A hard day’s work calls for some TLC. And what better way to show you care than with a massage? Get those moves right and loosen up a lot more than those tense muscles...

It goes without saying that giving your partner a massage is as intimate as it gets. In fact, as Bhavna Vohra, CEO, My Foot Reflexology, explains, her Mumbaibased relaxation lounge sees a lot of couples coming in together to get massages at the same time. It’s all about connecting in a cosy, intimate environment.

Start slow and steady
You don’t want to start straight off by pounding those muscles.And no, we don’t mean to be kinky. Start easy. Allow your partner to get familiar with the hand movements. “The process of the massage is meant to invoke the right energy flow,” says Bhavna. So ensure that your partner’s back is straight. Dr Bhagyashree Ingale, of Taj Spa, cautions against applying pressure directly on the spine. Her advice is to work along it. Then slowly work your way towards the outer end, ie towards the waist.

Your strokes need to be firm, deep and continuous.Avoid quick, sudden movements. Keep a steady continuous flow and let one stroke lead to another. Massage his muscles, not his skin.

The right strokes
After the warm up, you can gradually increase the pressure of your hand movements.Work on large muscle groups using firm, even pressure. Concentrate on the neck, back, shoulders and legs. Apply even pressure along the neck and entire spine, working outwards and from up to down.The arch of the back — where it curves towards the buttocks — is a good aaah spot. Make him siiigh when you touch the back of his thighs, calves and shoulder blades. If he works on the computer all day long, pay extra attention to his upper arms, forearm and fingers.

Dr. Ingale stresses on the importance of being careful while massaging sensitive areas like the neck. .“Since it’s a delicate area, we gently use fingertips for simple strokes. Concentrate more on the shoulder joints as it is very relaxing.” Bhavna elaborates,“There are pressure points all over the body which are connected to the different organs,” elaborates Bhavna. “For example, the foot has specific pressure points for the temple, digestive organs and eyes. Sometimes when you apply pressure at the right point there could be pain, which could be a good thing as you are releasing the pressure and sending
positive energy. However, stop if it’s a sharp pain. The mark of a good massage is consistency in the moves.”

Cooling down
Towards the end of the massage, you will need to slow down again. Gradually decrease the pressure on the strokes. Then wipe his entire body down with a soft towel to
remove traces of oil. And don’t blame him if he’s half unconscious and isn’t in the
mood to grab you with both arms... Those are the signs of a job well done!

Mood for thought
Getting the ambience right is half the battle won. Here’s how you can get set.

Lighting
Ah! Lighting is key. No one wants to wear their birthday suit under the scanner. So fluorescent tubelights are out. The dimmer the lights, the better the ambience. Place candles strategically in the room or decorate with flowers.

Fragrance
Take your pick of perfumed oils, scented candles and incense sticks. Certain oils such as rose and jasmine are known to have aphrodisiacal qualities. Do not use petroleum jelly or other lubricants that are not easily absorbed by the skin. But don't use hand lotions either — they get absorbed almost immediately.

Music
What’s a romantic scene without a background score? Some soft music should do the trick. Burn a CD of his favourite ballads and put it on repeat.

Exercise caution
● Make sure your partner has the correct posture. The back should be straight.
● Don’t massage directly on the spine. Always work along the spine.
● Never end a massage abruptly. End gradually, just like you started.
● Don’t try experimenting with a massage if your partner has back or neck
problems. You risk aggravating them.

Sensual Masaage

All of us are sensual beings who need time to relax and tune in to our senses. Our sensuality is governed by a basic factor i.e. by the sense of smell . Pheromones, chemicals secreted from human sweat, act as the most basic trigger to sexual attraction. Similarly natural aromatic plant oils are used to relax, heighten our awareness, excite the senses and create a mood for love. Thus massage can prove to be a highly pleasurable and a sensual experience for one and all. The most obvious erogenous zones that bring pleasure are - the back of the neck, scalp, solar plexus, inside of the elbows etc.

Before starting the massage, the atmosphere created should be calming and sensual. Dim all the lights and light a few scented candles for the romantic effect. A few drops of essential oil evaporated in a fragrancer will be enough to turn on the heat. It is always better to store scented balls in your drawers where you keep your lingerie or bed linen. Finally apply perfume to the erogenous zones of your body and wait for your partner to discover these secret scented areas.

The loving touch of partner massage is always enjoyable. Using plenty of effleurage all over will do the trick, deeper kneading for tense areas and light feather strokes with the fingertips should be done to excite the surface of the skin.

One of the most sensitive area is the back, hence, sit back-to-back and move gently together feeling the contours of your partner’s back against yours. Press against each other in such a way that you can feel the pelvis, the spine and the shoulders. Rest your head back on your partner’s shoulder, and enjoy the feeling of your backs exchanging warmth and energy.

Now, let your thumbs gently stroke down from the nape of the neck to each side of the spine. Then working with slightly more pressure return up each side of the spine. Repeat this process two or three times. Concentrate next on the lower back area. Using the heel, of the hand, knead the buttocks, then come back to the start and work over a different area. The nerves that cross this area relate to the man’s groin, and the woman’s uterus.

