Beth and her Brother

Author Anonymous

A Family Love Fantasy

My sister Beth and I grew up on a farm in Indiana. Living

out in the country was pretty much a dull and restricted sort

of life for teenagers. Since we had to ride the school bus,

we had no opportunity to participate in extracurricular

school activities--it was off to school in the morning and

back home right school was out. This schedule cut down on our

opportunities for dating, too, since it gave neither of us

much chance to develop any kind of serious friendships or

romantic relations with others our age. This wasn't that

much of a problem to me--I was shy around girls, and being

tall and skinny without much in the way of redeeming good

looks, I probably would have had a hard time getting dates

anyway. Sis, though, was different. She was pretty. Well,

in fact, she was more than pretty, she was downright

beautiful. Petite at five-foot-two and 100 pounds, with long

blonde hair, blue eyes, and a figure that could have easily

gotten her elected to cheerleader, Beth could have had almost

any boy in school if she had the opportunity and set her mind

to it.

Beth and I never played "doctor" or "you-show-me-yours-and-

I'll-show-you-mine" games. Oh, we sometimes talked about

sex, but we never went beyond that point. Our parents were

very strict, and discussion or mention of sexual subjects was

a family taboo. That home atmosphere, together with a

natural shyness we both seemed to have, prevented us from any

type of overt sexual exploration with each other.

This is not to say I wasn't interested in sex, because I was.

The truth was that I stayed horny most of the time. Since I

had no opportunities to get rid of my horniness by dating and

having sex with girls, I relieved myself by masturbation.

Invariably, it was Beth I fantasized about when beating off.

Even though I had never seen Beth nude, I had seen her in a

bathing suit down at the creek and in shorts and halter

around the house, so I could develop good mental pictures of

what a naked Beth might look like. These pictures filled my

mind as I played my solitary sexual games.

One day, though, when I was sixteen and Beth fifteen, I de-

cided the mental pictures were not enough--I wanted to see in

real life what Beth looked like without any clothes. Since

Beth never went around the house unclothed, I could do this

only by peeking through the keyhole in the bathroom when she

was taking a shower. One evening our parents were out in the

barn when Beth went into the bathroom and I decided to take

advantage of the opportunity. I waited until the shower

started running and then went and stooped by the door and

looked through the keyhole. One of the floor boards outside

the bathroom squeaked loudly when I stepped on it and I hoped

Beth didn't hear it. Apparently she didn't because she began

to take the towel from around her body. Just one second more

and I would be able to see Beth's lovely body. That second

didn't come, though, because Dad shouted at me at just this

time--yelling and raising hell all over the place. Dad had

come into the house without my hearing and caught me in the

act of playing Peeping Tom.

Both my parents shamed me in front of Beth and threatened a

severe beating if I ever pulled a stunt like that again.

This absolutely and completely embarrassed me, and I was

almost afraid to look Beth in the eye. She never mentioned

it, though, and acted as if everything were okay. Not once,

in later life was the subject ever brought up. Not once,

either, did I ever try again to peep at Beth.

Beth and I both finished growing up. I went to college and

so did Beth. After we finished college, I got a job in Los

Angeles and Beth in Philadelphia. We saw each other only on

visits back to the farm, and gradually we drifted apart, with

occasional letters being our only contact.

Neither of us married. I don't know what reason Beth had for

staying single, but my reason was shyness around girls and a

rather plain appearance. Also, in my mind the ideal girl was

one just like Beth, and I could never find a girl that

measured up to her standards. We may have no longer been

close to each other, but Beth was still very much in my mind.

In my pleasure fantasies, it was still Beth I pictured. She

was my standard for female perfection and was the subject of

all my masturbatory dreams. I continued to keep a big-as-

life picture in my mind of how she would have looked if I had

been able to see her drop that towel those years before.

Mom and Dad were killed in a car accident, and Beth and I

buried them in a cemetery near the farm. We didn't want to

sell the farm house because it held so many warm memories for

us, so we kept the house and several acres around it and sold

the rest of the farm. The property had substantially accrued

in value, and we each got a good sum of money from its sale.

