Chapter 2425 - MY BROTHER ADAM

I come from a nice family. My father is a psychiatrist and my mother does something complicated for a Silicon Valley firm. We live in a really nice suburb of San Francisco, in the hills, down the Peninsula. But the most important aspect of my life is that I have a twin brother.

My twin brother and I are quite different. My brother did not do particularly well at school early on, and he was held back a year, until he learned to read. So as not to emasculate him, my father the shrink decided I too should repeat first grade. As a consequence, we were both always one year older than our friends in our class.

My father tried to explain to me about psychological emasculation when I was six years old. He used dolls, and cut off the balls of a male doll. My takeaway was that if I were to be promoted to second grade along with everyone else, my brother would have to be mutilated. Not wanting that, the empathetic sweetheart that I was, as I played with my Barbie dolls, I proudly repeated first grade with my brother. And I made damn sure he learned to read.

After that, my brother and I were always exceptionally close. People called us the twins in two senses: metaphorical, and real. I took care of my brother, always watching out for him, until around puberty. At puberty, we reversed roles: he took care of me, always looking out for me, protecting me from any danger, real or perceived.

None of this was conscious. It simply grew out of affection, and as my brother grew and began to tower over me, he simply began to look out for me. I was now his "little sister," even though we were of course the exact same age.

I did well in school, but once my brother learned to read, he turned out to be brilliant. It seemed he was good at everything: all academic subjects, and sports, too. I was really proud of him, and he helped me with my math homework on a regular basis.

I'm now 18 years old. I'm very short: just around 5 feet with no inches, and I have huge boobs. I got my boobs before my friends, possibly due to the extra year of age I have. Anyway, boys noticed. It's hard not to notice because they are so big, and of course the girls noticed, too. I learned the power of civil engineering early on when my mother found brassieres for me that could hold up my boobs and spare my aching back.

I also had menstrual cramps from hell, so my father put me on birth control pills, and that did a lot to ease the cramps. The pills also had the side effect of removing my fear of sex. My parents sent the two of us to camp in the summer. I went to a music camp, and my brother went to a sports camp. My junior year in high school I met a boy at camp and fell in love. I now know such love is "puppy love," but nobody could have told me that then.

As for the boy, he did not fall in love with me. No, he fell in love with my boobs. We had to sneak around at camp to find enough privacy so that he could undress me and fondle my boobs. I liked it too, but what I really liked was having such a great boyfriend, and the way he kissed. My boyfriend Peter was smart as a whip, and funny. He made me laugh. I was happy in his presence. Peter thought he was older and wiser, because he was a grade ahead of me, but I quietly knew we were the same age.

When camp ended, we went to our respective homes. Peter and I were both 18 at this point, but Peter assumed I was only 16 or 17, since I was in the 11th grade. He lived in northern California, across the bay from San Francisco, but way east, where the fog could not reach. This meant it was a 90 minute drive, or a two-hour drive with traffic, from his family's house to mine. He would make the drive to come over, we would play a duet for my parents (I played the flute, he played the clarinet), and then he would take me to dinner, or to the movies, or to both. At the end of the date we would park somewhere and make out.

One time when we were making out, and he had me undressed completely (and I do mean completely: I was naked) we were surprised by a cop. In the fancy suburb where my family lived nobody parked on the street, so someone had noticed a parked car and assumed we were burglars. That same someone had called the cops.

The cop came to the car and shined a powerful flashlight on us and got a good look at my boobs as I scrambled to cover up. I grabbed the first thing I found which was Peter's shirt. We had to leave the car. We stood in the street as we showed the cop our IDs. The cop told Peter to put his shirt on, and without thinking I took off his shirt to give it to him, royally exposing myself in my full nudity to the cop.

Okay, okay. No woman becomes naked "without thinking." I knew exactly what I was doing. But I had deniability. I was just following the orders from an officer of the law. For some reason I did not understand at the time, I wanted to do that. What can I say? I was a teenager, and at that age one does what one wants to do, right? Reality, sanity, and maturity all take a back seat to desire.

The cop smiled, and he said, "You cover up too, little lady." Something triggered in me. I was enjoying the reactions I was getting: horror from Peter, and bemusement from the cop. In addition, I could see movement of a curtain from the house that probably called the cops. Some unknown asshole was seeing me standing there naked. I loved it.

So, I took my sweet time. First I bent into the car, showing off my ass and pussy to the copy, in order to find my panties. I turned to face the cop, giving him a full frontal, smiled, and slowly, oh so slowly, pulled up my panties, giving him time to survey my body, assuming he wanted to do so. This was a warranted assumption. He took a good look. Both the cop and Peter knew I had taken much longer than I had needed to. The cop was smiling. Peter was not.

The obvious next thing to do would have been to put on my bra. But I was convinced at the time that my boobs were my biggest asset, so instead I rooted around for my skirt inside the car. I again bent over, this time to show off my panty clad ass. I found my skirt easily, of course. Grabbing my skirt, I stood straight up, again facing the cop. This gave the cop another great opportunity to check out my well-endowed mammary glands.

The cop obliged, you might say. I put on my skirt, turned to present my back to Peter, and asked him to zip up my skirt. It was obvious to both men that I could easily have zipped it up myself. But asking Peter delayed things, allowing another precious minute to expose myself. This was not just for the cop, but was also for the benefit of the mystery voyeur in the house overlooking our car. My boobs bounced around and my nipples were hard as rocks due to the chilly night air.

Next I slowly looked for my bra. I found it quickly enough, of course. I turned around and asked Peter to hook it, with my back to Peter and my front to the cop. I smiled at the cop as he enjoyed the view of my boobs. Once the bra was on, it was only then that I slipped on my top. This kept my boobs exposed to Peter and the cop as long as possible.

The cop told us that we could not park in this neighborhood: A parked car looked too suspicious. The streets in this fancy neighborhood were narrow, and no other cars were parked on the street. He suggested that Peter take me home.

I was so turned on after that I was ready to have sex for the first time. But Peter did not know that, and I did not tell him. Plus, Peter still thought I was underage. He wanted to become a U.S. Senator or something like that, so he was not about to risk his future by having sex with a 16 or a 17-year-old. I did not know his thinking just then, or I would have told him that I was 18. Anyway, it was already close to midnight, and Peter still had the long drive to his home.

My senior year, my twin brother Adam did extra work to finish high school early. He was 19, so without telling my parents, or even me, he quietly enlisted in the army. Our parent's reaction was severe. It contained, among other things, all of shock, dismay, and horror. But there was nothing they could do. My father pulled some strings and Adam was shipped off to Japan, rather than to the war zones of the middle east.

Personally, I understood my parents' fear that harm would come to Adam. But I myself was once again proud of him, and proud of his patriotism. Nobody need have worried about him, though. The Army soon realized how smart Adam is and he was put in a secret cyber warfare unit, safely tucked away in Okinawa.

Once Adam was gone, my mother suggested that when Peter came, he could spend the night, and he could sleep in Adam's room, which was right next to mine. She was worried Peter would have an accident on the long drive home, late at night. The bedrooms were side by side down in the basement, far from my parents. Their house was on three levels, built into a hill. My parents' bedroom was two floors above mine and Adam's. This was great, because now we could make out to our heart's content, without fear of being rousted by a cop or a pervert.

You cannot join the army on your own unless you are 18. Since Adam is my twin, suddenly Peter knew for sure I was at least 18. He became much more sexually aggressive. This pleased me no end.

My mother was neither stupid nor naïve. She knew at our age Peter and I would be obsessed with sex. She was simply making it easy for us to indulge ourselves, and without risk from perverts or cops.

Nevertheless, my mother warned me not to let him make love with me. "He'll lose respect for you and never marry you if you have sex before marriage," she told me. Warned by my mother, and not wanting Peter to lose respect for me, I resisted Peter's sexual overtures for quite a while, but soon we were naked making out at every visit. Peter was fingering me, and I was giving him hand jobs. My friends were beginning to have sex with boys, and naturally enough Peter was always trying to put it inside me. I would always squirm away.

One time I surprised him, and I let him get inside me. I don't know why I let him just then. I just did. He was thrilled beyond reason. After that, we had sex all the time. I loved it, but Peter might have loved it even more. Peter graduated high school and went off to an elite college in the East somewhere. I was left alone for a month before I was to head to my college in Santa Cruz. That month is when my brother Adam came home.

Peter's letters began to arrive less frequently, and they became less affectionate. I figured he had found an East Coast girl. I hear they're pretty sexy out East, and hot to trot. Peter was accustomed to enjoying my charms on a regular basis, and I figured he would not be able to make the transition to chastity to wait for me, even if he had wanted to. I also knew he did not want to. I knew I was losing him, but as my Mom said, there are plenty of fish in the sea.

"What about overfishing?" I asked. "The sardines in Monterrey Bay never recovered from the over fishing from last century, you know."

"It's just a metaphor," my Mom said, with a smile. She knew I was teasing. But it helped. When she said fish, I imagined cock shaped fish. It's not much of a stretch: If you visit the Monterrey aquarium, you'll see what I mean. Sardines look like cocks. Little tiny cocks to be sure, but still...With Peter gone, I was seeing sexual symbols everywhere. I needed to do something!

I was glad Adam returned. It was great to see my twin again, and we hung out together, as thick as thieves. We told each other everything, and that included frank talk about sex. Most of my sexual knowledge came from my times with Peter, although I had made out with some boys behind his back, of course, on those weekends when he did not make the drive to see me. Peter was the only boy I had slept with, though. Talking with Adam, I realized I knew very little, and that the only exciting thing I had done, to use Adam's word, was "to fuck my little brains out." There was a whole other sexual world out there, waiting to be explored.

I was horny. I was going through sexual withdrawal. Talking about sex all the time with Adam gave me some kind of relief. I needed it, too. The relief was all virtual, but it nevertheless was a help.

Adam had slept with dozens of Japanese women. They were not romances; he had paid for their services. He had wanted to learn, however, and they had taught him lots of tricks for enhanced sexual experiences, shall we say. So, Adam was quite knowledgeable as to the ways of the sexual world. He shared some of his knowledge, and I hung on his every word.

