Sibling Complications Chapter 1
of
Dave Schmidt
genre
incest
Chapter 1
My name is Erik Shephart. I live together with my sister Diane and my parents, who I only refer to as Mother and Father.
Diane is 15 and I am 17 years old. We live in an old hut, away from the village, near a forest. Since we do not have much space within our house, my parents share a room to sleep and my sister and I share a room to sleep. We do not spend much time within our room, since we have to help on the farm outside all day. In our free time we roam the forest to play. When we aren't working on the fields, our mother teaches us to read and write amd Diane to cook. Father teaches us to read and understand the Bible and me to hunt.
Aside from chores, our parents do not care for us much, and we are free to spend what little free time we have however we want. The only thing we are not to do is to go to the village.
Mother says the people there are cruel and sinful. Father teaches us to be logical and to never let our feelings be of importance. That's how he taught me to kill animals so that we can eat. During winter, when it gets cold, our parents leave home for a while to gather resources from the village to last us through the winter more easily.
They claim to be able to resist the foul, sinful residents of the village. So when the first snow falls, our parents prepare for their journey to provide food, water and warm blankets. Meanwhile my sister and I are left alone at home, with what little resources we have left, to care for ourselves for at least a week, maybe two.
This time was different. Diane had started to act weird and more reclusive eversince she turned 15. I remember acting the same when I was around her age. At fault were sudden erections and lustful yearning that trouble me to this day, though much less now than before. But my sister has no penis to speak of as far as I am aware, therefore erections surely cannot be the cause for her discomfort.
So on the first night of our parents' absence, I asked her: „My dearest sister, are you feeling alright? You've become so reclusive and you appear to be troubled by something. What is causing you this discomfort?“
She looked down on herself and reluctantly replied: „My mind has been plagued with sinful thoughts of lust for a while now. I have tried to hide it but it has proven to be too difficult for me to handle. Please do not speak to Mother and Father of this! I beg of you to keep it a secret, I promise to fight through it!“
„Do not worry. I have fought with the same thoughts you have Diane. I have no intention of telling Mother and Father about it. I have kept them a secret for three years no, though they still plague my mind.“, I told her.
With a look of surprise and shock, Diane said: „Three years?! And they have not gone away? Are they going to stay so long for me as well? Do you think these thoughts will never fade? Are we perhaps cursed?“
„No.“, I calmy said to her. „I do not believe us to be cursed. I believe that we just have not dealt with them properly. Do you remember what mother taught us about the goal of life?“
„Yes.“,she answered. „The goal of life is pleasure and happiness, the meaning of life is to serve god.“
„Exactly“, I replied. „I must shamefully admit that when I give into these desires, I feel good. I feel pleasure. I feel happy. I do not know how it works for you, since your body is different from mine.“
„What does your body do?“, sister asked shamefully.
After a moment of consideration I answered: „My member grows larger and hardens. It is uncomfortable but when I touch and stroke it, it gives me great pleasure. What is it that happens with your body?“
Still looking away from me, Diane replied: „My breasts swell, my nipples harden and my labia becomes wet and leaks a strange fluid. It always confuses me when it happens and I just wish to cry for help but I realize that there is nothing that can be done. Talking about it makes me feel uncomortable as well.“
„Me too...“, I replied. „I do not mean to alarm you but I can feel my member becoming stiff.“
„My labia is becoming wet as well. This is no good, dear brother. What can we do if fighting it isn't the way?“
„We must simply let it happen. I found pleasure through touching my penis. Perhaps you can find pleasure by doing the same to the affected areas on your body.“, I suggested. Sister looked up at me in embarrassment but nodded and put her hands on her bosom. I put one hand in my crotch and started rubbing at it.
„I am unsure, dear brother...“, Diane said. „while it does feel good, It does not feel quite right. Perhaps we shouldn't do this.“
„Perhaps you need help.“, I replied. „You said your labia was affected as well?
She nodded. So I put my free hand in my sister's crotch and started rubbing it. She gasped and began to moan quietly. With a surprised look on her face, she exclaimed: „This feels good brother. I feel good!“
We moved closer and began caressing one another, focusing on our pelvic areas and Dianes' chest. Almost by second nature, we removed each others' clothes. Her chest had grown quite large over the last few years. Almost as large as Mothers'. I had not seen a womans' chest eversince I was a toddler and my memory from that time doesn't serve me very well anymore. Sisters' bosom resembles udders in size, with only one teat each. I handled them as such, whilst she did the same to my member. We did not speak a word during this process. Everything felt natural and right and it was almost like we knew exactly what to do. Suddenly, the pleasure increased rapidly and before we could think about what was happening, a strange, white liquid released from our genitals. I had this happen before but Diane appeared concerned. Not only had she never experienced this but my thick, white liquid had shot all over her face and bosom. She started to panic, so I calmed her: „Do not worry Sister, this will not harm you, everything is okay. We did the right thing. I do net yet understand the meaning or use of this liquid but I know that it is a good sign. You should still go and wash yourself before you go to sleep.“
Diane appeared reliefed, nodded and went into the washroom. When she came back, her naked body stunned me. Even though I had just seen and felt it, I was more focused on our pleasure and less on what my eyes were seeing. Now that it was over I marvelled upon her curvaceous, small body. Her skin was smooth, except for her crotch. Her long, silky hair perfectly framed her face and and round chest. I couldn't help but miss this beautiful sight when she put her clothing back on.