Beth had been writing on a part-time basis and was pretty

good at it, having sold several magazine articles. She

decided that the money from the property sale would give her

the independence to quit her job and take up writing full-

time. She also decided that the farm house would be an ideal

place for her to live while pursuing this career. This would

be a good arrangement for both of us--the house would be

occupied and maintained Beth would have a comfortable place

to live. She offered to pay me rent on my half of the house,

but I laughed her out of the idea, promising to make up for

it by coming to visit her often enough to lay claim to my

portion.

Several months passed without our seeing each other. We

wrote often, though, our friendship being renewed by our

recent mutual experiences. In every letter she invited me to

come visit, but my schedule never seemed to allow it.

Finally, though, I got a breather in my work and decided to

take some vacation--two whole weeks to go back home to the

farm, laze around, and visit with Beth.

I arrived at the farm on a Saturday afternoon. It was an

exceptionally warm May day, with the sun beating down and the

temperature in the high 80s. When I drove up, Beth was out

working in her garden. She had her back turned to me when I

first got there and was bending over some plants. All she

had on was a pair of brief running shorts and a halter that

was little more than a skimpy bra. I was presented with a

picture of the most stunning female backside I could ever

recall seeing. Beth's square shoulders sloped downward to a

narrow waist and then curved out into perfect round, firm

buttocks. She was still a sylph of a girl, as petite and

well-shaped as she was when we were in high school. The only

way she might have changed was in her breasts: they seemed

even larger and more full than they were then. <And why not,

she was a more mature woman than she was then, and her body

would have grown even more mature> I thought to myself.

Seeing her like that flooded my mind with memories of our

teenage years together. She was still as beautiful as she

was then, was still the perfect specimen of femininity. All

my fantasies came rushing back to me and caused my face to

flush in embarrassment at myself. <Jimmy, just because

you're a thirty-four-year-old virgin doesn't give you license

to lust after your sister> I thought angrily to myself.

These thoughts were quickly swept away, though. Beth had

heard me drive in and stood up and turned to me. <It just

isn't fair for a guy to have a sister as beautiful as Beth> I

ruefully told myself. And beautiful she was. Still no more

than 100 pounds, with hair pulled back into a pony tail,

shorts clinging tightly to her flaring hips, and a fair

amount of cleavage showing above her well-filled halter, she

could have passed for a teenager.

When Beth saw it was me, she smiled and gave little pleased

laugh. She rushed out of the garden and ran up to where I

was standing by the car. At almost a dead run, she ran into

my arms, pushing me back against the car. She put her arms

around my neck and hugged me tightly. With her pushing me

against the car, I could feel her breasts against my chest

and her hips pressing against mine. My reaction was

immediate--almost instantaneously my cock swelled and filled

the front of my pants. <My God, what if she notices! She

will think I'm some sort of a pervert, getting a hard-on with

his own sister> I thought.

She pulled back and gave me light kiss on the lips. "Jimmy,

Jimmy," she murmured, "you've finally come to give your

lonesome little sister a visit. But just look at me! I

wasn't expecting you until later, and here I am in my work

clothes, covered with dirt and sweat."

"Beth, you still look good, no matter what you wear," I said

softly. <And does she ever!> I thought, noticing the way her

nipples made little points in the front of her halter.

"Jimmy, you're still just as sweet ever," she said, her face

flushing slightly. "But let's not stand out here in this

heat. Get your stuff and come on into the house where it's

cool."

I opened the car trunk, lifted out my suitcases, and followed

Beth into the house. With her only a few steps ahead of me,

I couldn't help but notice her shapely behind. Each buttock

was firm and made little tick-tocking movements in her shorts

as she walked. Her legs were tanned and had very good muscle

tone. I decided that she must do a lot of gardening and

other outdoor activities to keep herself in such good shape.

"You're going to use your old room," Beth said. "I kept my

old room and converted Mom and Dad's room to my writing

studio. Come on, I'll help you unpack."