I was eager to try some of these ideas out, and he was eager to have sex with an American girl who was not a prostitute. We talked about it incessantly. No high school boys wanted to ask me out, because I was taken: I was Peter's girl, and they all knew that. Adam knew that, too, of course.

I was ready to cheat on Peter. I was even eager to cheat on him, as a defense for his cheating on me. But I needed a male partner, and none of my timid high school male friends realized that.

One particularly hot summer day, our family went to the beach. Swimsuits were always an issue with me, due to my much too large boobs. I wore a two piece, but my boobs seemed to spill out of my top. I thought it was disgusting, but the guys always thought it was hyper sexy. I had given up, and just wore the suit at the beach, spilling boobs and all.

Adam told me I looked great. He said the Japanese women he knew all had small boobs. "It's nice to be stateside again," he said, looking right at my chest.

"I guess you like my body, don't you, Adam?" I asked.

"Mary, if you were not my sister, I would try every trick I could find to seduce you. Just looking at you makes me hard," Adam said.

I looked down there and saw he was speaking the truth. "I see what you mean," I said, looking straight at the lump in his swim trunks. "I have a place that would love to go, were you not my brother. Life is just not fair, I guess. Thanks for the complement, Adam. I think you're hot, too."

We walked a long way down the beach, and then braved the relatively cold water of northern California. After a while my teeth were chattering and my lips were purple, and Adam grabbed me "to warm me up." He wrapped his arms around me and warmed me with his body, but his arms were actually wrapped around my boobs.

We got out of the water, and I sarcastically said, "Thanks for saving my life, bro." Adam smiled.

"You have great boobs, sis," Adam replied. He knew I was referring to how he warmed me by feeling up my boobs.

"Yes, so I am told. Peter, and a few guys in high school, really like them," I said.

"I think it's cool you fool around behind Peter's back. Good for you, sis," Adam said.

"Well, I only fuck with Peter," I said. "That is, so far," I said, as I looked again at the tent in Adam's trucks, and thought about the absence of affection and passion in Peter's most recent letters.

We teased each other mercilessly that day at the beach. It was fun, but meaningless. Adam is my brother, after all. There was one moment, however, that foretold future events, although I did not realize it then. At one point, Adam offered to show me his erect cock, if I would flash my boobs and let him fondle them.

You have to understand, we had been sexually joking around all day at the beach, and for at least a week before we got to the beach. I don't know why, but I said okay. We found a secluded spot. Adam dropped his trunks, revealing a magnificent and gorgeous cock. It was every bit as nice as Peter's, and it had the extra plus of being out in the open sea air.

It's main advantage, however, was that it was right in front of me, and not inside some East Coast girl somewhere far across the country.

The smell of the ocean's air, the sound of the crashing waves, the feel of the warm sand under our feet, combined to make this a highly erotic moment for me. I had trouble breaking my hypnotic stare at his cock. Adam's was only the fourth cock I had ever seen.

The other three belonged to Peter, plus two nice high school boys: Troy and Sam. Those boys I had given hand jobs, so of course I had to see their erect cocks. In fact, they had all wanted blowjobs, but there was no way I was ever going to put a man's penis in my mouth. Gross.

Adam got behind me, undid the top, and enveloped my boobs inside his eager hands. He caressed my boobs as if they were the treasures of the Sierra Madre. This really turned me on. While he caressed my boobs, he pushed his hard cock up against my back (Adam is much taller than I am; everyone is).

That's when I saw that there were two men watching our little show. I flashed back to when the cop had discovered Peter and me and I had behaved strangely, seemingly wanting to let the cop see as much of me, and especially of my boobs, as was possible. I felt the same way now.

"We're being watched, Mary," Adam said, his voice nervous.

"I know," I said. "Don't freak out, little brother, but that turns me on," I said. Sometimes when I feel affectionate with Adam, I call him my little brother, since he is 10 inches taller than I am. He is much heavier, too, being naturally muscular. He is one sexy son of a bitch brother.

"Cool," Adam said, and he removed his hands, so the two men could see my boobs without impediments. "Want to give them a little show?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, in my most coquettish voice.

"Well, you could taste my cock if you like. It should taste yummy in the salt air?" Adam suggested, knowing the magnitude of what he was suggesting. "You told me you have never sucked a cock, remember? You must be curious how they taste, I should think."

"So ... it will be for science? And for the theater, with our two voyeurs as the audience?" I asked sarcastically. Suddenly, my brain flipped: Adam's cock in my mouth seemed sexy, and not gross at all.

"Yeah. But it would be incest, too. The voyeurs would not know that, of course. Does the presence of the voyeurs turn you on, my perverted little hush puppy? Or is it the incest angle? Or is it just my cock?" He wiggled his cock for me. Adam calls me "hush puppy" when he feels especially affectionate. It's a long story, going back to when we were both 7 years old. I will spare you that story.

"Yes. Yes, it all does. I realize it only now, but apparently you have one sick, twisted little hush puppy on your hands, little brother" I replied. I turned around to face Adam, and I dropped to my knees.

"You should do it nude, you know. It doubles the effect," Adam said.

"Which effect? For the voyeurs, or for the blowee?" I asked, my voice making me sound as if I were the paragon of innocence.

"It's hard to say who'd like it more, Mary. I think it's a win-win. What do you say?"

I stood back up. I very slowly lowered my bathing suit bottoms, revealing my most intimate parts to my twin brother and also to the voyeurs. I gave my pussy a quick stroke with my finger, for emphasis, and then I dropped to my knees for the second time. I was nude on the beach and facing my brother's cock, with two men watching.

To say I was wet would be an impressive understatement. My brother had just seen my adult pussy for the first time. I knew that, and he knew that. The atmosphere was charged something fierce.

Adam moved over to the side, so the voyeurs could watch in profile. First I kissed the swollen purple head of his maximally engorged cock. Then I licked the side, the way one licks a lollipop. I cupped his balls in my hand, gently stroking them. I teased him a long time, licking and slobbering on his balls, and licking the sides of his cock."The men are moving closer. Now we have an audience of four men," Adam said. His breathing was uneven. "You should put my cock in your mouth, if you want to give them a good show."

I said nothing. I did indeed want to put on a good show. Had it been any other boy but my brother, I would have been furiously sucking away at that point. I was surprised at this, but I absolutely loved being watched. I had no idea where this perversion came from, but that was not the point. The point was that, again, to my surprise, I desperately wanted to be worthy of our audience. Fuck the incest; at this point it was all exhibitionism that was driving me.

So, I did it. I took Adam's cock in my mouth. This changed my life forever after. I gently sucked on it, and let it enter and leave my mouth, creating a simulation of fucking, using only my mouth, not my pussy. Adam loved it and groaned. "How much can you take inside your lovely, velvety mouth, my sweet little Mary?" Adam asked. He said it with a particular kind of love in his voice I had never heard in Peter's voice, nor in anyone else's voice for that matter.

I sucked his cock right up to my tonsils. I did not know how to deep throat, but I thought I was doing well.

"Mary?"

I removed his cock from my mouth to reply. I did it slowly, little by little edging out it of my mouth, for exaggerated effect to benefit the voyeurs. I wanted to show them just how much I had managed to fit in my small mouth. It was quite a bit. I smiled up at him, and I said, "Yes?"

"Want to give them the full show?"

"You mean suck you off until you cum? Do you want to shoot all over my boobs?" I asked.

"I mean, we could fuck for the audience, you know?" Adam said.

This shocked me. I could not do that. Fellatio was probably incest; I could ask the priest, but it seemed pretty obvious to me that it was. But fucking? There was no deniability about that. I wanted to. Just then, I really wanted to. But I was not ready. I was too scared.

"Sorry Adam, I can't, much as I would love to. It's not that we're being watched, you know. That makes me want to do it all the more, I'm ashamed to admit. No, it's because you're my brother. I'm not ready for that kind of incest. Maybe we should go back and find Mom and Dad," I said.

"The audience will be disappointed. Want to fuck one of the voyeurs instead of me? I'd love to watch," Adam said.

"Adam! No! God, that's gross!" I was horrified. I grabbed my top and put it on. "Pull up your trunks, you pervert. Our show is over."

On the drive home from the beach, I was silent, lost in thought. I could not believe I had taken the cock of my own brother in my mouth. My first ever fellatio, and it was with my own brother? We stopped before he had cum, but I knew nevertheless it was still incest. And then he had proposed sexual intercourse! Oh, say it, you prude, I thought to myself: My brother wants to fuck me.

Do I want to fuck my brother? No, of course not! But, well, maybe? He is hopelessly sexy, after all. And he wants me; always a plus. Shit, I don't know. I think it was just the magic of the beach, and the exhibitionist aspect of the whole thing: having men watch us.

Yes, that's what it must have been. Well, we did what we did. Everybody sins at some point; let's just learn from it and move on.

I could tell Adam was nervous. He was probably worried he crossed a line when he proposed I fuck one of the voyeurs. Well, he should be nervous: He did cross a line! I was thoroughly grossed out.

I knew he was scared that he had blown it with me when he put his hand on my bare thigh in the car. (Adam and I were alone in the back seat.) His hand on my thigh was a test, you see. We both treasured our sibling friendship.

If I made a face and removed his hand, he would know I was mad at him. Well, I was mad at him. He showed no respect for me at all! Not even an iota. To hell with him, I thought. But then, his hand felt so good, resting calmly on my thigh. I did love him, just not the way he wanted. Well, maybe I did love him the way he wanted me to, but I was not going to do what he wanted. Well, maybe? Shit, I don't know.

But then, I loved sucking his cock earlier, at the beach. It turned me on to be naked for him, too. So maybe my love really was sexual, and not just sisterly? Why does life have to be so fucking confusing? I left his hand on my thigh, and I smiled.

That night, downstairs in the basement where our two bedrooms were, my brother and I had "the big talk." Adam subverted it, by telling me I could exhibit myself anonymously in the comfort of my own bedroom via a web cam porn site. If I wanted, he could help me. I laughed.

