounds silly, but i didn't want her there. Despite my worries, I shot my spunk into her mouth and she swallowed the lot.

Deciding to put an end to her dirty games, I went to her bedroom that evening and confronted her. She seemed angry and I realized how much she'd changed since her boyfriend had dumped her. It seemed that she wanted me to replace him, which I could never do. She was wearing a short skirt and she asked me if I liked her legs. I said they were OK, but didn't show any real interest. She seemed angry again and lifted her skirt up and showed me her panties. She then pulled them down and asked me if I liked her cunt. I'd never heard her speak like that and, as I gazed at her pussy, I was shocked.

She'd changed beyond belief, and I decided to leave her room lock my bedroom door in future. It wasn't that i didn't like sex. I was fourteen and my hormones were wild, but I didn't want sex with my sister. I could hear her at my bedroom door early the following morning. She was tapping the door and insisting that I let her in, but I didn't. After school that afternoon, she cornered me in the lounge. Mum and dad weren't home, so she knew that she was safe. She was wearing her school uniform and she asked me to undress her. I said no, and she threatened to tell mum and dad that I'd dropped a bottle of milk in the kitchen and made a mess. I didn't know what she was on about, until she went into the kitchen and dropped a bottle of milk on the floor. She said that she'd tell them that I'd done it, unless I took her clothes off.

I'd never known her to be like that and I must admit that I was worried. In mum and dad's eyes, she was the perfect little daughter and I was the one who was always in trouble. I knew that I'd get the blame for the milk, so I unbuttoned her school shirt and pulled it off her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits were small but they had very long nipples and I have to say that she had a beautiful body. She grinned at me and told me to take her skirt off, so I did. Then, she ordered me to pull her knickers off. She ended up naked in the lounge and I hope that mum would come home before things went any further.

She then told me to kneel on the floor and lick her pussy crack. I said no, so she took a cup from the coffee table and dropped it on the floor. It broke, and she said that she'd blame me. Thinking that she'd gone mad, I knelt down and licked her pussy slit. She held her lips wide open and told me to lick inside her hole. I liked the taste and my cock got very hard, but I didn't want to do this with my sister. I know some boys would have loved it, but I just kept thinking that it was wrong. She made me suck her clitoris and finger her hole and then she had an orgasm. She was gasping and shaking and her pussy juice was streaming all over my fingers and I wondered how far she wanted me to go. Would she demand that I fuck her? I couldn't fuck my own sister.

Finally asking me to dress her, she said that I was a good boy and she'd clear up the milk and broken cup. As I buttoned her blouse and pulled her knickers and skirt up, she said that she wanted me to tidy her bedroom. I didn't realize it then, but I was to become her slave. She was dominant, manipulative, bossy, head strong... I had no choice but to do exactly as she asked, and become her slave. I tidied her bedroom and brushed her long blonde hair and folded he clothes and put them away. I had to clean her dressing table mirror and vacuum the carpet and even get her a drink.

This went on for some months, and there was no way I could get out of it. I ran around after her like a maid, cleaning her room and licking and fingering her pussy and allowing her to suck and wank my cock and drink my spunk. When mum and dad were out, I'd have to wash her in the shower, dry her and dress her and do her hair... She got me to use hair removing cream between her legs because she liked the bald pussy look. She became my mistress, and I was her subservient slave. I'll write again soon with the rest of my confession.

Alan.