My room was much like I remembered it. A floor-to-ceiling

window, big pine dresser, and a double bed. I put my suit-

cases up on the bed and we took clothing out and put it in

the dresser and closet. As I turned away from the closet, I

noticed Beth putting my Jockey shorts in the drawer. She was

gently rubbing them, right across the front opening. Beth

saw me looking and a light blush flowed across her face.

"Boy, your clothes sure got wrinkled in the suitcase, didn't

they," she said with an embarrassed laugh.

After we got all the clothes unpacked and put away and the

suitcases put in the closet, Beth said, "Jimmy, you must be

tired after that long drive. Why don't you lie down and rest

while I go take a shower to get rid of all my sweat and

dirt." She turned and left the room, giving me another look

at her magnificent ass and her buttocks making their see-

sawing motion under the thin fabric of her shorts.

I pulled off my shoes and stretched out on the bad. Closing

my eyes, I tried to relax. At just about this time, I heard

the door to the bathroom close and water start to run. The

sound made me recall the time I tried to peep at Beth in the

shower. The memory of seeing Beth about to drop her towel

and display her body in all its splendor had such an erotic

effect on me that I became as rock-hard as I had been those

many years ago.

I remembered, too, that it was just the two of us in the

house. There were no parents to inhibit actions or yell

about what they considered improper. It fully dawned on me

that there wasn't anyone to stop me if I wanted to get rid of

my years of frustration over failing to see Beth nude.

Without another thought, almost without volition, I got off

the bed and walked down the hall to the bathroom. The

keyhole was still there, and I could hear the shower running

behind the door. Beth was in that shower and I could finally

realize my dream of seeing her nude. The shower stopped then

and it became quiet. She would soon be stepping out of the

shower, wet and dripping, with all her body available for my

sight. Quickly I stepped in front of the door, preparing to

stoop and look through the keyhole. Without warning, the

floor emitted a loud squeaking noise. Just as it had done

those many years ago, the board in front of the door squeaked

loudly enough to hear all over the house.

Talk about deja vu! All the shame I had felt as a teenager

came rushing back to me. I almost looked around to see if my

father were there to lambast me. I was filled with embar-

rassment--I knew Beth must have heard the noise and that she

would know exactly what it meant. I stumbled back to my

room, shut the door, and laid down on the bed. Beth hadn't

said anything the time it happened before; maybe she would

just ignore this time too.

In a few minutes there was a soft knock on the door.

"Jimmy?" Beth's voice came in a whisper through the door.

"Yeah, Beth, come on in." <Well, here's where I catch it.

May as well take it like a man.>

Beth opened the door slowly and stepped into the room. She

was just like she was when I saw her through the keyhole

those many years ago, covered only with a towel that extended

from the top of her breasts to just below her pussy. I

wouldn't have thought it possible, but she was even more

lovely than when had been a teenager. My embarrassment faded

with the vision, and I was filled with an overwhelming

feeling of love and desire for Beth.

I expected her to be angry, but she showed no sign of anger.

Instead of her eyes being angry and glaring, they were warm

and soft and there was a look of wonderment on her face.

In a soft, little voice, Beth said, "Jimmy, were you peeping

through the keyhole at me?"

"I was going to, but the board squeaked, and I knew you heard

me, and I got ashamed, and all I did was come back to my

room, and I never did look," I managed to stammer out.

"You REALLY wanted to look at my body? You wanted to look

when we were kids and now you STILL want to look?" she asked

in that little-girl voice.

All I could do was drop my head and nod it a little. <She

must really think I'm some kind of a weirdo to have kept such

a fixation for so many years. She'll probably insist I leave

and never come back again.>

"Jimmy, I heard the board squeak back when you tried to look

at me before. I knew you were peeping and I was glad. I was

going to take off the towel and let you see all of me, except

Dad stopped the show. Well, there aren't any parents around

now, Jimmy, and you can look all you want." Slowly, she

untucked the end of the towel from the top of her breasts and

loosened it around her. She shrugged if off to the floor and

she stood there in tableau, completely nude.

