Evolution of a Brother and a Sister Love

Sally and I spent as much time together as we could during my semester break. It was one of the happiest times of my life. Then came the day I had to go back to college and leave the love of my life. We had a problem seeing each other. I could not change my habits and come home every weekend, plus we could not get privacy at home, so I had to come up with a plan; a plan that would enable us to be together without having our secret found out.
 
I came up with a great idea; Sally would apply to the same college I attended. Our parents would get a tuition break, since they had two children in the same college. We would convince our parents that if Sally shared my apartment, it would be cheaper and they would save even more money. Sally came to visit me at college for three weekends, to see if she wanted to attend my college. It took her that many visits to decide to attend, at least that is what she told our parents. She applied and was accepted, come fall we would begin living together as lovers, not brother and sister.

Summer was wonderful; Sally and I spent time together, especially Friday nights when we had the house to ourselves for three or four hours. We got other bonus time together, the family vacation. We told our parents we needed to stay home and work and earn money for college. After all, they now had two children in college and they could not be sending us much money for living expenses.  They tried to convince us that we needed some relaxation, but in the end we got our way. They went on their vacation thinking they had two kids who were so wonderful, trying to help them with money for college. If they only knew! We worked during the day and fucked all night, that was one great week. Finally came the day that we both left for college.

The college was very large with over 20,000 undergraduate students, we could get lost in the masses. However, there were a few people from our high school, who went to our college and could expose us. We decided that before Sally started college, she would change her hair color and style. That way, if someone we knew saw her at college, they would not recognize her.

We made it through one and a half semesters of college with no problems. We were in heaven. Our friends thought we made the cutest couple. They all commented we were made for each other, boy if they only knew. Our parents visited us three times, during that period. We would get them a motel room and then do things off campus and away from our friends.

In the middle of the second semester, Sally came to me very upset.  What were we going to do when I graduated and had to get a job away from college?  We had a good life on campus, but we couldn’t go through the rest of our lives like this, hiding from our family and childhood friends.  What were we going to do?

The Internet provided us with the answer. We were exploring various chat rooms. One day we came across a chat room for incest minded people. The more we chatted with people, the more we found out we weren’t alone. There were many family members involved together. We found out some were arrested, when they were incestuous relationship was discovered. There was one solution that worked for some couples, but it involved finding another incestuous couple that you liked and could live together in a close sharing relationship.

This is the way it went. You contacted another couple and found out how compatible you were with them. If it worked out between the four of you, each one would marry the other’s sibling and you would live close to each other. The ideal dwelling would be a duplex or adjoining townhouses. With some inconspicuous modifications, you could live with your brother or sister and not have anyone suspect anything.

Sally and I discussed this for many days; finally we came to the conclusion that this was our only hope. We set out trying to find our matches. This is not as easy as it sounds. For you to pull this off, you have to be able to love your legal spouse and not be jealous of your sibling’s spouse. The four of you have to get along like one big married couple. In this way, you can still have a normal relationship with your family.

The screening process took so much of our time, both our grade averages suffered, we did not care; we were determined to make this work. Sally and I were willing to do almost anything to stay together. We had to find another couple that were in love as much as we were and willing to do anything to stay together. We would write messages back and forth with perspective couples. If they passed the test, we then exchanged pictures; there was some risk to this. However, we had to take it. One couple’s picture gave us the shock of our lives - it was fairly close friends of ours from home. Stan was a friend of mine in high school; we were on the football and baseball team together. Jill was a high school cheerleader with Sally. We even double dated once. I took Jill out and Stan dated Sally, we had fun but nothing happened between us.  We had lost contact with them after high school. They attended a college about 200 miles away from ours. They were doing the same thing as we were, living together as a couple. We invited them to visit with us for the next weekend.

Sally and I made all the preparation for our coming weekend rendezvous. The apartment was cleaned, the guest room was set up, and the menu was prepared. Everything had to be perfect; Sally and I both felt that this could work. Finally the weekend came and they arrived at our doorstep. After greetings and hugs and kisses we sat down on the sofa to get to know each other. It was a bit awkward at first, after the expected, “you look good” and “what a nice place you have” there was unconvertible silence. There was a lot to talk about, after all what was at stake would affect all of us for the rest of our lives.

Finally Stan started. “This is strange, other than the chat room, no one knows about our relationship. It’s easier to talk on the Internet. It’s so anonymous. It was weird to find out we know each other from home. We are like you two, we realize if we don’t do something soon we may have to chose between our family and staying together as lovers.”

“I guess you want to know our story?” Asked Stan. “Well, it started with me visiting my Aunt and Uncle’s farm. I usually spent two weeks there each summer, but the summer before my senior year in high school was different. I usually hung out with my cousin Jim, but he was away at baseball camp for the first week, That meant the only other teenager to hang out with was his sister, Katie, who was two years older than me. In the past, Katie hardly spoke to me, but this summer was different. She commented on how much I had grown and how cute I was. The first time we were alone in the barn, she taught me the joys of sex. That was the first time I had gone all the way with a girl and I liked it. I was sorry to see Jim come home; I thought that was the end of Katie and me. Much to my surprise, Jim joined us in the barn and we took turns fucking his sister. Afterward, they told me they had been having sex, with each other, for about a year and they loved it. It was then I realized my longing for Jill was not as weird or perverted as I thought it was, after all Katie and Jim were doing it and they did not seem weird.”

Jill jumped in, “When Stan came back from the farm, he seemed different and he definitely paid more attention to me. We were always close, but he went out of his way to compliment me. When we went swimming, I would catch him looking at me, especially when I was wearing some of my older bathing suits that were a little too small for me.”

Stan jumped in, “Some of the suits showed more than they covered.”

Jill continued, “I enjoyed the attention Stan was showing me and I was seeing him differently, you know, more like a boy and not like a brother. My girlfriends would always tell me how sexy Stan looked, but this summer was the first time I saw him in that way.”

“Then, one day, I took the bold step,” confessed Stan. “Our parents were away for the afternoon, so we were all alone. We were out at the pool, Jill had one of those skimpy suits on, and I had a hard on just looking at her. She asked me to rub sun tan lotion on her back, which I did, but I went further. I made sure my hands rubbed a lot of her butt and thighs, making sure I “accidentally touched her thighs and pussy. Then I moved up and did her back. She had untied her top and the sides of her breasts were pushing out on either side, so as my hands went to her sides, I rubbed the exposed flesh. Then I got bold and pushed my hands under her and cupped her breasts. She didn’t object, so I began to massage and rub her tits and pinch her nipples.”

Jill spoke up, “That move surprised me. I felt his fingers on my butt and thighs and touch my pussy, I thought it was strange that Stan would do something like that, so I believed it was an accident. Really, it felt good to me and I wanted him to do more to me, but I could not tell him how I felt, since he was my brother and I thought he would think I was weird. So when his hands went to my breasts and he played with them, I knew he wanted the same thing I did. So I turned over, looked at him, grabbed his head and pulled him down to my lips. We must have kissed for two or three minutes, I was never so turned on in all my life.”