Jenny: And, finally, there it was. No, there we were as my first orgasm with a man took me; shaking me like a rag doll, my limbs spasming around my brother, clutching him to me in a death grip. I learned later that the French call the orgasm "la petite mort", the little death. So apt; I felt like I was dying, but dying of pleasure as every cell in my body was shot through with the pleasure my brother had given me, pleasure I'd never felt, pleasure I'd never dreamed of. My body shook and shook again, lifting us both from the couch until, the main wave having passed, we fell back onto the couch as the echoing smaller waves of my orgasm rolled through me, shaking us both. Only then did I realize that Eric had paused in his thrusts, in his lovemaking to me. I laughed, the joy of my climax still holding me in its grip, took his head in my two hands, smiled at him, and pulled him into a kiss and then said "now it's your turn" as I thrust my hips against his, triggering a small frisson of pleasure as I did it.
Eric: My sister's orgasm gave us our second pause as I stopped my thrusts as her body was overcome and convulsed with her climax. I waited as Jen's orgasm shook us both, slowly receding, until with her kiss she signaled our resumption. So I began my rhythm, slow and gentle at first; I had no experience so I thought perhaps I would trigger another cataclysmic response from her, but her compliant, waiting body told me otherwise, so I began thrusting harder and harder, faster and faster as she too grew into the rhythm and our bodies returned to their perfect harmony, their new synchronicity. Within less than a minute I could feel it; I could feel my own orgasm approaching. I had had orgasms before, of course, had masturbated like any male my age, but this was different. The approaching storm of pleasure was announcing itself as something unprecedented, and it was. As it got closer and closer as I could vaguely hear my sister whispering in my ear "keep going, Eric, keep going, don't stop…it's beautiful, Eric, it feels amazing…give it to me, Eric, give it to your little sister…DO IT!!!" and that's all it took, her whispered encouragement, her warm breath in my ear, on my neck, my cheek, her quick kiss, her hips rocking aggressively with mine, I was suddenly struck - really struck, almost knocked off the couch and off my sister as my orgasm arrived, blasting through my body, my suddenly totally rigid body, my cock beginning to pulse as it shot jet after jet of my semen toward my sister's soaking panties, toward her hot, wet vagina, soaking my shorts as the pulses seemed unending. My first orgasm with another person, one unlike anything I'd ever experienced.
Jenny: Suddenly my brother's body seemed seized with a total paralysis as, holding himself above me, he made one last, hard thrust against me and stopped, his lips uttering a deep, guttural "UUUNNNGGHH, Jen…I'm cumming" into my ear. I reflexively pulled his rigid body to mine, feverishly running my hands up and down his back beneath his shirt, feeling the light sheen of perspiration there, clasping his rigid body to me, dimly conscious of a pulsing against my vagina as his body pumped his seed at me, blocked only by several layers of fabric. It was an incredibly emotional moment; I know I began to cry with the joy of it, all regret, all fear, all guilt banished from my mind. As I cried I laughed and felt my sobs being met with Eric's. I held him to me, cooing and calming him as I whispered "it's all right, Eric, it's all right. That was amazing…you were amazing. I love you, and that so good that it can't possibly be wrong. My god, Eric; that was the best sex I've ever felt; you're the first guy that ever made me cum. I love you."
Eric: I felt somehow like I'd run a marathon. After I came I could hardly keep holding myself above my sister and after I could feel her hands caressing my back for a while I think I began to cry. I don't know why, but I was just overcome completely. My mind was a complete storm of feelings and confusion, until I began to register what she was saying, whispering to me. I caught words.."love…amazing…first…best" and finally understood her words of comfort, of permission, of love.
Jenny: There were long minutes of simple silence, lying beside each other, our embrace now relaxed but still holding us close. I placed my face against his chest as his hands idly stroked me and I laughed quietly; when he asked what I was laughing at I pointed out that we had produced a great deal of moisture; our tears, my very wet pussy (yes, that's what I called it) and, as I laughed again, what must be, judging by his pulses, very wet shorts. He joined in the laugh until we returned to our quiet embrace. After a quick kiss we talked about what we had done, what we had felt, how much pleasure each had given the other, all in a conspiratorial whisper. We talked about whether we could ever do it again - that was not decided either way - and how we had a secret now, a taboo that couldn't see the light of day.
Eric: We talked about things then that I would never have imagined; what we'd done, what we had to do now to keep our secret and what the future might hold. Neither of us spoke out loud about crossing the final taboo line, of eventual full and irrevocable incest. Somehow we seemed to know that time would tell us and that time, events, and our feelings might guide us, that this night might never be repeated…or that we may become real lovers. With that, and realizing it was almost 2:00 AM, we reluctantly pulled ourselves up from the couch and checked it very carefully for signs of our passion, evidence of our sexual encounter. "There'll be some discrete laundry tomorrow, when Mom and Dad are out, I'll take care of it" my sister assured me and with that we went to our separate bedrooms.
Jenny: all evidence of our activities safely gathered and piled for discrete laundering by me, we went to bed. But I couldn't sleep right away. I lay in my bed for probably 20 minutes as the memories flashed through me, as my body remembered my brother's touch, his welcome weight upon me, our entanglement, his thrusting against me and as I felt my moistness returning I began to touch myself and was very quickly squeezing, fondling, probing until, my mind's eye seeing my brother holding his body above mine, I came…came with the strongest self-induced orgasm I'd ever had. And then fell asleep.
Eric: I went to bed but couldn't stop thinking of Jen, my sister lying in her bed on the other side of my bedroom wall. Was it my imagination or could I hear her soft moans and gasps as I clutched my rigid penis, stroking my cock to her sounds, cumming quickly into a bundle of tissues that I'd grabbed from my bedside table? And why did this climax come so powerfully? As I thought about that I, too, fell asleep.