My breath caught in a gasp. She was stunning! Her breasts

were high, the nipples pointing outward and upward. Her

slight frame made them seem even larger than they were. Her

waist was thin, no more than twenty-four inches, and her hips

swelled outward, forming a perfect frame for the center of

her sex nestling between those thighs. Unlike her mane of

straight hair, her pubis was a matted sporran of kinky blonde

hair. It was a luxuriant growth that extended halfway up to

her navel and downward on the inside of her thighs. She

turned around slowly and gave me a view of her backside. Her

ass was everything I had imagined it to be: firm, with

rounded buttocks coming down to little crease lines at the

tops of her thighs. She leaned over to give me a better view

and I could see the matted hair all between her legs and the

lips of her vagina, moist and slightly pouting open. My cock

tented out the front of my trousers in reaction.

She stood up and turned back to me. "Do you like my body?"

she whispered, her eyes drawn to the swelling at my groin.

"Beth, you're absolutely gorgeous," I managed to get out.

Tears flowed from her eyes and she started kissing me all

over my face--on the forehead, the cheeks, the nose. "Oh,

Jimmy, I thought you didn't care. Why do you think I never

married? Why I never went with boys? None of them were as

sweet and thoughtful as you. No man has ever measured up to

you, and I wouldn't settle for less."

"But I'm just plain looking," I said. "How could you have

considered me so special?"

"Looks don't matter--it's the heart that counts," Beth

answered.

"Oh, Beth, I've felt exactly the same about you. YOU'RE the

reason I haven't married. I wanted someone exactly like you,

but there's only one you. I guess I was meant to love just

you."

"And you've been my only love," Beth whispered, lying down on

the bed beside me. We stared into each others eyes and she

reached behind my head and drew it to her to kiss me again.

Instead of my face, though, her lips went to mine. The kiss

was soft at first, then hungry and demanding. Her tongue

crept out and brushed back and forth against my lips. I

opened them and met her tongue with mine. Tip to tip we

stroked each other's tongue. Hers became more insistent

and moved into my mouth, slithering under my lip and into my

cheeks. I sought her mouth with my tongue and explored all

her secret oral recesses. Together, we lay there with eyes

closed and mouths wide open, caught up in our deep soul kiss.

My cock had already reached it's full tumescence and now it

simply throbbed. Beth had her arms around my neck and her

body pushed against mine, so she could feel it pulsing

against it, a telltale of my raging arousal. She scooted

down on the bed a little and pushed her groin against my

throbbing manhood. Soon she was pushing back and forward

against it, in little movements that were pushing me higher

and higher up the scale of passion.

I moaned softly and ran my hands down her bare, smooth back.

I stroked the indentation of the small of her back and then

moved my hands down to globes of buttocks. I kneaded them

gently and found they were just as firm as I had imagined

they would be. My fingers moved into the crease between her

globes and traced the line downward. Beth raised one leg and

draped it over my hip, giving me opportunity to seek out all

her hidden secret places.

She was moist and slick, her feminine secretions coating the

space between her legs. One finger found the beginning of

her labial lips and insinuated itself into the crevice. Beth

moaned into my mouth as my finger wormed its way into the hot

pit of her sex, seeking the gateway to heaven. The explora-

tion was successful and I slowly inserted my finger into

Beth's hot internal region. She bucked against my finger and

then pushed against my jutting cock. I slowly worked my

finger out of the tightness of her hole and moved it upwards,

seeking out her little nubbin of pleasure.

I quickly found her clitoris, but it wasn't just a little

nubbin--it was swollen and as big a pencil eraser. In little

circular motions, I brushed my fingertip across and around

the swollen clit. Beth gasped and clamped her thighs

together, stopping my movements. She broke the kiss and

gasped, "Oh, God, Jimmy! No more! You're about to make me

come, and I don't want to come this way." She rolled off the

bed and said, "Besides, it's my turn to see your body now.

If it looks as great as it's been feeling, it's going to be

super."