He pressured me to have sex. It was intense. The partial blowjob at the beach had him going. I said no. He pleaded with me. He cajoled me. He entreated me. He wrote a poem for me and read it to me. It was pretty corny, but I was charmed. Here is the poem he wrote:

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The beauty of my sister, standing on the sand

Wet from the waves, her virtue in my hands

A siren for voyeurs, an angel to my eyes

I knew I had to have her, sexy source of all my sighs

But I could not.

She is my sister, my princess and my love

She is my sister - curse to the above

What evil plan hath made us twins

To raise temptation of such sins?

Why am I captive to the lust of man?

I surrender to the devil's plan.

Forgive me, Mary: you have no choice

My sustained seduction stifles your voice

Your sweet voice of sanity repels my vice

But is hollow alas, for we both well know

We are doomed to the pull of incestuous spice.

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I ended up caving under his onslaught. The poem was the last straw. I showered him with kisses after I read it. Original poetry is amazingly seductive when a girl is only 18. Had I been 25 I would only have laughed. However, had Adam been 25, maybe the poem would have been better?

But I was 18, not 25, and I gave him a blowjob all the way to fruition. I swallowed as much of his cum as I could; the rest dribbled down onto my boobs. It was my first complete blowjob, and my first taste of cum. I liked the taste of cum. Adam was thrilled, and I was pretty pleased with myself, too.

I was, however, a bit horrified that my first ever blowjob was with my brother. My very own twin brother. Jesus. I know this is incest, but is it narcissism too?

The next night, Adam told the Internet exhibitionism thing it was all set up. He had even bought a dildo I could use to pleasure myself. He would do the filming.

"You just want to watch me masturbate, you filthy brother," I said. "You're nuts. It's not going to happen. No way. Nowhere. No how. Grow up, Adam. I am not putting on a sexual display for strangers on the Internet. I'm just not doing it. Sex with my brother is bad enough. Get a grip, Adam!" I said. I was having trouble getting through to him.

"It would be even better if you put on a sex show with a man, you know," Adam said. "You must have tons of boys who would love to get into your panties, right?" Adam was simply ignoring what I had just said. Maybe he wasn't listening? Our father often did not listen to our mother. Maybe Adam was the same way? But I answered him, anyway.

"Sure, I guess so. But maybe not so much on camera!" I said. Adam was nuts. "You just want to watch your own sister get laid, am I right?"

"No, sis. I'm trying to be helpful. What I really want is to lay my own sister," Adam said.

"What?" I said, a bit too loud.

Adam spoke no more. He moved over and kissed me. I kissed back, and pretty soon I was undressed again, and we were kissing while I was wearing nothing but panties. He was once again fondling my boobs in that magical way he did on the beach. He kept trying to remove my panties, and I kept on preventing him from removing them.

Finally, he said, "Let's both get naked. You've already seen me that way, but I have not seen your pussy yet," he said.

"You saw it on the beach. I stripped for you and for the voyeurs. Have you forgotten already?"

"No, trust me, I'll never forget that day. You were as hot as a firecracker. But I was so distracted by the voyeurs, and the blowjob prospects, that I did not get a good look at your pussy," Adam said.

"That's not my fault. You had your chance, and you blew it," I said. I was enjoying tormenting him. "Besides, I'm sure my pussy is just like the pussies of all those whores in Okinawa," I said. "A pussy is a pussy."

"Maybe so, but I want to know for sure. Besides, it's different when it's the pussy of a woman you love and crave." This stunned me. Adam was saying he loves me and craves me sexually? Whoa.

"Fair is fair," Adam continued. "We're twins. I should know what my twin sister's pussy looks like." Adam said this as if it were an obvious truth.

"In what universe?" I replied.

We had this pointless and moronic discussion for at least an hour. Finally, I said, "Okay little brother. You get a second chance: Make the most of it. Here it is. Then you have to stop this nonsense." I stood, turned around with my back to him, and slowly peeled off my panties, making the act as sexy as I possibly could.

For emphasis, I said, "I'm naked for you, Adam. But this does not mean we are going to have sex. Sex is off the table. Get that idea through your head."

Now naked, I walked to my brother, who was sitting Japanese style on the floor. I kept going until I was right in front of him. I squatted, and spread my pussy lips with my fingers, revealing the pink insides to his hungry gaze. The whole process got me aroused, and my brother saw that my pussy was wet.

I was angry and aroused, both, but once again Adam surprised me. Adam reached around me and grabbed my ass. He pulled my pussy to his mouth and stuck his tongue into my most intimate canal. I was squatting. I held the squat as long as I could while he pleasured me with his mouth, and then I fell onto my back on the rug. As I fell away from his mouth I uttered the words that sealed our fate: "Don't stop."

Nobody, not Peter nor Troy nor Sam nor anyone else had never tried cunnilingus on me, and my mind was blown when Adam did it. I did not know just then if it was being eaten out for the first time, or if it was having my own brother Adam do the act. Or maybe it was the highly charged sexual ambiance. Probably it was all three things at once, but I nearly lost my mind.

I was moaning so loudly that Adam covered my mouth with his hand, lest our parents upstairs hear. Adam ate me out mercilessly. He used only his mouth; no fingers. I had a smashing, mind altering orgasm. He stopped.

Adam sat up, looking down at my naked body with my legs splayed. My pussy was all wet; he told me later it was glistening up at him. I looked up at him. "I know what you're thinking, Adam. No. Don't do it. I can't resist you, I don't have the strength. Be strong for both of us, okay? Don't fuck me. You'll regret it the rest of your life. I'll suck you off again later instead, okay?"

That was stupid. All of Adam's blood was rushing to his penis, and he did not have enough oxygen in his brain to think. Men are stupid when they are turned on, and no reasonable girl would let them make life changing decisions in such a state. Thinking is always the domain of the woman. Nature intended it that way: The stakes are high for a woman. Much less so for a man. I did nevertheless leave the most fateful decision of our lives to Adam just then. I was an idiot.

Adam knew I did not want to have sex with him. He also knew I wanted desperately to have him fuck me. He knew I was a mess of contradictions. Wanting, and not wanting, both at the same time. Had he not been my brother, we would have been making rabbits jealous at this point. The sexual attraction was not just strong: it was monumental.

"Sorry, gorgeous," Adam said, as he climbed on top of me. He did not rush. He took his sweet time, giving me plenty of chances physically to stop him, to get away, to save my virtue. I just lay there, legs wide apart, enjoying my state of bliss after the most spectacular orgasm of my young life. I had given up; whatever happened I would live with. It was up to Adam.

Never leave life changing decisions involving sex to men. They always turn out the same way. Always. Adam entered me slowly, enjoying and savoring the moment of taking the forbidden fruit of my incest cherry. I felt his warm, hard, throbbing cock enter me, and while my mind was panicking and racing in twelve directions at once, my body knew just what to do.

Adam went all the way in, and began to pump in and out. He was just like Peter. I did not want that. I needed more from my brother; I needed him to give me a fuck completely different from the ones of my boyfriend. I needed a fuck so special that it would justify us having incest.

So I said, taking a cue from a Lady Gaga song, "I like it rough." Of course, I had no idea what rough sex was, and even less of an idea if I would like it. But Adam knew. Oh yes, he knew all right. He knew all about rough sex. I guess the Army combined with Okinawa does that to a young man.

Adam got a strange smile on his face. He fucked me brutally, pumping in and out with a ferocity he could have learned only from his training for war, or something. He pulled me up, put me on all fours, and took me rear entry. My huge boobs violently bounced around beneath me, as my body responded to the brutality of his thrusts. He actually moved me around on the bed as he entered me repeatedly with extraordinary force.

Then he began to slap my ass as he fucked me. I worried our parents upstairs would hear us, but thank goodness they had just started listening to Sibelius on the sound system. When they listen to Sibelius, they turn the sound up so loud that one can hear it all over the house and even outside in the yard. This meant I was free to moan, and I let out a stream of moans, peppered with invectives.

Adam quoted back to me later one phrase I had uttered in my passion. He particularly liked it. I have no memory of having said it, or for that matter that I said anything at all. According to Adam, I said, "Oh yeah, lover. Give it to me, you bastard. MMmph! Oh my God, yes! Holy shit! Sweet Mary, mother of Jesus, damn!" and then I gave a loud guttural moan as I came during his monstrous fuck.

After my orgasm, my head collapsed onto the mattress, leaving my ass in the air to receive my brother's vicious fucks. God, it was good. I had a second royal orgasm, and eventually Adam let loose a pent-up amount of cum deep into my pussy.

I collapsed completely onto my stomach, and Adam fell, exhausted, onto my back. I rolled over, and he lay on top of me. I stroked his hair and kissed him, purring, "I love you," over and over again. All sorts of cum was leaking from my pussy, creating a large wet spot on the bed.

Later I wondered what our Mom would think when she saw all of Adam's sticky cum on my bed sheets. Maybe I would surprise her and do the laundry this week? Good idea, I thought. One thing we could not have is to let our parents know their two children, the twins, were having sex. Because I knew this was going to continue.

I could not get enough of Adam. It was clear to me he too could not get enough of me. It was unhealthy. It was immoral. It was shameful. It was wonderful.

Both of us loved it. We craved it. We needed it. Need trumps morality, every time.

We were not the same after that. We had sex several times a day. Every day. Nevertheless, Adam has a complicated mind. "Complicated" for Adam means cleverly nasty, filthy, and decadent. And he means all that for me. I could not help it, you need to understand. I was now in his power. I had become a slave to his sexual power over me. He used that power, and he used it well.Later that night, Adam and I had yet another long talk. We still had two weeks before I left for college, and he went back to the Army. To cool our incestuous passion for each other, which we both agreed was a problem in the long run, Adam came up with a plan. I would set him up with one of my high school friends, and I would also ask out a boy with whom I had been intimate but not yet had sex, and we would double date.

At the end, we would each watch the other couple have sex. There were many problems with this plan. I had no doubt the boy (Troy) would enjoy laying me; it was clear he had wanted to do so for some time.

The real question in my mind was: Do I want to take Troy to bed myself? I was not completely over Peter, and we had not yet officially broken up. I was already cheating on Peter with my twin brother Adam, but somehow, I figured that did not count. (This must be part of the logic of incest, I thought. It is so taboo, somehow it doesn't count as cheating on one's lover.)