Moving towards the thighs, curl your third and fourth fingers under, place your hands towards the top of the upper legs and circle your first and second fingers outward, one hand alternating with the other. Then while supporting your partner’s leg across your thigh, circle your thumbs over the calf, alternating the thumbs and applying firm pressure. Raise your partner’s foot and knead the instep firmly, using the thumbs to apply the pressure. Work all over the ball of the foot up toward the big toe. Finally, with the thumb and first finger of the hand, stroke round the ankle using circular movements.

Imagination plays an important role in sensual massage and it is for you and your partner to keep on experimenting to make it more relaxing and exciting. Last but not the least, keep in mind to be tender, loving, playful and creative.

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Friday Evening (Part 1)

On one such Friday evening, the siblings are watching a film on TV. One of the fellows on screen kisses a girl very roughly, which draws a sharp response from Helen: "That's no way to kiss a girl, you pig!" she screams.

"Steady, sis," says Edward, "It's only a film."

"Sorry Ed," she responds, "but that sort of things makes my blood boil! Young guys watching this might think it's the right way to treat a girl - and do the same."

"Know a bit about kissing, do you?" Ed asks.

"Obviously more than that scum-bag in the film," she answers, then asks her brother, "You wouldn't kiss like that, would you?"

"Er, probably not," he responds, hesitantly. "I've, er, not had much experience."

"Oh?" Helen asks, "How many girls have you kissed?"

Ed is embarrassed and blushes. "Come on, sis," he says, "you know how shy I am with girls."

"Yes, but how many?" she persists.

"None," he admits, looking at the carpet and wishing she would change the subject.

"None at all?" Her questioning takes on a more kindly tone.

"That's what I said," he replies and adds, "Going to drop it now?"

"OK," she says.

They watch the film out with no more outbursts or comments, but Helen's mind isn't wholly on what she is watching. As soon as the credits start to roll, she says, "Sorry I hassled you, back there."

"Yeah, yeah," he says.

"Listen, Ed," she says. "I do know how shy you are with girls. You hardly dare talk to them, let alone try to date them."

"So?" he asks. "We aren't getting into that again, are we?"

"Now, don't get upset," she tells him. "This is your big sister, who loves you and wants the best for you."

"And?" her brother asks

"I've been thinking," she goes on. "When you do meet a girl who you are comfortable with, and the chances comes for you to kiss her, wouldn't you like to know how to do it properly?"

"I guess so," Ed admits.

Helen looks him straight in the eyes and says, "Suppose I teach you?"

"What?!!" Ed asks, startled by the idea.

"It's not that big a deal," she counters. "And better to get some practice with someone you're comfortable with, isn't it?"

"Well, um, yes, I guess," he falters.

"So, come on," she tells him, "kiss me."

He moves closer, put a hand on her shoulder, and gives his sister a pretty flat kiss.

'Useless,' she thinks, but says, "O.K. remember that as your first kiss. Now, let's see if we can make it a bit better. Pout your lips, like this," she shows him. "Remember that kissing should be a pleasure. Right?" she asks.

"If you say so, sis," answers Ed.

"All right," she says, "press your lips gently against mine; think, 'I am going to enjoy this,' and kiss me, again."

This time is better. "Hey!" he says, "that was rather nice. Can we do it again?"

"Sure," his sister agrees, "only, this time, hold it there for several seconds."

A long several seconds later, he says, "Yes! You're right, it is a pleasure! And I don't need to tell myself I'm going to enjoy it - I just do."

"Good, so let's try to make it even better. This time, tilt your head to one side, open your lips a bit, like this - " she shows him " - and as we kiss, move your mouth like, well, follow my lead."

Now they are French-kissing and Helen is surprised at her shy brother's apparent lack of inhibition.

"Wow!" exclaims Ed, as they eventually part. "This is really so good! Thanks for persuading me to learn - and for being such a good teacher."

"It takes two, of course," she tells her enthusiast brother. "And a good teacher need a good scholar. You must remember that you don't jump straight in like that, the first time you kiss a girl. Go gently, until you see what she is prepared for. Now, there is just one more thing, but I won't tell you what to do, just follow me."

As they kiss, she licks his lips, then pushes her tongue into his mouth. He catches on and is quickly imitating her actions. They spend some long minutes giving each other considerable pleasure. As they stop, and fall out of each other's arms, he pants, "And all that because some guy in a film wasn't up to your standard!"

They decide there is nothing else they want to see on TV and agree that it's time for bed. Their rooms are on opposite sides of the hall, upstairs and, as they get to their doors, they pause. Ed says, "Good-night, my dear sister - and thanks, again."

"My pleasure," Helen replies, then suggests, "Good-night kiss?" Her brother says nothing, just takes her and cradles her in his arms and gives her the longest, sweetest good-night kiss.

Next morning, Helen comes down to breakfast while Ed is still in the bathroom. Her mother continues preparing breakfast and says, "Good morning, dear. Sleep well?"

"Very well, thank you, Mummy," answers her daughter. "Did you have a good night out?"

"Yes, thank you, dear. I got three strikes in a row, in one game, but still managed to lose the game. Your Dad is a master at picking up the spares. Anything happen here?" Denise asks, casually, as she often does.

