It’s Not Incest

It’s Not Incest

A brother and sister, age fifteen and fourteen find themselves alone for the summer with both mom and dad working. Boredom sets in quickly and the brother has ideas to pass the time away.

“Its not incest I’m telling you the truth”

“Look Rob, it is. You want me to show you my boobies and you’re my brother, that’s incest no matter how you look at it, isn’t it?”

“Rachael, listen, yes you are my sister but what harm is there in just showing me some of your skin? You have to understand it would only be incest if I were touch your tits! And I promise not to lay a hand on you, unless you tell me I can.”

Laying on the bed across from her it’s apparent to Rachael that Rob is excited from the bulge in his pajamas. She can only wonder what’s inside the pajamas. Rob wouldn’t be the first boy to see her tits, her so called boyfriend played with them last year when they were only half the size that was until he started blabbering to his friends about it.

But this was different it was her brother. After a long thought process Rachael reluctantly relents peeling her bathrobe open for Rob.

“Remember no touching!” Rob could not believe his eyes or his luck; he thought he was headed down a dead end street. He marveled at her tits, perfect size, smallish cone shaped mounds with dark pink nipples at the end. He just had to touch them.

“How about I run my hand over them once, that surely wouldn’t be incest, maybe I do it accidentally? What-a-say Rachael? Just once?”

“You sure it wouldn’t be incest Rob?”

“No Rachael, it wouldn’t be incest, only if I was to play with them, you know in a sexual way.”

Before she could say no Rob’s hand was grazing over her tits. He didn’t stop; his palm was chaffing her nipple that was now growing into a firm little pebble exciting her like before.

“Better stop Rob, you’re doing it too long.”

“No Rachael, I’m only checking them out, these are great!” The checking them out bit was getting a bit involved as his hand was tracing over them and he was paying more attention to those firm nipples.

“Remember Rachael, it’s only incest if I do it for sexual gratification. Rachael how would it be if I kiss them?”

That’s incest Rob, No way.”

“No, not really.”

“You sure it’s not And why wouldn’t it be?.”

“Yes, I’m sure” Then his mouth was sucking in those glorious nipples. By this time her bathrobe was fully open, with her baby blue panties on her long tanned legs were stretched out but tightly closed, Rob had made his way to her side, lying beside her he began a slow rhythm of humping her leg not wanting to scare her off.

Rob’s hand was moving downward as he continued to suck the tits.

“You want to kiss me Rachael?”

“You are going to far with this Rob, that would be incest.

“No it wouldn’t be incest, only if we were to French kiss, you know swap tongues, just a little lip action and it would be OK.”

“You sure about that.” By then it was too late he had his mouth on hers for a few minutes then he was stunned when he felt Rachael bite the tip of his tongue as he slipped between her lips.

“No tongue Rob!