With our minds at ease and our lust satisfied, we were able to fall asleep quickly and peacefully.
My name is Erik Shephart. I live together with my sister Diane and my parents, who I only refer to as Mother and Father.
Diane is 15 and I am 17 years old. We live in an old hut, away from the village, near a forest. Since we do not have much space within our house, my parents share a room to sleep and my sister and I share a room to sleep. We do not spend much time within our room, since we have to help on the farm outside all day. In our free time we roam the forest to play. When we aren't working on the fields, our mother teaches us to read and write amd Diane to cook. Father teaches us to read and understand the Bible and me to hunt.
Aside from chores, our parents do not care for us much, and we are free to spend what little free time we have however we want. The only thing we are not to do is to go to the village.
Mother says the people there are cruel and sinful. Father teaches us to be logical and to never let our feelings be of importance. That's how he taught me to kill animals so that we can eat. During winter, when it gets cold, our parents leave home for a while to gather resources from the village to last us through the winter more easily.
They claim to be able to resist the foul, sinful residents of the village. So when the first snow falls, our parents prepare for their journey to provide food, water and warm blankets. Meanwhile my sister and I are left alone at home, with what little resources we have left, to care for ourselves for at least a week, maybe two.
This time was different. Diane had started to act weird and more reclusive eversince she turned 15. I remember acting the same when I was around her age. At fault were sudden erections and lustful yearning that trouble me to this day, though much less now than before. But my sister has no penis to speak of as far as I am aware, therefore erections surely cannot be the cause for her discomfort.
So on the first night of our parents' absence, I asked her: „My dearest sister, are you feeling alright? You've become so reclusive and you appear to be troubled by something. What is causing you this discomfort?“
She looked down on herself and reluctantly replied: „My mind has been plagued with sinful thoughts of lust for a while now. I have tried to hide it but it has proven to be too difficult for me to handle. Please do not speak to Mother and Father of this! I beg of you to keep it a secret, I promise to fight through it!“
„Do not worry. I have fought with the same thoughts you have Diane. I have no intention of telling Mother and Father about it. I have kept them a secret for three years no, though they still plague my mind.“, I told her.
With a look of surprise and shock, Diane said: „Three years?! And they have not gone away? Are they going to stay so long for me as well? Do you think these thoughts will never fade? Are we perhaps cursed?“
„No.“, I calmy said to her. „I do not believe us to be cursed. I believe that we just have not dealt with them properly. Do you remember what mother taught us about the goal of life?“
„Yes.“,she answered. „The goal of life is pleasure and happiness, the meaning of life is to serve god.“
„Exactly“, I replied. „I must shamefully admit that when I give into these desires, I feel good. I feel pleasure. I feel happy. I do not know how it works for you, since your body is different from mine.“
„What does your body do?“, sister asked shamefully.
After a moment of consideration I answered: „My member grows larger and hardens. It is uncomfortable but when I touch and stroke it, it gives me great pleasure. What is it that happens with your body?“
Still looking away from me, Diane replied: „My breasts swell, my nipples harden and my labia becomes wet and leaks a strange fluid. It always confuses me when it happens and I just wish to cry for help but I realize that there is nothing that can be done. Talking about it makes me feel uncomortable as well.“
„Me too...“, I replied. „I do not mean to alarm you but I can feel my member becoming stiff.“
„My labia is becoming wet as well. This is no good, dear brother. What can we do if fighting it isn't the way?“
„We must simply let it happen. I found pleasure through touching my penis. Perhaps you can find pleasure by doing the same to the affected areas on your body.“, I suggested. Sister looked up at me in embarrassment but nodded and put her hands on her bosom. I put one hand in my crotch and started rubbing at it.
„I am unsure, dear brother...“, Diane said. „while it does feel good, It does not feel quite right. Perhaps we shouldn't do this.“
„Perhaps you need help.“, I replied. „You said your labia was affected as well?
She nodded. So I put my free hand in my sister's crotch and started rubbing it. She gasped and began to moan quietly. With a surprised look on her face, she exclaimed: „This feels good brother. I feel good!“
We moved closer and began caressing one another, focusing on our pelvic areas and Dianes' chest. Almost by second nature, we removed each others' clothes. Her chest had grown quite large over the last few years. Almost as large as Mothers'. I had not seen a womans' chest eversince I was a toddler and my memory from that time doesn't serve me very well anymore. Sisters' bosom resembles udders in size, with only one teat each. I handled them as such, whilst she did the same to my member. We did not speak a word during this process. Everything felt natural and right and it was almost like we knew exactly what to do. Suddenly, the pleasure increased rapidly and before we could think about what was happening, a strange, white liquid released from our genitals. I had this happen before but Diane appeared concerned. Not only had she never experienced this but my thick, white liquid had shot all over her face and bosom. She started to panic, so I calmed her: „Do not worry Sister, this will not harm you, everything is okay. We did the right thing. I do net yet understand the meaning or use of this liquid but I know that it is a good sign. You should still go and wash yourself before you go to sleep.“
Diane appeared reliefed, nodded and went into the washroom. When she came back, her naked body stunned me. Even though I had just seen and felt it, I was more focused on our pleasure and less on what my eyes were seeing. Now that it was over I marvelled upon her curvaceous, small body. Her skin was smooth, except for her crotch. Her long, silky hair perfectly framed her face and and round chest. I couldn't help but miss this beautiful sight when she put her clothing back on.
With our minds at ease and our lust satisfied, we were able to fall asleep quickly and peacefully.
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