"I taught my shy brother to kiss," Helen tells her.

Denise is not so much shocked as surprised by this news, but manages to keep her cool and say, "That was nice of you, dear. Now, will you give the other two a call, please - breakfast is ready."

When Ed comes into the room, his sister gives him a little, knowing smile. He gives her a quick raise of his eyebrows in acknowledgement. James is last to arrive and as he sits down, his daughter says, "I hear you managed to beat Mum, even when she got three strikes, Dad."

He smiles and tells her, "That was true in one game, but did your Mum tell you that she was teamed up with Uncle Daniel? That guy is a whizz!! Left me and you Auntie Sue no chance!! Great fun, though."

Kissing becomes a regular part of life for the siblings. Whenever their parents are not around, they take the opportunity for a good, long snog.

Some weeks later, on another Friday evening, Helen and Edward are watching a play on TV. One of the fellows in it, a rough character, makes a grab at a girl's breasts, over her clothes. "No finesse," complains Helen. "What a way to treat a lady!"

Her brother says, "You'd show him how to do it, wouldn't you?"

"Of course," she replies. "Gentleness achieves far more than bully-boy tactics, in the long run."

"Maybe you'll show me, sometime?" he asks, much bolder with his sister since the kissing lesson.

"This is pretty boring," she says, "so, no time like the present." And she whips off her T-shirt to reveal a plain white bra. She reaches behind her to release the clasp and shrugs the garment off to reveal the most beautiful pair of breasts Ed could imagine. They stand out from her chest like two rounded cones, each topped by a pink areola with a deep red nipple in its midst.

Ed sits, taking in this glorious vision, thinking, 'Mmmm, a nice handful, each; and not too big.' Aloud, he tells his sister, "Wow, those are gorgeous! They look good enough to eat..."

His sister is almost embarrassed by his compliments. "You may get a taste," she tells him, "but definitely no eating!"

"Only joking, sis!" he exclaims. "In fact, they are much too good to eat. Those beauties are for poor souls like me to feast his eyes on, when he is allowed to do so by this goddess."

"Steady on, bro, don't get me too big-headed!" she says. "Come on, then - have a feel," she invites. Her brother puts out both hands in an attempt to take hold of both projections at the same time. They are firm, yet soft, but he doesn't get a satisfactory grip. Helen laughs, "You're being greedy, my young brother! Come more to the side of me and use just one hand to take one. Cup it and stroke it, slowly."

Knowing he has to be gentle, Ed takes her left breast in his right hand and squeezes it, softly. His sister is surprised by his touch. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" she gasps.

"Why? Did I do it wrong?" comes his worried reply.

"O no," she tells him, "far from it! You may be a natural expert, that's all!"

He release her breast, saying, "You had me worried, there," and takes the other, treating it similarly. He can feel his penis swelling, but is pretty confident that his sister cannot see anything, because of the way he is sitting.

"Whew, that is so good," she whispers. "Now, do it again, this time letting your hand move around each boob, caressing it." Her brother is keen to follow her instructions, not only to learn, but because these flesh mounds are the most wonderful things he has ever touched.

Helen can feel a dampness at the top of her legs, but dare not tell him about this; that is far ahead of anything she has even thought of. "Oohh," she moans, "you are doing just great. Use maybe two fingers to circle a nipple, then give a squeeze with a finger and thumb."

Loving everything she is telling him, Ed sets to work with a will. Moving from one breast to the other and back again, he fondles and caresses, squeezes and strokes. Round and round each nipple he teases; tweaks them between finger and thumb. Nipples which were soft little bumps as he first touched them have swollen and hardened at his ministrations.

His penis is no longer just swollen - it is a hard thing, almost with a mind of its own inside his pants. As casually as possible, he uses his free hand to adjust his clothing, as best he can, to make sure this monster remains concealed. How could his lovely sister understand this phenomenon?

"O my," she says, "I don't know how this is for you, but you are giving me thrills that I never expected." Calming herself as much as possible, she says, "Now for that taste I told you about. Suckle my boobs like a baby, but gently. Do with your tongue what you've just been doing with your fingers."

Her brother is practically in heaven as his mouth latches on to first one breast, then the other. He takes the little moans and whimpers that are escaping his sister's mouth as signs of approval, and presses on. He takes in each areola in turn, and his tongue plays games with the nipples.

"Yes, yes," Helen whispers.

His penis is beginning to ache, now, putting him in two minds. He loves what he is doing, and does not want it to stop, yet he is becoming more and more desperate to get to his room where he can masturbate and give himself some relief.

"Fine," his sister's voice cuts into his reverie, "I think you have the idea. That was so good, but I need to go to the loo. Back in a while," she says, getting up and leaving the room.

"And I need to go to my room," he says. "See you in a few minutes."

Both are on the same mission, each unknown to the other, to relieve their sexual pressures. As soon as she is in the loo, his sister lifts her skirt, drops her panties around her ankles and sits on the toilet seat. Two fingers dive into her pussy, while her thumb finds her clit and rubs it. Helen moves her fingers around, massaging in as far as she can reach.

