As adolescents, still learning about our own maturing bodies, there were frequent "show-and-tell" learning opportunities.  As the lessons advanced, mutual masturbation was mastered.  Heavy petting and to oral sex followed quickly thereafter.  We did not fuck, though.  Vaginal intercourse was too scary.  We knew the consequences . . . a pregnancy . . . with mom and dad discovering our little secret.  Besides, I was saving myself for marriage. 

     By then, those sex games of our youth were replaced by back rubs with wandering hands, wagers (over just about anything), a barter system (the earliest form of prostitution), or by dares (when we were both really horny at the same time).  The stakes or payments were that there was some sort of sexual act in it for him for his victory, and my payoff was two-fold.  If I won and was not horny, he would clean my room and car, and do my chores and the dishes for me.  But if I was horny", he'd have to perform oral sex on me . . . until orgasm . . . and then leave.  He'd beg to stay, but it was not part of the deal.  I'd watch him jack-off as he walked toward his bedroom.   I felt so powerful.

    Throughout all of this, there really was no regard that what we were doing was "incest".  It was just a word meaning "family sex".  There was no immorality or taboo attached to it, it was just a word.  We figured it was something that most siblings did and never talked about.  Besides, it seemed so natural.  We had been the best of friends our entire lives, nudity was common in our household, and it was incredibly fun!

     When I went away to college, he would frequently take the bus out to visit.  No one thought anything of my brother spending the weekend in my dorm room.  We'd do all the things a brother and sister would do in such a situation.  I brought him to football games, parties, and bars, and when we went back to the room, often a little "buzzed", we'd "69" each other over and over. We have even fall asleep that way, ready for another round in the morning.   These visits continued for a year . . . until he started school there. 

     While we were both attending that University, we developed a routine.  When he would go out on a date and not get laid, he'd show up at my door, with a beer or a flower from someone's garden, with hopes that I would "help" relieve him of his sexual frustration.  Sometime I did.  For me, when a make-out session with my date started getting too hot, I'd get horny and a little scared, and would ditch the guy to immediately go to my brother's dorm in hope that he would "help" me.  He always did.  In regards to the fear issue, understand that my only experience with sex were these times with my most trusted companion . . . my sibling. Everyone else was an outsider.  Besides, that picture still was not right for losing my virginity.  The right man still hadn't come along. 

     I graduated college in the expected number of years and he took the 6 year plan.  During those extra few years apart, I met a man and finally gave myself to him on my wedding night.  To tell you the truth, it was more fun with my brother . . . and he was a better lover.

     As "full-grown" adults, our relationship has remained rock solid.  Unlike our inattentive spouses, my brother and I still give each other therapeutic back rubs.  At times they become very sensual, and occasionally we've found ourselves, well, sort of . . . naked.  Sometimes guilt  and cognitive dissonance would battle with our emotions.  During these "rationalization rounds" we'd talk about the human instincts that drew us together, and the fond memories of our innocent, incestuous past.  The theoretical positions taken ranged from the moral to the libertarian perspectives on the issue of consensual adult incest. 

     We agreed that our spouses were the only reason we felt "funny" about our contacts.

     When recently, through divorces, our "having spouses" was no longer an issue, we found ourselves in multiple coital positions and living together in my house.  Our friends, parents, and former spouses, believe our living arrangement to be based on convenience and financial efficiency, and they are glad we did not rebound into other marriages. 

     We sometimes laugh at how easy it is for us to be living this life.

     A few years ago, when my brother was surfing the 'Net for incest related sites, he came across many incest forums, and through them we realized that we are not the only ones to engage in incest, nor to even have similar living arrangements. 

     We felt relief. 

     So, as a creative outlet and a supportive tool for other brothers and sisters, we present this sophisticated, unique, erotic web site. 

     We hope you enjoy experiencing this comprehensive incest site!

     Best regards,

     Bart and Lisa
 
 

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