She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it back. I sat up and she

pulled it out of my trousers and completely off me, tossing

it to the floor. Her hands went to my belt buckle, and

she unbuckled my belt and undid the top button of my

trousers. Slowly, she pulled down my zipper until it was at

the bottom. She used both hands in the process and gently

massaged the bulge that lay under the zipper. She went to

the foot of the bed, grasped my pants legs, and started to

tug them towards. I lifted my buttocks up so that they could

come free. They came off and she tossed on top of my shirt.

She removed each of my socks and added them to the pile. She

climbed up on the bed and straddled my shins, her hands going

down to the top of my Jockey shorts. "Now I get to see if

you match my dreams," she said, and pulled the shorts down to

where my pubic hair showed. Her hands were trembling as she

struggled to get my shorts off. My cock had swelled out the

front of the shorts and she had to stretch the waistband to

its maximum to work the fabric over my swollen cock and

balls. Finally, she succeeded, and my cock sprung to

attention, freed at last from its confinement.

"Oh, my God!" she said softly. She couldn't take her eyes

from my seven-inch cock that was making little jerking

motions in time with my heartbeat. "It's magnificent. My

dreams were never this good," she whispered, reaching out her

hands to touch and fondle my maleness. She ran her finger-

tips up and down the shaft and traced the contours of my

scrotum. Her fingers moved through the pubic hair that

sprouted abundantly, and moved down between my thighs to

stroke me there. The whole head of my cock was slick and

glistening with pre-cum, and a little drop escaped through

the slit with each throb of my cock. She put two fingers

into the font and rubbed the head in little circles. He

fingers moved to the underpart of my glans and I gasped, my

hips jerking involuntarily. Beth then finished removing my

shorts and now we were both completely nude, our bodies

totally revealed to each other.

Beth stretched out on the bed beside me. We were each on our

sides facing each other. Silently, we looked into each

other's eyes. She reached out her hand and stroked my cheek.

"Jimmy, I love you. I've always loved you, and now I love

you even more."

"I love you, too. I've fought against it, but it wasn't any

use. You've always been in the center of my dreams, and I

guess I've loved you since we were kids." I wrapped my arms

around her and pulled her to me. Our lips met in a soft,

tender kiss.

Tenderness soon grew to passion, though, and our kiss became

more urgent. Tongue fought against tongue, and our lips

nibbled at the others. My cock was pressed between our

bodies and smeared both of us with seminal secretions.

Beth's hips ground into me as she tried to get even closer.

I pushed myself downwards and allowed my cock to move into

the vee of Beth's thighs. It parted her labia and the head

made contact with her clitoris. She held me even tighter and

made little circular motions with her hips. Her lips spread

to their widest, circling my mouth, sucking on my lips. Her

breathing came in gasps and made little moaning sounds. She

pulled away and said, "I want you love me completely now. I

want you make a woman out of me, to do what I've wanted you

to do ever since we were kids."

"You're still a virgin?" I asked.

"Yes," she whispered. "I've been keeping it for the day you

would take it. I've known since we were kids that this would

happen someday."

"Beth, I'm still a virgin, too," I whispered into her ear.

"Oh, Jimmy, you're so beautiful and sweet, and I love you so

much for being a virgin."

Beth pulled away from me and rolled onto her back. "I can't

wait any longer. Make love to me, Jimmy. Love me the way

I've been longing for."

I sat up and looking down at Beth stretched out. She was so

beautiful and tantalizing I was almost overcome with emotion.

I would always want to love and protect her, and even under

these conditions I had to think of her welfare. "I don't

have any protection. What if you get pregnant?"

"I won't get pregnant. I started taking birth control pills

just as soon as I found out you were coming," she said with a

little shy smile.

I realized then that she had wanted me as much as I had

wanted her. My love for her overflowed and I whispered,

"Ahhh, Beth." Lovingly, I kissed her gently on the lips.

The kiss trailed down to her neck and then to her breasts.

Softly I lapped my tongue across one nipple and then the

other. With just the tip, I drew little circles around each

nipple, tracing the pink crepiness of her areolae. She

arched her back up to my mouth and made soft "Mmmmmmmnnn"

sounds. My hand traced down the rounded contour of her

abdomen and into the lush golden thicket of pubic curls.

