From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Not asking for it   
      
   An Erotic Story   
      
      
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
         Sometimes it seems to me that those people who write stories   
   about incestuous families have never lived in one; being like the   
   guys who write mind-control stories . . . just writing fantasies   
   about what they WISH such a life would be.   
         While I shared a bedroom (and yes a bed) with my big sister   
   Karen from the time I stopped wetting the bed and left the crib,   
   until she got married when I was 18, and she was 20, it wasn't   
   like those stories at all.   
         To hear those guys tell it, if you're sleeping with and   
   having sex with your own sister, life is just one big long happy   
   orgy.  Har har.   
         Well, maybe it is for them; but it wasn't that way for me.   
      
         For the first 10 years of my life I never even noticed   
   anything different about my sister . . . except the fact that she   
   was a GIRL, and an older sister at that; and thus more of   
   somebody to fight with and be annoyed for trying to boss me   
   around, than any wet-dream.  I understand that our relationship   
   was just what you'd expect from any normal brother and older   
   sister; with fights and warm family loving interspersed with just   
   plain boring living.   
         Sex?  It was never mentioned.  The only effect that sleeping   
   with my sister had, was giving me somebody warm to cuddle up to   
   on cold nights, and somebody to fight for the blankets with when   
   one or the other of us stole all of them during the night.  I   
   doubt there was anything different between the two of us than if   
   we had been two brothers or two sisters sleeping in the same bed   
   instead of an older sister and (to her mind) bratty little   
   brother.  Even the fact that we slept naked together wasn't even   
   noticed until a little after my 10th birthday.  So we saw each   
   other naked every day . . . so what?   
         I never got turned-on by seeing Karen naked; and I'm certain   
   she never saw me as a possible sex-partner either.  At least, not   
   at first, when she started getting interested in sex.   
         As I said, the first time I remember anything even remotely   
   sexual between the two of us was just shortly after my 10th   
   birthday.  Mom and Dad had just given us both the usual talk   
   about sex, and how "someday" we would do it, interspersed with   
   warnings about "bad touch" and getting molested, and how one day   
   Karen would start having periods, and other things like that.   
   Boring stuff; but our parents wanted us to know and be prepared   
   for when we had our first sexual encounter, and not be hurt by   
   somebody taking advantage of either of us.   
         Karen and I managed somehow to listen gravely to this boring   
   lecture that Dad repeated almost every year; and that we'd heard   
   all about in sex-education classes anyway.  Oh right . . . "Human   
   sexuality and reproduction" classes.  They couldn't say "sex"   
   outright.     
         Karen and I fidgeted through the whole lecture; but managed   
   somehow to stay awake until Dad asked if we understood.   
      
      
      
      
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         I don't know if it was Karen or I who nodded and asked with   
   a sigh, "Yes, Dad.  Can we go now?"  Both my big sister and I   
   were far more interested in getting back to whatever it was we   
   were doing, than in dry descriptions of how a man's penis went   
   into a woman's vagina, and how babies were made.  Big deal.  So a   
   man stuck his penis in a girl and squirted sperm inside her, and   
   9 months later they had a baby.  So what?   
         If it seems that my sister and I weren't paying attention to   
   what Dad told us, then I guess I've given the wrong impression.   
   We paid attention all right; but the information wasn't new, and   
   didn't interest us much.   
         That night though, as Karen flipped back the covers to climb   
   in bed with me, she looked at the half-hard semi-erection I had   
   gotten from the stimulation of having the covers rubbing against   
   my bare "pee-wee", and giggled.   
         "So that's the thing that makes babies," she snickered;   
   giving it a flip with her finger.   
         "Yeah," I said; giggling myself.  I reached down and waved   
   it a little; not really jacking off, but more just playing with   
   it.  "I guess so," I added.   
         We both giggled again, and turned over to go to sleep.   
         That night it took about 10 minutes for me to fall asleep   
   after Karen did, as the feel of her soft skin rubbing against my   
   half-hard peter almost made it ache for a while.  It wasn't until   
   over 3 years later that I fully realized just what my body had   
   wanted, even then at only 10 years old.   
         It was about a year later that Karen started dating; and   
   probably 6 months after that when I figure she first lost her   
   virginity to Marvin.  Two weeks after her first real sex, I ended   
   up cuddled up next to my big sister, while she sobbed endlessly   
   on my shoulders.  It seems the clod only wanted to get in Karen's   
   pants and be the one to take her virginity.  After that, he told   
   her to get lost . . . he wasn't dating no babies; and certainly   
   not going stead with a girl two years younger than he was.  He   
   wanted a real WOMAN, not a kid!  Shit . . . if I had been a   
   little older, I would have killed him for treating my big sister   
   like that.  As it was, the older jock scared me half to death.   
   The funny thing was, about 5 years later Marvin put the make on   
   my big sister . . . with the body she had developed by then, he   
   sure didn't see anything wrong with her.  About a week after   
   that, Karen finally got her revenge for what he did when she was   
   13.  But that's HER story; and I'm not going to spoil the telling   
   of it for her.  Suffice to say that the jock never was able to   
   look my big sister in the eye after that; seeming almost scared   
   to be in the same room with her (which I guess you might say he   
   was . . . he certainly had reason to be).  But, as I said before,   
   that's my sister's story to tell . . . if she ever wants to.   
         After losing her virginity, I think it took almost a year   
   before Karen was having regular sex with whoever it was she was   
   going out with.  For sure she was a changed girl; from being   
   infatuated with one guy, my big sister had a regular array of   
   boys parading in and out of the house (and yes, our bedroom too).   
      
      
      
      
      
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         A couple of times Karen even shooed me out of our bedroom   
   for up to an hour, while she and whichever one of the guys she   
   was dating kept the door closed . . . sometimes for up to an   
   hour.  I don't think they were just kissing and cuddling either.   
         No, I never peeked on Karen, or ratted on her to our parents   
   about what she and her boyfriends were doing in our room.  While   
   Karen and I had our ins and outs, we both respected each other's   
   privacy when the other one asked for it . . . which wasn't very   
   often.  Once when she caught Danny and me jacking off . . . but   
      
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