I did like Troy. And those weekends Peter had not come over to visit, I had let one of Sam or Troy have his way with me, but of course I always stopped short of letting things get too, too far. Although to be honest, they did get pretty far. The point is, I already enjoyed my times with Troy a lot, and certainly would have done the deed with him if I had not been committed to Peter. So I guess that question is answered, I reasoned.

But why did Adam want this? Why did he want to watch me have sex with someone else? That continued to make no sense to me. The only thing I could think of was that it might be his way of getting over me. Perhaps seeing me enjoying sexual intimacy with another man would so disgust him that he would lose desire for me? Was that his thinking?

Then I thought: Could Adam convince a girl to have sex on her first date with him? She would have to be a real slut for that. And would Troy want to have sex with me with Adam watching? And even if the girl let Adam do her, would she let him fuck her in front of Troy and me?

Adam said I was to arrange it. All of it. I was not at all sure I could arrange all that! It was certainly a tall order.

I chose Troy to be the boy whom I would seduce, because he was not as shy as Sam, and because he would do anything to get to fuck me, I was sure. My boyfriend Peter was already back east at his college and therefore out of the picture, and Troy would figure this was his chance. It was, too. I was beginning to look forward to it.

The way I saw it, there was only one candidate for the lucky girl: Gloria. I had once saved her from a gangbang, and she was grateful. From her standpoint, I had saved her life, since the gangbang would in reality have been a gang rape. As it was, she had ended up naked in front of five boys, and they were all over her, not listening to her more and more frantic and desperate protests and cries.

How she managed to get herself in that situation is a long story, involving a lot of poor judgement decisions on Gloria's part, shall we say. It was at a party where drugs and booze had helped to let things get out of control. I was there, too. I heard her cries, and came running.

When I found her, she was on a bed, naked, and she was screaming. Boys were holding down her arms and legs, and a fifth boy was just about to stuff her mouth with her panties. He had paused to sniff them, which had allowed me to hear her cries for help. I'll never forget that image: it was frightening but sexy as hell at the same time. At least it was for my sick, twisted mind.

I actually shamed the five boys into letting her go. I was worried they would then turn on me, but somehow the mood changed. It was like in the movies, when one moral person could stop a lynch mob, reminding people they were individuals, and not just part of a mob. I don't know if it ever happened with a lynching, but it happened in To Kill a Mocking Bird, an old movie I had seen on TV. I hope it happened for real, too, but irrespective of that, in fact I did save Gloria from a gang rape.

I told Gloria a white lie. I told her I wanted to have sex with Troy, but my brother Adam was back from Japan and he needed to get laid. I showed her a picture of what Adam looked like now, and one of him naked, with a flaming erection. I told her the whole plan.

"Just to get this clear," Gloria said, "You want me to have sex with your brother while you and Troy watch? And then we watch you and Troy?" I nodded. I knew it sounded crazy, and certainly perverted. "What if Adam does not want to have sex with me? Or what if I don't want to have sex with him?" She knew it was a dead certainty about Troy and me.

"Then you can walk away, of course," I said.

I knew Gloria was smart, and I knew she was quick. But she still surprised me. She figured it all out. She said, "Tell me: Is your brother good in bed? Is he as good as Peter?"

How could she have figured out we had already had incestuous sex? How? I just stared at her. Maybe it was when I showed her the picture of Adam with a hard on. That was a stupid move, I belatedly realized.

"You're letting him do you, aren't you?" Gloria asked.

"Don't tell anyone, please, Gloria," I mumbled. "Please. It was just once," I lied.

"You slut!" Gloria cheered, slapping me on the back the way a boy does when he learns of a conquest his friend has made by laying a cheerleader or some equivalent notch for his belt. "You go, girl. Adam is a hunk. He always has been. I can't wait to fuck his brains out," she said.

"But you did not answer: Is he good in bed?" Gloria persisted.

"He is amazing. I'll never be able to go back to Peter. He's good in bed, on the stairs, out on the front porch, in the back yard, standing up, on all fours, everywhere and in every position," I said, smiling.

"Ooh, you slut, you! Hubba hubba!" Gloria said, and she rubbed her hand over her private area.

I guessed I had chosen the right girl. Strangely, I felt jealous of how much Gloria was destined to enjoy sex with Adam. Well, the die is cast, I thought. I asked Gloria how she had figured out about Adam and me?

"The picture of Adam naked with an erection was taken in your bedroom, you moron," Gloria said. "Does he have the hard on from seeing your boobs? Notice the mirror reflects your bare boobs while you are holding the camera."

I checked. It was in the background and partially hidden. It was hard to see me holding a cell phone. But yes, my uncovered boobs were there, and the camera was held up to my stupid face. Even one of my nipples was in a corner of the picture. How could I have been that stupid?

I laughed. All I had to do was say yes. Gloria was right about everything. Then Gloria surprised me. She messaged me two pictures of herself. One was of her topless, and the other was of her naked and fingering herself. "For Adam," she said to me. "I want him interested."

"Shit girl," I said. "That will not be a problem. Looking at these pictures, I myself am interested!"

"Really?" Gloria said, batting her eyelashes and giving me her best come hither look. And it's a damn good look, I assure you. "I'd love to get my hands on your boobs, you know."

"You and the rest of San Mateo County, I'm sure," I said.

"You got that right, honey," Gloria said. "Everyone loves Raymond, and everyone loves your boobs even more." We set up the details. Gloria had some good ideas. That girl has one hell of a sexy mind.

I could not wait for Friday night. I refused to masturbate, saving myself for my seduction of Troy. I began to lust for him like never before. Adam could not get over the pictures of Gloria. "Sis, you have one dynamite friend. You are the best sister in the world, you know."

"Do you love me for my pimping services, or just for my boobs?" I asked, a little disgusted.

"Oh Mary. How could you ask such a thing? My love for you is the purest love there is. I love you for your pussy, and the way you use it," Adam said, his eyes twinkling. We both laughed a long time. I wondered, however, if there was some truth to his sarcasm. Adam added, "And I am looking forward to watching you get brutally ravished by Troy," he said.

"Why, Adam? Why don't you want me to yourself? Why do you want to see me with another man?" I quite reasonably asked.

"Ask me again after you see Gloria and me locked together in sexual bliss, okay? Ask me then if you still don't understand," was Adam's annoying reply. His answer did not help at all. I let it go.

But I wondered: Did he want to see my reactions to some competition? Or perhaps he just wanted to humiliate me? Maybe that was why he wanted me to expose myself and perhaps even fuck with him on the beach in front of other men? Well, maybe if I'm patience, I will figure it out. Or maybe, I'll just never know.

"Troy is a sweet boy. He does not have your Okinawa training, bro. He may even be a virgin, I don't know," I said, trying to warn Adam that he might be disappointed. I was still wondering why Adam wanted to see another man fuck me. It was not a normal thing for a man to want. But then, none of this was normal!

"Well then, he can watch Gloria and me. I'll show him how it's done. Does Gloria like rough sex, like my sweet little sister?" Adam asked.

"I don't know. I suspect not many girls do. I have the feeling I'm fairly weird, you know."

"Yes, I know. Boy, do I know. And God, Mary, do I love you for it! You are such a prize; I am sure neither Troy nor Peter is worthy of you. You are one hell of a sweet lay, you know?" Adam said.

"Yes, it's such a great self-image. Something to be proud of: 'Big boobed Mary is a sweet lay.' Maybe that should be my new hashtag?" I almost spat at Adam. "I could get it printed on a T-shirt and wear it around town. What do you think?"

The doorbell rang. Troy had arrived. He was nervous as all hell. Adam jumped for the truck to go to collect Gloria. We agreed to meet at the restaurant. I wore a slinky dress that clung to all of my curves. It also gave me a great décolletage, giving Troy plenty of boob to salivate over. He did not stand a chance, and he was loving it, I could tell.

The dress also showed off my ass to great effect. Adam had already remarked that my bubble butt was almost as big of an asset as my boobs were. He emphasized the first three letters of the word asset as he said it. Subtlety, thy name is not Adam.

Troy had some vodka in the car. We pulled over and had a few shots to get a buzz before dinner. (We were too young to be served alcohol at dinner, after all.) We arrived late, but still had to wait half an hour for Adam and Gloria. Gloria arrived with her lipstick smeared, her hair messed up a bit, and missing her underwear. I looked at her quizzically.

Gloria took me aside. "Your brother is an animal. He did everything but stick it in me. Jesus, the man is hyper sexed or something."

"I'm sorry, Gloria," I said.

"Don't be," she said, and she smiled broadly. "His cum is delicious. Sweet and salty. Great appetizer for Chinese food. But then, I'm sure you know that, don't you? Jeez, why couldn't I have a twin brother? Or your boobs? Some girls have all the luck, you know?" Gloria smiled and licked her lips, no doubt tasting the traces of Adam's cum that still clung to them. Cum is so viscous.

I already felt amazingly jealous. I know incest is wrong. I can't marry my brother. I can't have kids with him. I can't dream about the future, of a happily after life together. I'm just going to have to get over this jealousy thing. But right then, I could not. Maybe that's what Adam wanted? Did he want me to be jealous? If so, it was working. Boy, was it working!

"Gloria, do you like rough sex?" I asked, not answering what I assumed to be her rhetorical questions.

"Dunno. Never tried it. Why?" I raised one eyebrow. I can do that. I saw the lightbulb go off. "Oh. Cool," she said. "Can't wait."

The restaurant has the best Chinese food on the peninsula. Masters of the universe from Silicon Valley were there, with their wives straight out of the fashion pages of Vogue magazine. And there were us four kids, all thinking about what comes later.

I took my time, enjoying the food. Troy was nervous, not knowing if he was going to have sex later. He should have known. His innocence felt sweet to me. Gloria was not being subtle about what was to come, with all of her double entendres during dinner.

I knew what was in store for Troy. He was going to get laid, but good. I wanted to make Adam jealous, too, and I was going to pull out all of the stops. It was fun knowing what bliss my body would give this nice young man.

Gloria and Adam, however, were both having trouble keeping their hands off each other. I had no idea what a slut Gloria could be. But right then I was very glad she was that way. I calmed myself with thoughts of making Adam jealous of Troy.