She imagines that her brother is not the shy guy of real life, but a bold stud who has mounted her, and this is his penis which has entered her love cavern. The lips which were only damp, in the lounge, are soon soaking wet with her juices as, in her mind, this stallion ravages her. In and out he pumps, filling her with his mighty flesh pole, threatening to tear her apart with his sheer power.

She leans back and her fingers and thumb continue to push her sexual temperature to boiling point. Meanwhile, her other hand carries on the good work her brother had been doing, just a few minutes before. Squeezing and stroking her breasts and playing with the nipples, she groans as she feels her climax approaching.

This more-than-man is thrusting into her pussy with such energy and passion that she is gasping for breath. "Right, my little love doll," he cries, "I'm going to fill you so full with my cream that you may burst!"

Her body can take no more and with an extended "Aaaaagghh..." her back arches, her legs go stiff, and her hand is drenched as her love juices flow freely. As if struck by lightning. she quivers and shakes as her climax engulfs her. Once it has run it's course, she sits, drained of energy but enjoying this ecstasy, for several minutes. Then she wipes herself clean and dry, pulls up her panties, and cleans the toilet seat. She splashes her face with cold water, dries it and makes her way back to the lounge.

While Helen is so energetically engaged, her brother is equally hard at work. In his room, he grabs a handkerchief from his top drawer and lays on his bed. He releases his stiff penis from the confines of his clothes and takes a firm hold on it. He thinks of the sister he just left and pictures those wonderful breasts he has so recently been feeling and enjoying.

Now he sees her smiling at him as she looses her skirt and drops it to the floor. "Like me, big boy?" this Helen asks, wiggling her hips for him.

He looks at the delicate lacy panties which are barely hiding her womanhood and says, "Sure, gorgeous, but I'll like you even more without those."

"O good!" is her response, as she looks wide-eyed at his enormous prick. "I've got a place in here which is just made for one like that!"

She puts a finger in each side of her panties and eases them over her hips. He can see her pussy, shaven except for a thin strip of hair down the middle. She pushes the panties all the way down to her ankles, steps out of them and kicks them aside.

In his day-dream, Ed is naked, and as he walks towards this eager sister, his nine inches of solid flesh precede him, pointing the way to her. She looks at it again and says, "Yes! I want that!"

She lays on the bed and opens her legs wide. He climbs on top of her and without further ado, sinks his prick into her juicy, wet pussy. "Ah, yes," she breathes, "that will do nicely. Now, fuck me, fuck me hard!"

His hand is moving up and down his penis at speed and he senses that he is about to come. He brings his other hand, holding the hankie, to the head of his penis and as he shoots his load, he catches it in this piece of linen. Once his balls are empty, he puts the hankie aside for later washing, and cleans himself with some tissues he has to hand. His sister has mainly faded from his thoughts as he replaces his penis in his clothing and stands up.

**

Ed goes downstairs, into the lounge to find his big sister sitting on the sofa, waiting for him. "All right?" she asks, casually.

"Yes, thanks," he answers. "And you?"

"Much better," she tells him, with no word about how or why. As her brother sits down, Helen moves close to him. "Want to cuddle me?" she asks.

He looks at his sister, who has not bothered to cover her breasts, and says, "I have a slightly better idea - let me move, first." He positions himself at the end of the sofa, sitting in the corner, at an angle. Removing his shirt, he sits back and says, "Now, sister-with- the-lovely- boobs, sit back in my arms."

Her bare back against his practically bare chest (he has but a sparse growth of hair, there) is enough to thrill each of them. He puts his arms under her arms and cups one breast in each hand. "Just as I thought when I first saw them," he tells his sister, "a nice handful each."

She is prepared for further sexual excitement, but her brother is content to simply hold them and caress them gently. They spend the rest of the evening enjoying each other's bodies, with the TV getting only that part of their minds they can spare.

Next morning, in answer to Denise's usual question, her daughter tells her about the breast-play. "And who enjoyed it more, you or Edward?" asks Mum.

"Probably about equal," Helen muses, "though maybe it was more for me, 'cos I had to go for a wank."

Even this admission doesn't phase her mother who says, casually, "Must have been good, then. Now, be a good girl and tell your father and your brother that their breakfasts will get cold if they don't soon come down for it."

"O.K. Mum."

The following Friday, the young pair are sitting bare-chested, enjoying mutual contact, again, watching athletics. Some of the ladies, particularly those running and jumping, are wearing pretty skimpy costumes and Ed comments on these, "Those women are barely decent!"

"What's the problem?" asks his sister. "They aren't showing anything and I guess most of them are wearing sports bras."

"Yeah, maybe," concedes Ed, "but I bet they wouldn't wear anything smaller than those panties under their normal clothes!"

"Even so," says his sister, "they aren't as bad as those men we just saw! They may have been wearing costumes that went higher and lower, but they were so tight-fitting that you could see their 'equipment' wobbling about as they ran!"

"I have to agree," says her brother, "that was pretty disgusting! Still, you women don't have the same 'gear' to hide, do you?"

"Of course not," she agrees.

"But couldn't they still show some hair?" asks Ed.