Parting the hair, my fingers found her secret crevice and

gently stroked it. She was wet with the hot flow of her

arousal, and the crevice was a slippery slide down into her

womanly depths. With little feathery motions I ran my

fingers up and down the furrow, stopping at the swollen bump

of her clitoris. Her hips moved up and down and gyrated in a

circular motion. Tremors ran through her body and she moaned

softly, unable to resist the pleasure waves mounting higher

and higher.

"Oh, God, Jimmy! Now! Now!" she shouted. "Do it now. Put it

in me now," she said in a moaning voice, trying to pull me on

top of her.

I quickly moved between her legs and spread them apart. My

cock was rigid and throbbing, poised just above her golden

forest. Her hips were thrusting up and down, and her Mount

of Venus brushed against my cockhead with each upward push.

Gently I pushed forward, prodding my glistening cockhead into

the top of Beth's pouting slit, parting the labia. She was

hot and slick, and my flowing pre-cum increased the

lubrication even more. Taking my shaft in my right hand, I

ran its head up and down the channel, pressing harder each

time it grazed across Beth's swollen and beating clitoris. A

shudder ran across her stomach each time the clitoris was

touched.

Beth raised her knees high and humped her pubic mound up

against my cock. She worked her hips in circles, trying to

position my cock for entry. I probed my cock deeper into the

fold, seeking the abode it was made for, seeking the entrance

to her inner secrets. Finally, there it was, and my cock

dipped into the outer ring of Beth's torrid hole. The whole

head was engulfed in hot wetness and I paused in the sheer

pleasure of the moment. Beth opened her eyes and looked up

at me. In almost a strangled voice, she said, "Please,

Jimmy, please. I can't stand any more waiting."

I pushed my hips forward and my cock slowly began to sink

into Beth's hot channel. I was expecting her to wince in

pain, but she only frowned a little as my cockhead gently

pushed aside the constriction of her maidenhead. Soon, we

were completely merged. I was flesh of her flesh and she was

flesh of my flesh. Her frown lines disappeared and she

released her held breath with a loud, "Ahhhhhh!."

She reached behind my head and pulled my lips down to hers.

Holding our bodies perfectly still, we kissed a long, deep

kiss. As we broke away, she reached out her tongue and ran

it across and around my lips, lapping up the juices our kiss

had left. Tears welled up in her eyes and she whispered,

"Oh, Jimmy, we're finally there. You don't know how many

times I've dreamed of this. It's so good. The real thing is

so much better than the dream. Now, make love to me. Love

me hard, and if it's a dream, I hope I never wake up."

I slowly withdrew my cock from Beth's inner recesses,

stopping when only the tip of the head was in place. I

lunged forward, driving my cock home with one long, swift

movement. I groaned aloud from the wave of pleasure that

swept over me. Beth said, "Yes! Yes! Oh, it's so good!"

She pushed her hips up against mine and our bodies were

pulled into full hot contact. She lifted her legs up and

wrapped them around my waist and her arms reached around my

neck and held me tight. Once against I retreated and

attacked, and once against she matched my motions. Soon we

were rocking back and forward against each other. I was

moaning and so was she. I was nearing my peak, and I could

tell she was close to hers.

Suddenly, Beth clutched me even harder. Her hips moved in a

feverish motion and the walls of her pussy grasped against my

see-sawing cock. She threw her head back and wailed,

"Oh, God, I'm there! I'm coming, I'm cominnnngggg.....!

Then it hit me. I hit the crest and then went into a

freefall that seeming like it would never end. My vision

blurred and waves and waves of almost unbearable pleasure

flowed outward from my groin to all parts of my body. Spurt

after spurt after spurt jetted into Beth, filling up and

overflowing Beth's spasming pussy. We were both trembling

and shuddering, our breaths coming in gasps. Gradually, our

motions slowed, and then we were still, making soft "Ohhhh"

sounds.

We both opened our eyes and looked into each other's face.

Our lips drew together and we kissed a long, tender kiss that

sealed our love forever. No word needed to be spoken. We

both knew that there could be no other for either of us.