Troy tentatively put his hand on my leg. Testing the water, I guess. All I did in response was smile. His hand began to caress my leg. I smiled some more. His hand moved north, heading for my panties. I leaned over and blew warm air softly into his ear.

Troy's hand reached my panties. "Take them off, Troy," I whispered to him. Now Troy smiled, and he pulled my panties down. Talk about giving him a green light! This was a screaming green light.

My panties settled at my ankles, and I left them there. He was reaching now, and it was pretty obvious to Gloria and to Adam what was going on, as his fingers found my snatch.

Gloria said, "Now Troy. We don't use our fingers in a restaurant. We use chopsticks in a Chinese restaurant," and she handed him the plastic imitation ivory chopsticks. Minutes later I had two chopsticks up my pussy.

Adam gave Troy his chopsticks, too, and before I knew it I had four chopsticks inside me. Troy was maneuvering them around inside me, and my breathing was getting uneven. I was saved when the first course arrived. The waiter also brought over two new sets of chopsticks for Gloria and Adam.

Chopsticks are long. I ate the entire dinner with four chopsticks deep inside my pussy, but half of them were still poking out. Between courses Troy would resume manipulating the chopsticks, and I would resume my uneven breathing. Adam took a cell phone picture of my face.

Adam put his cell phone under the table, and took another picture. He checked it out, and showed it to Gloria. I suppose it showed my legs apart, and my soaking wet pussy with four chopsticks sticking out of it. I was too ashamed to ask to see it. Adam understood that, I guess, but he texted the picture both to my phone, and to Troy's.

At one point I decided to tease Troy back. "Troy, have you seen the new cross my parents gave me for my 18th birthday? It's a Maltese cross," I said, looking innocently at Troy. It was not easy to look innocent with four chopsticks half inside me.

"No, Mary. Are you wearing it now?" Troy asked. There was a gold chain that disappeared down into my tight cleavage.

"Yes. Why don't you pull it out? Just dig in and I'm sure you'll find it in no time," I said. I leaned forward so that my boobs were as close as possible to him. Troy looked nervous, but he reached down into my cleavage, rooted around rubbing my soft boob flesh, and finally found my cross. I had made sure it was buried inside my brassiere, so his hands had to follow the chain inside my bra.

Troy found the cross, and he also found my nipple. He gave my nipple a lovely little tweak right there in the restaurant. I moaned softly when he did that. With my moan, Troy lost any of his remaining anxiety. He now went to town massaging my boobs before he slowly removed the cross.

"It's lovely, Mary," Troy said.

"Glad you like what you found," I said, and I winked at him. Then like a good Catholic girl, I kissed the cross and buried it back down deep in my cleavage. I glanced at Adam to see if I could detect any jealousy. None yet, dammit.

At the end of the meal, Troy pulled out the chopsticks, and passed them around. We all took one chopsticks. The other three took large sniffs, and Troy, Gloria and my brother Adam all complemented me on the smell of the chopsticks. Adam put his in his mouth and licked it clean. I liked that.

I did not sniff. What if I did not like the smell of myself? I was stuck with me. I could not trade myself in for another woman with a better smelling pussy, after all. Better not to know.

Troy followed Adam's lead. All eyes then turned to Gloria. She smiled, shrugged, and she cleaned my juices off her chopstick, too. Again, that left me. I just left them on the table. Gloria giggled.

We took Gloria and Troy back to our parent's place after dinner. Our parents were spending the weekend in Napa Valley, getting drunk visiting all of the wineries. Our Mom was planning a mud bath with seaweed in Calistoga, at the hot springs spa there. We had the house to ourselves. Ah.

We began with some games. We played a strip version of Cards Against Humanity, and gradually got down to our underwear. Everyone was waiting for me to lose my bra. But Gloria lost hers first, and while her boobs are not huge like mine, they are nevertheless beautiful. Adam and Troy both stared lustily at her boobs. I got jealous.

Troy was the first to get naked. He was embarrassed since he had a full erection, but Gloria and I both praised it, and he relaxed. Next Adam got naked, and then Gloria. That left me, with both bra and panties on. The game stopped at that point, and both Troy and Adam jumped me, ripping off both my bra and my panties.

We were rolling around on the floor, the three of us, and I was giggling. Gloria pulled Adam off me, and they kissed. While they kissed Adam's hands went all over Gloria, and she cooed and sighed. It was not long before Adam and Gloria were going to town.

They wasted little time. Adam started sweetly fucking her, and Gloria gasped when he stuck it in all the way. She looked at me, and smiled. The next time she looked at me, she winked, and said, "Adam, I like it rough. Mary says...Oh! Oh, my God!"

Gloria launched a string of invectives as Adam switched on a dime to a vicious fuck. Just as he had done with me, he pulled out, put her on all fours, thrust it back in, and he fucked her as if his life depended on it. His cock was pushing her around the room, while her boobs dangled sexily beneath her. He began to slap her ass as hard as he could, timing his slaps to match his penetrations. Gloria was reduced to guttural moans.

As I watched Gloria's reactions to Adam's magnificent fucking, I imagined me in her place just the previous evening. My reactions must have looked the same. I was so wet I felt as if I were in danger of dripping.

I was proud of how my brother could fuck. Troy however was intimidated. I thought he might be on the verge of crying, seeing this over the top performance of Adam and Gloria. Gloria was not only taking the beating, but she was eating it up and fucking Adam right back.

I led Troy from the room, and over to Adam's bedroom, so we could have some privacy. That sexual display was over the top, and Troy was now insecure. He was intimidated. I had to do something. I said, "I wanted to be naked for you, Troy. Do you like me this way?" I tried to sound insecure myself, and vulnerable. Troy had lost his erection.

"God yes, Mary. You are beautiful naked," Troy said.

"That was the right thing to say. Kiss me Troy. Kiss me all over." Troy began by kissing my lips. We French kissed and then he headed south, kissing and nibbling on my boobs. He even gently bit them, which turned me on. I moaned to let him know.My moan was the best thing I could have done. Now feeling manly again, Troy's cock rose once again to full mast. He kissed me with renewed confidence. Troy's kisses were familiar. They were like old friends returning to make me happy. He caressed my breasts with love, just as he always did, after he would undress me. This time however was different: For the first time ever, he had succeeded to get me naked.

I could not tell, however, if he realized that my pussy was his for the taking.

My vulnerability due to being naked was not lost on Troy. Impressively, he took his time. After a while, his fingers found my snatch, and they performed the familiar rituals I love so much. My fingers in return found his nice, erect, and lovely cock. This time, however, my mouth found it too. That was new. This signaled to Troy that tonight was different.

Having practiced on my very own brother, I tried fellatio on Troy. To say it was a success would be an understatement of monumental proportions. It only took between 5 and 10 minutes before he ejaculated into my mouth, completely filling it with his cum.

The force of Troy's three squirts was impressive, as they blasted my tonsils. I swallowed some of it, establishing my slut bona fides, and quite a bit dribbled out onto my large boobs. I scooped it up wantonly with my fingers, and then licked my fingers clean.

I smiled at Troy. He was spent for at least a while, but my motor was running something fierce, and it was running fast. I got up, and led him back to Adam's room. Adam and Gloria were finished, and Gloria was laid out on the bed, chest heaving, legs splayed, her lovely pussy leaking Adam's bright white cum that I now knew so well.

Troy saw her like that, lovingly but also cruelly used and laying there in post coital bliss. His cock began to stir at the sight. I wondered if Troy wanted to fuck Gloria, and if she wanted to give him sloppy seconds? Teenage men just want to fuck, so I suspected it would be no problem for Troy; it was Gloria I was not so sure about. Just how much of a slut was she?

Adam noticed quick as a wink that Troy had not yet done me. Troy's cum was dripping from my boobs, and of course Adam figured out exactly what I had been up to. He smiled; he had not yet missed watching another man fuck his little sister.

Troy was now on the bed and obviously lusting for Gloria. Gloria's eyes were closed, and she seemed unaware of the pending danger. Troy looked at me, presumably for permission. He really wanted to ravage Gloria; it was obvious. But he did not want to lose me. He wanted it all.

Reluctantly, I nodded. I was not sure how many times Troy had in him, and I realized I may not get him that night. I could live with that. The only drag was that it would foil my plan to make Adam jealous.

Adam said, "Let's leave them alone," and he led me upstairs. He led me to our parents' bedroom, and started rooting around in the drawers underneath the bed. I knew he found what he was looking for when he yelled, "Ahah! I knew it. Kinky. Mom, you are one kinky little slut."

Adam pulled out bondage restraints from the drawer under our parents' bed. "Get on the bed, Mary," he said. I looked at Adam, but did not move.

"Come on, Mary. It will be fun. You'll see," Adam coaxed. I still did not move. I saw that there was also a whip. The idea of being bound and whipped and a complete of control freaked me out something fierce. I realized that it also turned me on. I pushed that thought away, far away.

"I'll eat you if you let me tie you up," Adam said. That's an offer a girl cannot refuse. I got on the bed. I loved the one, solitary time Adam had eaten me. Adam tied me up, spread eagle. He put the blindfold on me, and I could now see nothing. I could see truly nothing at all.

Adam said, "I'm going to try something. Let me know if you want it before, or after."

"What do you mean?" I said, now helpless and a bit terrified. It was scary not being able to move, and not to see, either. Adam said nothing, but he whipped me across the tummy.

"Ouch!" I yelled. "What the fuck are you doing? Are you nuts?"

Adam put the ball gag on me. I was silenced, but good. Then he left the room. Ten minutes later he returned with Gloria and Troy. "This had better be good," Troy said. "I almost had Gloria convinced to have sex with me when you barged in."

I found out later that Adam had arranged with Gloria not to let Troy have sex with her. He was saving Troy for me.

"It's his room, Troy. And I was not about to cave and let you fuck me; but maybe later, okay?" Gloria said. So, she is a slut, I thought. I guess it was obvious from the way she had just fucked Adam on their first date, right?

"Wow," Troy said. "Mary looks so hot like that!"

