Jenny: I was very quickly going to another place. What had begun as an unsettling grapple with my brother, returning from my date, had become a sisterly concern for his feelings, for his reasons, and had changed to a cautious beginning, a mutual exploration, growing pleasure and need, and now, lying together, our entire bodies now touching, my nighty-t shirt hiked up, my bare legs and very thinly concealed mons pressing against my brother. That warm room was suddenly oven-hot.
Eric: Jen made a few moves, tickling me like we used to as kids, but quickly reverted to our embrace, our exploring, probing caresses. When my hand returned to its last spot, deep within her thighs she shifted a bit more, giving me unmistakable permission and access. I could feel my heart beating at an incredible rate, my breathing more ragged than anything else and I reached down and cupped her mound, feeling her heat, her moistness and the sudden jolt that shook and seized her whole body. I'd felt her body shudder earlier, but now, our bodies perfectly aligned head to toe, almost melded together, her seizure was profound. She gasped "oooohhh god. Oh my god…"
Jenny: We were getting there, I knew. I didn't 'where' was, but I knew I wanted to go there. I knew, even as paroxysms of pleasure shook me, that there were limits, that we were sister and brother, that full-on sex, intercourse…ok - fucking…was out of the question, that incest was a line we could not cross. But my feral mind kept telling me 'this isn't incest…yet'.
Eric: I continued to softly cup my sister's mons, my hand seized with some kind of primal instinct, squeezing gently as her moans grew louder. I suddenly realized our parents were sleeping, soundly, I hoped, just a room away and hoped our grappling, our sounds, would not wake them as I knew there would be no explaining this away as childish wrestling.
Jenny: Our bodies, pushing against each other now in every way possible, in every way we could devise were becoming more and more demanding, demanding more and more pleasure as our arousal began to totally take over. Somewhere in my mind, as I cast my leg over Eric's and pushed against it as hard as I could, as the sexual scissors of my thighs, gripping his leg, pushing again, I realized that I - we - were rapidly losing the capacity for rational thought.
Eric: Jen's thighs opened for an instant as her body shifted so that she was pressing against my leg now more than ever, as if that was becoming her body's whole focus. And even through the cloth of my jeans the moist heat of her panties and what they enclosed announced itself to me. I seemed to be getting harder by the second, harder than I had ever been. When Jen's thighs gripped me and her hips pushed against me my arms pulled her even closer to me; felt the skin of her navel pressing against my skin, felt her breasts, covered now by a flimsy shirt, pressing against me, and I pressed back, pushing my thigh against her mound, her mons, and felt, as much as heard, her gasp.
Jenny: It seemed as if we were thinking now as one mind, messages flashing back and forth faster and faster as both our bodies focused on Eric's thigh, pressing against, almost beseeching, my mons. God, I was wet. I pushed against him again, beginning a kind of broken rhythm, and when his thrusting thigh responded, deep in his embrace, I began to shift us both, rolling onto my back so that he, staying with me, clutching me to him as a drowning man would hold on to a raft, we rolled together and shifted for a few seconds as I took my new position beneath him.