"Not if they shave it off, like I do," she tells him. Although he imagines her mainly shaven, he acts dumb and asks, "Really? Why do you do that?"

She thinks, 'Shall I tell him?', then says, "Just in case anyone should see it, I think it looks nicer. And besides, I like it for when I play with myself."

Her brother is quite shocked, not because of what she does, but because she is bold enough to come out and tell him. "You what?" he demands.

"Don't tell me you've never played with yourself," she says, "or that you don't know what I mean."

"You mean...?" he checks.

"Yes - masturbating, giving yourself a hand-job, having a wank - call it what you like," Helen says, turning to look at her brother. "It's pretty common among you fellows, from what I hear."

"Right," he says, still in shock, "and why do you like yours shaved?"

"Because it makes it nice and smooth," she tells him. "The hair is all right, but I like to feel soft skin, instead."

Ed lapses into silence, the slow shake of his head giving away his disbelief. His sister see this and says, "I guess I shall have to show you." She stands up, switches the main light on and turns off the TV. She unfastens her jeans and drops them to her ankles; her pants follow them down. She steps out of both, picks them up and puts them on a chair. Stepping close to her brother, she makes sure he has a good view of her crotch and asks, "So, what do you think?"

His jaw literally drops in amazement at the sight of his naked sister, just inches from his face. As his jaw drops, his penis starts to move in the opposite direction but she appears not to notice the bulge inside his trousers. "I think... I think..." he says, trying to make sense of the multitude of thoughts flooding his mind. "I wish I were one of those poetic types who can take a handful of words and express their thoughts in a way that makes you say, 'Yes, yes - that's right.' - but -- "

"Well, never mind the poetry," Helen says, "just put it in your own words. I'll probably understand!"

Her brother looks her up and down. "When you first showed me your boobs," he begins, "I thought they were the most beautiful things a person could ever see - and I still do. Now you've shown me this," he says, waving a hand at her genitalia, "and I'm gob-smacked!"

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 Friday Evening (Part 3/3)

 

"Of course not," he assures her. "Turn onto your back again, will you?" he asks.

As she does, he kisses her lips, once more, and puts his hand down to feel her pussy. Pleased to find it quite damp, he is sure she is ready for his penis, but he asks, "Ready for the final phase, my lovely?"

"Ready and waiting," she answers, "I'm only surprised that I haven't come again! Once you get to my hymen, get yourself ready and see if you can push right through it in one shove - and give me a bit of a break to see how the pain is. OK?"

"Will do, my dear sister," he assures her, pushing forward.

"Down a touch," she tells him, reaching down between them to guide his penis to the mouth of her virgin vagina. "And could you take some of your weight onto your arms, please? You're fairly crushing me."

"Sorry," he says, hitching himself up onto his elbows. Very tentatively, he pushes forward and the head of his penis manipulates open the lips and enters her vagina.

As he eases in an inch or two, she says, "My, you are big,"

"Not that big," he grunts, "but bigger than a couple of fingers. Going to have to stretch you," he says, pushing in a little more. Now, there is real resistance and he knows he has met her hymen. He pulls back, almost out, then pushes back. Pull back, push in. Several of these and he feels he is sliding more easily; knows her juices are helping.

"Ah, that feels good," his sister breathes.

"Yes," he replies, "but now I have to pop your cherry. I'm sorry, my love, but this has to hurt."

As he pulls back, ready, she says, "O, do it - do it, now!" Even as she speaks, her brother thrust forward with power - and bursts through her barrier. "OW!! OW!! FUCKING HELL!!!! THAT... HURT!!" she screams, instinctively trying to close her legs against him; squeezes the muscles of her vagina to prevent this intruder further access.

"I am so sorry, my darling," Ed tries to comfort her, his penis doubly trapped. Some moments pass and the initial stab of pain subsides to an ache and she slowly relaxes her grip. Free to move again, he begins to slide out and in, slowly and just far enough to massage her love canal.

"OK," she says, "I knew it would hurt, but that was severe. It's a lot easier, already. Go on, brother, fuck me. Pour your lovely sperm into my belly. This may be the worst shag I ever have, but if we can get this one safely behind us, there will be much pleasure ahead."

"All right, my love," he says and takes up his rhythm again, with each thrust being just a little harder than the last. It doesn't take long for his penis to be fully embedded inside his sister's pussy. As it reaches it's limit, their bodies meet and his touches her clitoris.

"Ooohh, yes," she croons, "that's my clit." Long, deep thrusts, now. "Ah, the pain is less, and you feel like some lovely monster inside me!" He is out and in, as she speaks, so she gasps, "Aaaghh, so good, so good."

Her brother is less vocal, but enjoying this new thrill enormously. Helen's vagina is very slowly expanding; that and her juice is making his movement within her less of a struggle and more of a joy. As the skin of his penis rubs along her walls, the friction makes him realise how far short wanking comes of the real thing.

Out an in, the steady rhythm of the most enjoyable exercise known to man. Once merely stiff, he now feels like a steel rod and he knows his climax must be near. His heart beats faster, his breath is coming quicker, and he is picking up speed. "O Sis," he gasps, "I'm.. gonna... cum.. real.. soon.."