Adam gave him the whip. He whispered "Go ahead." I heard the whisper. Probably Adam intended for me to hear. Whoosh! The whip came down across my tummy. I tried to scream, but only gurgles came out through the gag. The next blow was on my thighs, then my tummy again. Lots more gurgles emanated from my mouth, as I tried in vain to protest.

"Check her pussy," Adam said.

"Wet. Very wet," Troy said. Someone began to caress my boobs. I did not recognize the caresses; elimination told me it was Gloria. Gloria lovingly kissed my nipples, and gave each one a little suck. Her hands roamed the entire expanse of my generous orbs of soft boob flesh.

Someone climbed onto the bed. A cock poked at my pussy. Was it Adam? I would not know how to react to the fuck! This was not acceptable.

But boy, I suddenly realized: It was so amazingly sexy. Not knowing for sure who was fucking me turned me on something fierce jest then. Adam is a genius, I thought to myself. I kind of wished there were a third boy there, too, in order to make it even less known who it was.

I guess Adam forgot about his promise of cunnilingus. I no longer cared; I had bigger, urgent worries.

Adam or Troy entered me. Whomever it was, he found a warm, wet, highly welcoming reception, and a muffled groan from my ball gagged mouth. The gag was removed, and I asked who was fucking me.

Silence came the reply, and the fucking continued. It gradually got more and more vicious. I figured it was Adam. Troy and Gloria must be watching. I relaxed and began to enjoy having my true love Adam, my twin brother, fucking me.

I heard Gloria moaning. She was doing the other boy (it must be Troy, finally getting his rocks off with Gloria, I thought to myself) on the floor, beside the bed, while I get fucked on the bed. I heard Gloria say, "Oh God, Adam. Fuck me hard again. You are so good. Oh shit, you are good. Never, ever stop fucking me, you bastard. Oh....yes! Right there! Oh, my God!" and then Gloria degenerated into a series of groans and moans.

That left Troy. He was the one pounding me viciously. Finally, Troy was fucking me. I moaned to encourage him. "Fuck me rough, Troy. I like it rough," I said.

Troy responded, and he did his best to imitate Adam's brutality. I could tell his heart was not into rough sex. Adam was a natural, but nevertheless Troy was a quick study, and he was doing a good job. Troy would do anything to please me. I liked that. It's a nice trait in a man.

Maybe my blowjob gave him staying power, because he fucked me a good, long time, and finally I came while he was fucking me. I was noisy. Nobody had any doubt I had cum, probably not even the neighbors. Troy kept fucking me until he finally pulled out and squirted his load all over my boobs. They are, after all, a large target that is hard to miss!

Troy got off me, and I lay there happily in post coital exhaustion and bliss. I was still tied up and blindfolded, and Adam was still pummeling Gloria to smithereens. I lay there, left alone in the darkness created by my blindfold, listening to Gloria's vocal reactions to her sex with my brother Adam. Even though I had just enjoyed Troy a lot, I was jealous.

Adam had lost desire for me. Gloria was all that he wanted. And as for Gloria, she had no interest in Troy. She was thoroughly hooked on my brother. Finally, Troy untied me and liberated me. I removed the blindfold and I could see again.

Gloria was lying on the floor, her legs splayed, her boobs sagging to the side. Adam's fingers were lightly playing with her pussy. She did not seem to be at all concerned with modesty, as Troy and I stared at her. Her face was a mask of bliss.

I took Troy's hand and led him out of our parents' bedroom. It was late at night, very dark with a new moon, and still refreshingly warm outside. Even though we were both naked, I turned on the back-porch light and led him into the backyard.

"Have you ever enjoyed sex outside, Troy?" I asked.

"Mary, tonight is my first time with a woman. I love that you are my first," he said.

"I love it too," I lied. "I'm your first and only, Troy. Would you like to do me again? Perhaps outside? Perhaps now? I'm not tied up anymore, but maybe you would still be interested?" I said.

"It was kind of cool making love to you when you were blindfolded and bound. But I just want to make love to you as much as I can. Anywhere, any time, any conditions," Troy said.

"Okay," I said. I got on all fours on our soft grass and wiggled my bare ass at him. "Let's do it doggy style, big boy," I said.

Troy smiled. It had only been a few minutes, so Troy explained he was not ready to do me again yet. So, we lay down, both naked, and looked at the stars. He played with my boobs as we lay there, and we both discussed our hopes and dreams for the future.

After around 15 minutes, I tentatively reached over to find the wonderful penis that was capable of giving me so much pleasure. It was happily relaxed: flaccid, and simply lying there between his legs. But as soon as my fingers made contact, it immediately stirred. I fondled it a bit, and it stirred some more.

I leaned over Troy, my huge boobs tickling his thighs, and I took his cock, his small appendage that could create so much pleasure when it is was inside me, and I kissed it. His cock responded enthusiastically. I then took his entire cock in my mouth, and I literally felt it grow to full size inside my mouth, finally getting too big to stay completely inside my mouth.

It was truly a thrilling feeling to have Troy's cock grow inside my mouth. I loved it. It made me feel so freaking sexy, and even powerful. What a feeling!

I began to suck on his cock, and move my mouth up and down on it, pretending he was fucking my mouth, instead of my pussy. Troy's breathing got heavier. Troy pushed me off his cock, and he pushed me down onto the lawn. He gently separated my legs. He climbed onto me, and stuck it right in with great force.

I could feel the muscles in his legs. I love how strong men are. I loved his chest hair. I loved the rough stubble of his fast-growing beard. I loved his sweaty, masculine smell. I loved him. God, he felt good inside me. This is where he belonged.

I had formulated a plan. As soon as Troy entered me I began to moan. Shortly thereafter I began to moan as loudly as I could. I wanted three things: First, I wanted Troy to get as turned on as possible and to fuck me for all he was worth. Already happening. Check.

Second, I wanted the neighbors to hear, to look out their windows, and to see me in all my glory getting fucked to smithereens. The idea of being seen while fucking, from a distance, turned me on something fierce. I don't know why; it just did. Maybe I would be successful at that; maybe not. The uncertainty was part of the fun. This girl likes risk.

I could only see one of the neighbor's windows since I was underneath Troy and my view was blocked. I knew it was the bedroom window of one of Adam's friends, and I saw some movement in it. Victory! We were being watched. I needed to give a better show.

"Let's try a new position, Troy. Fuck me standing up?" Troy was up for anything, as long it involved fucking me. I'm not even sure he had to be fucking me; he had seemed plenty interested in fucking Gloria, too. I stood up and went over to the swing set that we had not used since we were little. I put my hands on the bar holding up the swings, in order to prop me up. This gave our neighbor a full frontal of my body. I spread my legs.

Troy followed me over and did what men do with a naked sexpot who spreads her legs. Soon I was gently bouncing up and down, my body responding to Troy's manly thrusts. He was literally lifting me slightly off the ground, using his cock alone, with each of his wonderful thrusts. My neighbor was doubtless getting a great view of my boobs bouncing around, as I continued to moan loudly.

This was sweet, because I knew Adam's friend next door had long enjoyed lusting after my boobs. He never lusted after me, Mary, per se; he just lusted after my boobs. At that age, his lust was probably enough for him to get into my panties, but the coward never tried. On the other hand, he probably was constantly drained from his times with Melissa, a little minx of a girl who was a frequent visitor next door.

Third, I wanted Adam to hear my moans and to get jealous. A few minutes later a naked Adam and a naked Gloria joined us in the backyard. Gloria got on all fours, right next to the ancestral swing set and to me, and Adam entered her rear entry. They got a rhythm going. Check.

Gloria's face was right next to mine, if a few feet lower down. I whispered down to her, "Troy thinks you're hot. Want to change men in mid fuck?" I had to whisper loud enough so that probably the men could hear. But I think they were too distracted fucking us just then to have bothered to eavesdrop.

"But Adam is your brother! Ooh, you slut. You dog, you! You know, Mary, you are one sexy bitch. I love the way your filthy mind works. Sure, I would. Count me in," Gloria said. I nodded to her. While she had said all that, it came in small bursts, as she tried to catch her breath in between Adam's vicious thrusts.

"On the count of three," I whispered, "Let's both shout switch." Gloria nodded, I counted, and we yelled SWITCH! It was such a sudden sound that it surprised the boys and they both stopped, startled.

Both men stopped with their cocks buried inside of us. I said, "Troy, it's time for you to show Gloria how magnificently you fuck. Adam, take over for Troy. Keep your gorgeous cock in the family, where it belongs."

"But Adam's your brother!" Troy said.

"Don't worry about it," Adam said, pulling out of Gloria as he spoke, and pushing Troy out of me. Adam was smiling. He knew this was my idea, and he was enjoying my filthy mind. I think he was even proud of me for thinking of this!

"But Gloria, are you okay with this?" Troy said. He was flummoxed and nervous.

"Fuck me you bastard," Gloria said, and she wiggled her ass invitingly. "Fuck me good. I've wanted you to fuck me for so long, you moron. You never saw it, you were too busy pining away for Mary all the time. Well, I'm here now, you're here, and I want you inside me. I want you bad. Fuck me now!"

Both men entered us. The switch was complete. Adam was giving me a loving fuck. I was angry at how much he had enjoyed Gloria, so I told him, "I want it rough, asshole brother. Come on. Show me what you're made of. Is this how you fucked all those Okinawa whores, you pathetic excuse for a man?"

Adam did not need any more prompting, and he went to town on me, pushing me around the yard with his thrusts from hell. He was so brutal, I think I could have tested positive for a rape. I loved it. I emitted loud guttural groans as he destroyed me.

At one point, Adam accidentally rammed me into Gloria as she calmly let Troy plow away in her cunt. We knocked her over, forcing Troy's glistening wet cock to fall out of her. She giggled, knowing it was inadvertent. She lay on her back, her legs maximally far apart, in a sexually inviting pose. She screwed up her face into a fetching expression.

Gloria said to Troy, "Come back in, lover boy. My pussy, like nature, abhors a vacuum." Then she grabbed her ankles and held her legs straight up in the air, showing all three of us her engorged, bright pink pussy, and her virgin asshole, all tiny and puckered.