"And me!" she cries, "Go on! Fuck me hard! Shag me! Stuff me!" she screams, wrapping her legs behind him and locking them even closer and tighter together. "Shoot your spunk into your sister's womb! Do it! Do it!"

Her brother is thrusting at top speed, now. Then he feels it, the ecstasy of pain in the head of his penis as he is about to come. "Aagh! Now!" is all he can grunt. His body goes almost as stiff as his penis as this already swollen member expands just enough to allow passage, from his scrotum, up along the shaft and out through the head, for his first internally-delivere d load of sperm. With each surge of his thick, creamy fluid, he grunts, "Uurr, uurr." He can do no more than lay on her, barely moving, letting his penis jerk it's cargo into his sister's body.

As her brother's penis propels it's load of potentially life-making seed towards her womb, Helen feels each burst as a mini-explosion in her loins. This is enough to send her into her second climax of the session. Her back arches as she tries to get impossibly nearer to the source of her pleasure. "Yes! Yes! Fill my belly with your lovely cum!" she shouts. "Fill me! Make me overflow with you love seed! Fuck me! FUCK me! FUCK ME GOOD!!"

Finally, Ed has no more to give and his thrusting, now but nominal, reluctantly comes to a stop. His sister squeezes the muscles of her vagina tight around his penis, hoping to extract even more of his cream, unwilling to release him, to admit that this high delight must come to its natural conclusion. Eventually, she too realises that her body has relaxed, despite what her mind is demanding. She unlocks her legs from behind her brother and collapses on the rug.

Ed, whose penis has begun to shrink and soften within her, allows it to slide out and he rolls and falls off to lay beside his sister. Both are laboured in their breathing from their recent exertions and can, for the moment, only reflect upon the extreme pleasure and delight they have just experienced.

Ed is first to speak. "Thank you for letting me in your lovely fanny, my dear sister," he says and gives her a long, gentle kiss.

"O, that was incredible," she tells him. "Nothing like as bad as I expected, when you destroyed my hymen. Once that first shock of pain subsided, you were gentle and firm. I can hardly wait until we do it again; there will not be the pain - just the pleasure."

"I love you," her new lover continues. "There will never be another woman for me, sis, now that I have tasted the delights of your gorgeous body."

Helen looks at him with a tear in her eyes. She is touched by his affection and says, "Yes, and I love you, you were terrific. You've proved what a man you are - and I shall never want any other as long as you are around."

"I want us to be together, as one, forever," her brother tells her. "I want you to be my lover. I want to marry you. Oh, if only you were not my sister...."

"I know, I know," she consoles him. "If only it were possible, I'd say 'YES', immediately. We'll sleep on it and see if there is any way around the impossible. I wonder if Mum has any ideas...." she ponders.

"Surely you aren't going to tell her what we've done, are you?" he asks. "She's sure to tell Dad, and they'll probably both go through the roof!"

"Somehow, I think they won't," his sister replies. She goes on to tell him of the regular question and answer sessions she has had with their mother, on Saturday mornings.

Ed is as amazed as his sister has been at the parental response. "Well, we'll see tomorrow," he says. They kiss and hug, then clear up and go to bed.

As ever, Denise has her usual question about the night before. Helen tells her, "You were right, Mum. Ed popped my cherry and shagged me."

"And how was it, my dear?"

"It hurt like hell when he broke through my hymen," her daughter replies. "I thought the whole thing would be bad, because of that, but Ed was so gentle that the pain soon eased. After that, it was an amazing fuck - and we both want to do it again, as soon as possible."

"We'll have to see what we can do about that, shan't we?" muses Mum.

"Are you going to tell Dad?"

Her mother looks at her, smiles and says, "Yes, of course - I always tell him. He's as interested in what you two get up to as I am."

"Oh," comes the only slightly surprised answer.

The menfolk come down to breakfast without being called. James says, "Morning, all, looks like a lovely day."

"Morning, Dad," says Ed, "It sure does."

"Morning, Dad," says Helen, "Yes, very nice."

Denise serves them all, sits down and says, "Tuck in, everyone, I have some good news to share."

"What's that, dear?" asks Dad, through his first mouthful.

"Our two offspring had their first shag, last night," she announces. Ed drops his fork. Helen just sits still, watching her father.

James looks around the table as he slowly finishes his mouthful. "Really?" he asks, casually, and puts another mouthful in.

"Is that all you are going to say, Dad?" queries his son. "Aren't you upset? Or at least surprised?"

After another slow mouthful, his father looks back at him and says, "The way you two have been going, lately - no, I'm not surprised. It was only a matter of time, really. And upset? Why should I be upset?"

Ed looks at him, still puzzled, and answers, "Because we are brother and sister! It's incest."

"Oh yes," says James, putting his knife and fork down. He looks at his wife, notes her little nod, and says, "Time to tell you the family secret. Your mother is also your Auntie."

Denise says, "And your dad is also your Uncle."

The penny drops quickly for Helen, who says, "And there's only one answer to that little conundrum, isn't there?"

"You'll have to explain it to me, I'm well lost," admits her sibling.

"They are brother and sister, too," she tells him.

They all look at Ed, watching as his brain almost visible struggles to digest this latest bombshell. Suddenly, the 'explosion' occurs, and he says, "You mean, we are children of incest, ourselves?"

"Of course," his sister says. "No wonder they weren't surprised! They've done the same thing themselves!!"

Denise says, "Good, you've got it. Now, get on with your breakfasts and I'll tell you two the whole story, once your Dad - my brother! - has gone to work."

"Yes," says James, "and will you take them to the retail market, this morning? Let them choose themselves a double bed, and see how quickly it can be delivered. Must go, I have to see old Mrs Harris. See you all later."

Once everyone has eaten breakfast and everything is cleared away, Denise tells her offspring the story. (Readers will find it in 'An Office Answer'.)

Denise can be very persuasive when she wants to. By the simple ploy of threatening to go elsewhere with a firm order, she not only gets the new bed delivered the same day, but has bed linen included at no extra cost. Helen and Ed decide to turn his room into a study and install the double bed in her room.

They ask their Mum for any ideas to help them do the impossible - marry. She thinks about it for a while, then calls them together and shares her deliberations. "I haven't come up with any scheme such as Sue and I evolved, so I've thought on different lines. You could probably forge a marriage certificate, especially with the computer skills you two have, but that's only a piece of paper. What we need to do is make one of you 'disappear', and announce that the other has married. And Helen - you are the one I am nominating to vanish!

"The real problem for you, as it was for us, is people who know you - like family, friends and neighbours. We don't have any family within a hundred miles, so if any of them should ever get in touch, we'll tell them that Helen has gone to Australia - and you're Ed's wife. You're in luck, as far as neighbours go, because, as you know, the ones on the other side of the drive have just gone! As for the lot on the other side, we hardly talk to them, anyway.

"For anyone else around here who may know us, and for friends, I have a cunning plan. Helen, if we change the colour and style of your hair, that will go a long way to a disguise for you. Give you a pair of glasses - blank lenses will fool almost anyone! - and a new style of dress, and behold! A new wife for Ed. Any thoughts, either of you?"

Ed chips in first with, "Sounds great as a basic plan. Give it a bit of fine tuning and I think we'll have a winner. Well done, Mum! It does put a fair bit of the onus on you, Sis. What do you think?"

"I like it too, Mum," says Helen. "My hair is pretty mousy, so what does anyone think - should I go for blonde, black or red? And what 'new style of dress'? Should I be a show-off, with short skirts and high heels? Or the opposite?"

"Anything, as far as I'm concerned," says her brother. "As long as I get to take the real you to bed, each night! Mum?"

"Either way, there are points for and against; a show-off would establish a new personality, whereas a quiet one might disappear. It's really your choice, Helen."

"In that case," she decides, very quickly, "I shall wear short skirts and those tall, chunky heels; a big, round pair of glasses; and ginger hair, which I shall grow right down my back. What happens to the old me, Mum?"

"I suggest a long wig until you hair grows," begins Denise, "then, as soon as you have your new outfit - and a new name! - Helen will have a blazing row and leave home as publicly as possible. You go off in a taxi with a couple of suitcases, Ed picks you up somewhere, and brings you back ultra-quietly, after dark. You lie low for a time, then he brings his wife home, also publicly."

"Excellent!" compliments her son. "Now, here's a thought from me: how about if you and me, Helen, write our own marriage vows, and say them with Mum and Dad as our witnesses?"

"Love it!" she exclaims and gives him a big kiss. They both kiss their mother, too, thanking her profusely for her brilliant ideas.

That evening, after dinner, the younger incestuous pair decide on the new name for Helen - Alice - and make their simple vows.

Ed goes first and says, "Alice, my love, I give myself fully to you. I take you wholly to me. I will love you with my body and my being. I will be, in all things, your partner. I seal these vows with a kiss."

Alice says, "Edward, my lover, I give myself to you, body and soul. I take you fully to me. I will love you with every part of my person. I will be, in all things, your partner. I seal these vows with a kiss." They kiss.

That night, the siblings are sent to bed with their parents blessing. Wanting to be at their best for each other, they take a leisurely shower. Unhurriedly, each soaps the other's body, feeling and stroking every square inch of flesh. They allow the jets of water to rinse them as they kiss, gently and lovingly. Then it's turn off the water, take towels and dry each other. They pad along the hall, shamelessly naked, to their new, joint bedroom.

Ed stops his sister at the door and asks, "May I carry you over the threshold, my love? Will you come with me, as one, into the room where we will give ourselves, each to the other, completely?"

"That would be a delight," she answers. Putting one arm around his shoulder, as he stoops to lift her, she clasps it with the other as he sweeps her into their bridal suite. "My lover is strong and handsome," she tells him, with a kiss. And, touching it, she proclaims, "His penis is a pillar of passion."

He gently sets her on her feet and replies, "My love is the most beautiful of women. Your lips are the sweetest of blossoms. Your breasts are hills of delectation. Your vagina is a valley of pleasure."

Helen climbs onto the bed and lays on her back. "Will my lover join me and merge his body and his juices with mine?"