When Troy re-entered her, I don't know how she did it, but I swear I heard a noise that sounded like her pussy sucking him back inside of her. It was kind of a small "whoosh" sound. "Ah," she said. "Welcome back. Never leave, lover. God, you feel good."

It got late, and both Gloria and Troy had parents to go home to. Troy gave Gloria a ride home. Gloria told me the next day that he walked her to the front door, kissed her for quite a while, and slipped his hand under her skirt. He pushed her panties to her knees and then wonderfully fingered her as they kissed.

Gloria told me she got as wet as the south bay in winter. Her words.

Finally, she pushed Troy away, undid his pants, and freed his cock. She put her arms around him, climbed up his body, and slipped down onto his hard, throbbing cock. She fucked him like that, right on the front porch of her parents' home, under the yellow illumination of their summertime bug light. The girl likes risk.

It was awkward, but she refused to let him go until he shot his load up inside her. It was then that he said the three words. She said them back. Gloria was excited. Troy was the first boy who had ever said "I love you" to her. He was also the first boy to whom she had ever professed her love using the exact same three words. She knew I was sweet on Troy, and she hoped desperately that I was okay with it.

No, I was not okay with it, but I did not say that. Troy was for me; he was my guy. I had groomed him to replace Peter when the time came. The time had come. But then I thought: I have my brother Adam right here at home. I have Peter across the country at his fancy elite East Coast college. Well, maybe I do. Maybe too, I was losing him to one of those sexy East Coast tramps.

But also, I have an entire college full of available men waiting for me down the road a piece. My potential sex life had promise. With my boobs, it will be easy to get a boyfriend or two, or three, in college. Won't it? There it is again: my damnable insecurity!

Who knows what will happen when I go off to college in a few weeks? I do: Men will come for the boobs, but stay for the pussy. If I let them have any pussy, that is. I don't need two or three. Just one of the men at college will be just right for me, I'm sure.

Of course, I don't want a jerk. They're always the first to come after the new arrivals, I suppose. Oh, fiddlesticks! This may not be the slam dunk I was hoping for. "Slam dunk:" very funny, I thought to myself.

How many men in total do I need? You don't collect men the way you collect charms on a charm bracelet, now do you?

Speaking of men, a few days later I was leaving the house at the same time as the neighbor boy Jack, Adam's friend, was leaving. The way he looked at me, I knew he had watched the four of us enjoy each other in the back yard. He came over to me. I smiled.

"Mary, I saw you the other night, you know," he said.

"I know you did. I saw you, too. I hope you liked what you saw. I wanted you to see," I said.

"I've always thought you were pretty and sexy, Mary. But wow. You are the hottest girl on the planet, let me tell you. Want to go out tonight? Do I stand a chance with you?"

"I'd love to go out with you, Jack, but only as friends. Sex is off the table. Does that change things? Do you still want to take me out?" I replied.

Jack could not hide his disappointment. It's fucked up, but I was charmed. He still wanted to date me, even though I had said no to sex in advance. That made me like him all the more. He took me to dinner, and then to the movies.

We had a wonderful time, and I discovered that, unlike most boys his age, he was a good conversationalist. At the end of the date, even though we live next door to each other, he walked me to my door.

"Kiss goodnight, pretty woman?" Jack asked. "Or do you consider a goodnight kiss to be sex?"

I wanted to kiss him. I had said no sex. I was pretty sure if I kissed him my resolve would weaken. Am I that much of a slut, I thought? I decided to test myself. I put my arms around his neck and turned my face up towards him and closed my eyes. I received one of the sweetest, most tender, and loving kisses of my life.

"Kiss me again, Jack," I said. Soon we were French kissing and our bodies were melting into one another's. His hands ran up and down my backside, caressing my ass through my skirt. I wanted his hands to go under my skirt, but he was either shy or respectful. We were, after all, standing on my parents' front porch. And I had, let's remember, said, "No sex."

"Want to come over to my place for a nightcap?" Jack said. "My parents are out of town, on a trip." I nodded, and off we went.

Twenty minutes later I was naked and giving Jack a blowjob. I had decided that "no sex" meant no intercourse. What can I say? It was a Bill Clinton moment. An hour later, I left Jack and I walked the 200 yards back to our house, wearing only my shoes. I went straight to Adam's room, stark naked, and said, quite succinctly, "I need an Adam fuck."

Adam obliged. I learned I can always depend on my brother. It's a nice thing to know about one's brother.

Returning however to the subject of Troy, I knew I was Troy's first. I would always be special: I was, after all, the first girl he had ever laid. I'm sure men remember their first time, right? I know women do. I guess everyone must, am I right? Help me out here, boys: Do you remember your first time? Your first girl?

Come what may, Troy would never forget me. I was sure he would be ready to fuck me when we both come home during college vacations. That was all a girl could need, it seemed to me just then.

My prophecy about Troy proved true. I broke up with Peter and found a great man at college in Santa Cruz. Troy remained loyal to Gloria. She too was loyal, Gloria style. She casually fucked around while Troy was off at UC Berkeley, but despite her promiscuity and her love of one night stands, her heart belonged to Troy. When he came back to town, she was his girl, and she was exclusively his girl. Gloria went to the local state college.

Six years later Adam left the Army. I was married at this point. I even had a child with my husband Craig. Adam returned a different man. He was no longer a gung-ho kind of guy. He was now a peace activist. But one thing was unchanged: his love for his sister. His love and his carnal lust for me were both undimmed. If anything, his feelings and his desire were even stronger.

He had gone six years without sex with me, but his desire had not dimmed an iota. It's because we're family, I guess. Peter no longer had any desire for me, nor did I for him. None at all. Nope. Nada. But for Adam, I knew that somehow, we would always lust for each other. I can't explain it; I can only describe it.

Adam came to visit us at our home in Santa Rosa. My husband Craig left for work, and my daughter Hannah went off to preschool, leaving our small, tacky house to Adam and me. Adam asked if I wanted to watch a video? I thought it was a strange question, but I said sure. I just wanted to be with him, to sit next to him on the couch. I wanted maximal physical proximity. That was enough for me. All I wanted was to be near him, to touch him, and to feel his touch.

The video opened with a short, naked girl climbing onto a bed. A tall, strapping man was applying restraints. The girl was being bound. The girl had huge boobs, maybe even bigger than mine. She also had a tight, hard, body. She was gorgeous, and she was sexy as all hell. The man was an Adonis: hard body, rippling muscles, gorgeous cock, the works.

This was a bondage video. Maybe it was B&D? Did I really want to watch that kind of video? Why was Adam showing it to me, anyway?

Suddenly I realized the girl was not some anonymous sexpot porn goddess. I myself was the girl! It was me, from six years earlier! I was the one being bound and blindfolded. The tall, strapping hunk of a man was my very own brother Adam. Holy shit! How was this even possible?

Did I just mistake my body from 6 years ago as belonging to a porn goddess? Did I just really do that?

Next I saw Troy get on the bed. His hard body was to die for, too, even if I had not really noticed it at the time. When you're 18 or 19 you take hard bodies for granted. Now I'm 25, and hard bodies are no longer everywhere, all around you.

I watched as Troy fucked the bejesus out of me. Alongside on the floor, Adam was fucking his heart out with Gloria. The sounds from our DVD player filled the room with Gloria's moans and cries, and my own moans and expletives, with exhortations for Troy to go harder, deeper

I watched the entire video, a good 30 minutes long, in complete shock. When it was over, I just sat there, dumbfounded. I looked at Adam and spoke to him with my eyes alone, saying, "How? Why? What's going on?"

Adam smiled. He used language to reply, "Dad set it up. He has tons of videos of Mom doing it with him, doing it with our neighbors, and her doing it with all sorts of men. Don't worry, Mary; I deleted this video of us from his system, but only after I had copied it, of course. Mom is a big-time slut, and Dad is one sick son of a bitch. But they're great parents, and they love us, and that's what counts, right?"

I was speechless. Finding my voice, I asked in a hoarse whisper, "Who else has seen this video, Adam?" I was already horny as hell, just from watching it. It was the best porn video I had ever seen. Okay, I had not seen that many. But I had seen enough to know this was off the charts.

"Well, our neighbor Jack, of course. After your display in the backyard, I felt I had no choice. And I showed it to a few of my army buddies. Well, maybe more than just a few. You know how it is. We all get lonesome for American pussy over there in Japan. And here I have this tape of the most beautiful sister in the world. Also the sexiest, I might add. A lot of army men think you are smoking hot, by the way," Adam said. "You have an Army fan club."

You know, I mused, it is really hot to see a porn video where the people in it are your friends. But to see one where you are the star? That's freaky. I can imagine all sorts of reactions to it. My reaction involved how I myself, well myself six years ago, looked in the video. I looked good. My reaction was positive. It was very positive.

I was speechless, in and of itself a rare event. Adam spoke, as if he were giving a command in the army, "Mary, strip. Get naked, and get on the bed. I brought along restraints." I did as Adam asked. I was in a state of shock. I was following what sounded like military commands. Adam applied the restraints.

As in the video, I was naked and spread eagle on the bed. Adam next surprised me, when he said, "Come on in, guys." There I was, nude on the bed, spread eagle and bound, and in walk Gloria and Troy. They looked great. Six years had not changed them. Not even a little!

"Hi Mary," they both said, together, as if this was a normal way to see somebody after a six-year absence.

"Uh, hi guys. Excuse my appearance; I was not expecting company," I said.

They laughed. "Who do you want first? Troy or your brother? I get the other one," Gloria said.

"Nothing's changed?" I asked.

"Nothing has changed," Adam replied, as he undressed.

Troy said, "God, Mary. I forgot how hot you are. Jesus, woman, you are gorgeous. You are still so amazingly sexy and gorgeous."

"Troy, you're an idiot," Gloria said. I silently disagreed just then. I liked hearing what Troy had just said.

"She's right, you moron," Adam added. "The only woman I've ever met as hot and as beautiful as my sister here, is your wife Gloria. Now get on that bed, Troy, and show my sister how it feels to be fucked by someone who really means it. Don't worry about me. I'll be enjoying your sexy wife, outside in the backyard."

"In broad daylight?" Gloria asked.

"Yeah. Come on woman; get naked, already."