"I can think of nothing more wonderful, my love," her brother replies, making himself comfortable beside her. He leans across and they kiss, long and lingeringly. He kisses her cheeks and her neck, delighting in the feel of her soft flesh. As he approaches her breasts, her nipples are already hard little pillars. He takes first one, then the other, suckling them and nibbling gently on them.

"O, my lover," she moans, "eat me if you will! I am yours to do with as you will!"

Ed stops long enough to reply, "Thank you, my love, but I want to leave enough for another day!" He opens his mouth wide and sucks in as much of her left breast as he can and moves his lips around it. His hand is caressing and fondling her right breast.

"Aaahhh," she groans, "so good, so good. Are you going to pleasure me to death? What a way to go!"

As he swops her breasts between his hand and mouth, he says, "May you live for ever, my love. And may I always give you pleasure." He moves down, kisses her belly and licks around her navel. He pauses, reaches under the bed, and brings up a bottle he hid there, earlier.

"What have you got there?" she asks.

"Remember what I said when I was in exactly this position, last night?" he asks.

"Can't say that I do," she admits. "Trust you're going to remind me?"

"I said I was going to drink wine from your 'delicate goblet'," he says. "Well, here's the wine, now, lie still." He removes the cork, pours a little wine into her navel and puts the bottle aside. He lowers his head to her belly, sucks up most of the wine, then moves quickly upwards. He kisses her, sharing the wine.

"O! How romantic," she sighs. "I'll bet there aren't many fellows who drink wine from their girls' navels - and fewer who share it, like that. Ooo, I do love you!"

Ed has gone back down to lick up the last remaining drops of wine and he is inserting the big finger of his right hand into her pussy. As he massages her love channel, she groans, "Aaaahh, yes, that's what I want! Prepare the way for your lovely cock!!" He adds a second finger and she pushes down onto them. She reaches across and takes hold of his erection. She squeezes and pulls it.

He pushes his fingers as deep as he can into her pussy and slowly moves them around the dampening walls. Now his thumb rubs her clit and her juice begins to flow. "Ohhhh! My lover, my lover!" she cries, releasing his cock. "You cannot stay out of me much longer. Your fingers are wonderful, but I need your big cock in my pussy!" She takes hold of her breasts and moulds and squeezes them in attempt to increase her pleasure.

Ed's cock is so stiff, it's beginning to ache. She is right from his point of view, too - he must soon enter her pussy. If this lovely woman, who was so recently his sister, wants him to come in, he must do so. He removes his fingers from her fanny, gives her one last kiss, and climbs between her legs. She spreads them wide, eager for her man to become one with her. "Now, my lover," she tells him. "Push your lovely big cock right into my pussy! Ram it home! Fuck me! Fuck me, now!"

Alice is so wet that he has no problem sliding his cock into her. Yet, despite the fucking he gave he only last night, she is still a little tight. "Need to force my way fully in, my love," he tells her. "Let me know if I hurt you."

She lifts her legs and grips his body with them, crossing her ankles behind him. Pulling him to her, she says, "You won't hurt me now, my love. You'll only make me feel you more intently. And I want to feel you inside my pussy! I want to feel you all the way in to my womb! Fill me with your super cock! And when you have it right in, fill me with your hot sperm!!"

He pulls back a little way, then pushes back in with determination. Yes! That was further. Back and in, back and in; each thrust takes him closer to their mutual aim, total penetration; each thrust brings a grunt of satisfaction from her mouth. "Agh, yes! Agh, yes! Agh, yes, so good! Agh, yes, all the way! All the way!"

As the end of his cock disappears into her pussy, it touches her clitoris. This most delicate part of her genitalia responds to the lightest touch and she cries, "Aaagh, yes!" and arches her back at the stimulation. Now, his deep thrusting and this extra touch is sending her to her limit. "Ooohh, I'm coming! I'm commming!" she cries.

Her back arches, she pulls so hard he can hardly move, but he manages to thrust with small, very fast strokes. Ed's breath is now coming fast and heavy as his rampant penis pounds away in her pussy. He can feel his balls tighten as they prepare to loose his load of seed into her eager, waiting bodyArching and pulling, she bucks up against her lover as she finally climaxes with cries of "Aaagghh, yes! I'm coming! I'M CUMMING! I'M FUCKING COMMMMMING! AAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!"

He feels that tell-tale, exquisite pain in the head of his cock and shouts his own release, "Yes! Here it comes! It's coming! I'M CUMMMING!" As his cock sends streams of sperm shouting up it's length, propelling it along her love canal, he cries, "YES! YES!! YESSSSS!!!"

Alice is overtaken with passion. "O YES, MY LOVER!" she screams. "FILL ME FULL WITH YOUR LOVELY SEED! FILL ME! FILL ME! DON'T LEAVE ANY SPACE EMPTY! FILL ME UP, MY LOVER!"

Even after Ed has emptied his load into her, she still keeps pulling him and bucking against him, wanting more. Eventually, she realises that her lover has stopped moving and, reluctantly, she releases him from the vice-like grip of her legs. As they collapse onto the bed, the only sound in the room is the harsh panting as they both gasp for breath.