"You're on, you sexist bastard. But you'd better fuck me good. Troy spoils me, you know." Gloria said as she removed her clothes and her bra, but kept on her panties. "Catch me if you can!" she exclaimed, as she ran, giggling, her boobs bouncing in front of her, to my backyard.

I knew Adam would have no trouble catching her. I heard the thud as he tackled her in the back yard. Giggles quickly followed. Then a short while later I heard her moans. Her moans had not changed; I'd recognize them anywhere. My brother still knows how to fuck, I thought. I wonder if he will try it with me? Of course he will; what am I, an insecure moron?

As they went to the backyard, I was bound and Troy was brutally fucking me. Well, Troy still knew how to get to me. He was not just nailing me, it felt as if he were speaking love to my very soul. In return, I loved it, every single thrust.

The violence of his penetrations caused my boobs to bounce around like large bowls of jello. My last thoughts as I fought to delay my orgasm just a little longer, were how glad I was that Craig had not yet built a privacy fence for the back yard. I wanted the neighbors to see my brother Adam fuck the shit out of Gloria.

Before my husband came home with our daughter, I too got to enjoy Adam in our backyard. It all came rushing back. I realized it would never leave. My brother and I were going to fuck from time to time until our dying days. I could not resist him. I knew I would never be able to resist him. I would have it no other way. And as for Adam himself? It was obvious to me he would always desire me. The only question was: Would we involve my husband Craig, or not?

After our sex, we went back to the bedroom, and this time Gloria was bound on the bed, and Troy was in the process of ravishing her, but good. We watched, and I gently played with Adam's cock, as he drooled over Gloria.

I figured I could wait to involve Craig until Adam married, too. I knew he was involved with a Japanese sexpot. She's named Himari. I'm told Japanese women know how to please their men. The fact that she's originally from Okinawa, however, makes me just a bit nervous. Of course, she's been living in LA ever since she was 7, so basically, she is American.

Also, it seems to be an obsession with American men these days to take Asian women to bed. I have no idea why that is, but I've seen it too many times to deny it. So, if Himari wants to do the deed with Craig, it should not be too hard to convince Craig to join the fun.

I'm looking forward to meeting her. It should be soon, Adam told me, during our second fuck. We were in that state of post coital exhaustion when I heard the garage door open. Adam and I set a new world record in fast dressing. We barely made it, as Hannah rushed in yelling, "Mommy! Mommy!"

"Give your uncle Adam a kiss, peanut," I said. I gave Craig a big hug. I hoped I did not smell of sex too bad; I wished I could have had enough time to apply a bit more perfume.

"You must be Adam. It's nice finally to meet Mary's twin," Craig said. Adam smiled. It was his malevolent smile. I shuddered. I just knew Adam was going to make me sneak downstairs to the guest room to visit him once Craig was asleep. I was already looking forward to it, horny little incest craving, cheating sister than I am.

I left to go make everyone a cocktail, and Hannah some chocolate milk. I also sprayed some perfume in the strategic places of my body. When I returned, Craig and Adam were talking like old friends. Adam was regaling him with stories of my youth. Once Hannah was in bed, he told Craig about how every boy in high school was obsessed with my boobs and wanted to get into my pants.

I told Adam that was enough of such nonsense, but Craig shut me down. He was drinking it up. At one point he said, "I wish I could have seen that," when Adam told him how we did show and tell on the beach, with his cock and my boobs. I was scared Adam was going to tell Craig how I got naked and took his cock in my mouth with voyeurs watching! But he did not, thank God.

Then it dawned on me. When Craig said, "I wish I could have seen that," it was like a secret message had passed between Adam and Craig. I knew that look on Craig's face: he is my husband, after all. And I knew the look on Adam's face: he was my brother after all.

There was one obvious explanation. Adam had already somehow shown Craig the video of Troy fucking me in our mother's bed, that one wild night six years ago. It was their secret. I was horrified: My own husband had seen me bound, having wanton sex with a high school boyfriend. Jesus H. Christ. I wanted to get into bed and cover myself with the covers.

Later that night, when the men were drinking and I was putting Hannah to bed for the third time, reading her a fourth bedtime story, Adam did tell Craig what Adam and I did on the beach that fateful day.

Adam told me later that Craig said to him, "I'm not surprised. I've always known Mary has a lot of secrets. She tries to be normal, but fundamentally, she's not. We could have some fun if she would open up. Three of my best friends have the hots for her. Do you think she might share her wealth? Do you think she could ever be open to a life of more variety than just me?"

"Craig said that? You're not shitting me?" I asked, totally surprised. I figured the video might have given him the idea.

"Army's honor, sexy Mary," Adam said. He held his hand over his heart as he spoke.

"What did you say in reply??" I asked Adam, somewhat horrified.

Adam replied, "I told him I would mention it to you. I told him that as sister and brother, we share everything. Everything. Absolutely everything."

"You said it like that? You used the same tone of voice that you used just now when you said 'absolutely everything'?" I asked.

"Yep. I think he understood. I even lifted my hips and humped the air, to make it eminently clear. I think he knows we're incestuous siblings. If he does, he is not grossed out. No, he just wants to join the fun. He had a tent in his pants. He's going to have fun with you tonight, you can count on that, my sexy little wench of a sister," Adam said. "I even told him of my bondage restraints, and he wants to borrow them for tonight. I like Craig. You did well in your choice for a husband."

I groaned.

Adam went on and told me of how he had told Craig of Peter, and how I cheated on Peter with Troy. He then said how I cheated on Troy with Jack. But Adam further explained to Craig that all was okay, because Troy was cheating on me with Gloria. I was getting red in the face.

"I did not cheat on Troy with Jack, you asshole. I did not have sex with Jack!" I said.

"You blew him, Mary. You walked home naked, for Pete's sake. Troy would call that cheating," Adam said.

"I was not naked. I was wearing my shoes," I said.

Adam looked at me. He began to snicker. I suddenly realized how ridiculous I sounded, and we both laughed.

Then he told me that he had told Craig how I was a slut in college. He told him how the men came for my boobs, but stayed for my prowess in bed, and with my mouth. He gave an estimate of the number of men who had sampled my charms during my four college years. I have no idea how he knew, but the estimate was fairly accurate. It was a little low, but I was sure as hell not going to tell Adam that!

"You did not tell him about the incident at the pool, did you?" I asked, hopelessly scared.

"Ah, Mary, that's one story you have neglected to tell me," Adam said.

"Thank God for small favors," I said. "Good for me."

"You've got to tell me, my little hushpuppy slut. You know you do," Adam said.

"Adam, you're an asshole. You're a bastard. How could you do this to me, the sister you love? How could you tell Craig all that ancient history? You made me sound like a tramp! Like a gold-plated slut. How could you? Do you want to wreck my marriage? Are you jealous of Craig?" I was mad at Adam, and I needed to change the subject from the pool incident. Putting him on the defensive seemed a good strategy just then.

"Of course I'm jealous! He gets to fuck you every morning and every night. Now he's going to get to watch you fuck his friends, too." Adam paused after his outburst. He added, "You're welcome for that, by the way."

I threw a pillow at him. But the truth was, I loved Craig. I loved him with all my heart, and all of my soul. But the idea of fucking his friends, adding some variety to my sex life, and with Craig talking a "reluctant" me into doing it, really got my motor running.

Nevertheless, I said, "Shame on you, Adam. Did it ever occur to you that in these past six years I might have matured? Promiscuity is a young woman's game. I am now a married woman with a child. I still have a sex drive, thank goodness, but I'm sure it's different from what it was like six years ago."

I saw the way Adam was looking at me. He did not believe a word of it. I tried again, "Okay, okay, I enjoyed fucking Troy again today, and of course I loved getting it on with you, and it was great to see Gloria again. I even still have my latent lesbian feelings for her, as I'm sure you know. Maybe Gloria does for me, too; I don't know. But this is all old times. We had nostalgia sex with them today, but that's the end of it. These days I'm loyal to Craig, and I'm happy about it."

Adam bought none of this. I silently cursed him. He knew me too well. He understood me too well. He knew both how fucked up I was, and he of all people knew how fucked up I was about to be. He began to undress me. I got very little sleep that night, but in exchange, I received the gift of cum. I received a generous donation of lots of Adam's cum.

As for what Adam had told Craig about me having sex with his friends, I knew that I'd have to play it carefully. I quickly decided on a strategy. Like Caesar before me when Marc Antony offered him his fake crown, I would refuse categorically three times, each refusal being weaker than the one before. My resistance, my resolve, I planned gradually to weaken. Little by little I planned to let Craig pressure me into it. Slow to be convinced, reluctant to the moment when the first of Craig's friend entered my wet, warm pussy; that was the key. This was going to be fun.

I lead an interesting life. But it's a good life. As I write this, I am waiting for Adam's next visit. I'm hoping he will bring Himari, his betrothed. I wonder if we will try to involve Himari and Craig with our incestuous antics? I'm not at all sure if that will work. We'll see. Bye bye, for now.

PS: Oh yes, and in case you're wondering, no -- I have never told Adam or anyone else about the pool incident. You do not give ideas to men like Adam. You just don't. It's my little secret, hee hee. And it's also my most erotic memory. But Adam will learn of it. Some of the others involved will talk. Adam has frightening capabilities; I wonder if he works secretly for the CIA?

PPS: If you've read my little memoir here, then you probably have some insight into my personality by now. Use your imagination for the pool incident. Remember, I was young, stupid in the sense of lacking judgement, oversexed, and in college at the time. Chances are you won't be far from the truth.

PPPS: Two of Craig's friends turned out to be run of the mill fucks. But his third friend: Whoa! That man can send me over the top, every time. There have now been a lot of times. Too many that Craig does not know about, but hey, this was his idea, right?

PPPPS: Peter is now in politics in Connecticut. I would not be surprised if one day he actually becomes a U.S. Senator. Wouldn't it be cool to fuck a sitting U.S. Senator? I think it would be. I figure I have a chance. Maybe a good chance. I know exactly how to get to Peter. I know his weaknesses, maybe better than anyone. Maybe even better than his wife, who impresses me, at least from pictures, as a very pretty, but also a cold, frigid bitch. Hee, hee.