Unity

This story involves sexual interactions between a brother and sister below the age of consent. If you're offended by the subject matter, or if your jurisdiction prohibits this kind of literature, please read no further. The author does not condone any illegal action.

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Something was wrong, I knew that straight away. Mum looked as worried as I'd ever seen her look, in my thirteen year old life to date. I was a sensitive soul, right from when I very small, attuned to other people's emotions from the outset. Without needing to waste words, I jumped up from my place in the sofa, where I'd been watching a science documentary on TV, and threw my arms around her body. Mum wasn't an overly emotional person herself, but in this case, my unspoken solidarity made her weep, just a little.

"Oh, Joshy, you're such a treasure! Try not to change, I know you're almost ready to be a man rather than a boy, but that doesn't mean you can't stop caring!"

"I'll always care for you, Mum, promise." I looked her in the eye, firmly but with love. "Can you tell me the problem is?"

She sighed sadly, a few more teardrops were in evidence. "It's Aunt Connie, she's....had a stroke. She's in hospital in Inverness." Aunt Connie was my Mum's great aunt, well into her eighties these days, but until now still vigourous and fiercely independent. She'd never had children of her own, but Mum had been the surrogate daughter she'd lacked, and the two of them had always been very close. "If only I could go and see her, but it's simply impossible."

We lived in a very secluded location in Caithness, in the north-east corner of the Scottish mainland, there was a railway station, on the 'Far North' line, a couple of miles away from our house, but precious little in the way of facilities otherwise. My sister Rosie, who was 11, almost 12, and I were Monday to Friday boarders at school, the only reason that we weren't there already on a weekday late morning was that it was Easter Monday, we were due to go back to our lessons on the Wednesday. The reason for our isolation was that Dad was a silviculture expert, managing hundreds of acres of woodland for Forestry and Land Scotland, but at that particular time, although he usually worked from home, he was in Norway for a conference - who scheduled a major Pan-European event during a public holiday weekend, I asked myself? - leaving Mum alone with us at what proved to be a crucial time.

Mum's pain was all too clear, but I couldn't find a way out of the impasse, at first. Until lightbulbs popped in my head. 

"Rosie and I can look after each other, it would be for a day or so, we can cycle to the station on Wednesday, we've done that before, in the summer. We both know how to cook, and we're used to our own company. And we like each other, you know that, we're best friends as well as brother and sister. Do it, Mum, just jump in the car and go and see Aunt Connie!"

"I can't do that! Could I?"

"Absolutely you can! I'll call Rosie, I bet she'll say the same!" My sister was outside, drawing the interesting cloudscape, she was an accomplished artist already, despite her tender years. Unlike me, I could scarcely draw the curtains! I went to the back door, asked her to join me, then explained Mum's predicament. She agreed with me, without hesitation.

"Josh is right, Mum, you'll never forgive yourself if....anything worse happens. We'll be safe, and I'm pretty sure we're sensible enough to cope. If there's a real emergency, we'll just call 999."

"We've both got phones, too, we'll keep in touch with you. We know plenty of Dad's workmates, as well, they'll help us, if necessary." I knew, and Mum knew, of course, that none of the people I was referring to lived within 15 miles of us, but it was another option, if not a great one. "Come on, Mum, you can be at the hospital in a couple of hours or so."

"OK, you've convinced me. I'll get ready."

Ten minutes later, Mum hugged us as though we were never going to see each other ever again, before driving out of our driveway and heading into the tiny lane towards the station, and the rest of the world. Rosie looked a little nervous, for long seconds, so I gave her a brotherly side hug.

"It'll be fine, Rosebud," - my private, affectionate nickname for my sibling - "I just hope Aunt Connie will be OK, Mum would be devastated if she doesn't....recover."

"I know, Aunt Connie has always been so amazingly healthy, you forget how old she really is," the girl sighed. "Anyway, what are we going to do now? I've finished my picture, you can have a look at it, if you like."

"I bet it'll be brilliant, you're so talented! Is it on your easel?"

"Yeah, come on, I want to bring my stuff indoors, it looks like it might rain soon. Can you help me."

"No probs!" There were already a few spots of drizzle in the kitchen window, so time was of the essence. "Quick, before it gets any wetter."

Our haste was justified, it was little more than a minute before a heavy downpour started.

"That was too close for comfort!" Rosie giggled. "Are you hungry yet, we can have some lunch, if you want."

"Sounds a good plan! What do you fancy?"

"I really like your omelettes, would that be OK?"

"Of course, I like them too, as long as you don't think I'm being big-headed!"

"Don't be daft, you're never big-headed! Well, almost never!" she smirked.

I tapped her bum, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough make my point. Rosie squealed far too loudly to warrant the blow. I laughed in my turn. 

"Don't exaggerate, you, I hardly touched you!"

"You're a bully, Joshua Campbell!" she pouted, although her eyes were smiling. "It's a good thing I love you, mister!"

"And I love you just much, Rosebud. Give me a smack, if you like, so we're equal!"

She smiled at me fondly. "No need for that, I know you're only playing. Although I might get own back sometime, when you're least expecting it!"

I pecked her cheek briefly. "I don't doubt it, you minx! Right, I'll get the food organised!"

After the meal was eaten, and the washing-up was complete, we headed back to the lounge.

"Anything you want to watch on TV, Babes?" I asked her solicitously.

"Maybe....shall we have a look on the EPG?" Despite our remote locality, we had good satellite TV reception most of the time, very bad weather being the only potential bugbear, so we were able to pore over the relevant menu on the big screen. Both of us were on the nerdy side, far more inclined to watch documentaries and the like than 'young people's' comedy or animation, or chart music, so it was no surprise when Rosie chose a animal show on one of the channels we were familiar with. 

"Will that one be OK, Joshy? It'll be starting in a few minutes."

"Yeah, that'll be fine. Shall find a blanket we can share?"

"Mmmm, that sounds nice." We settled on the sofa, our shoulders and hips just touching. All very innocent, simply two siblings who enjoyed each other's company. Or at least, that was how it started. Unbeknownst to either of us, the programme focused on mating behaviours, some of them rather explicit, especially in the middle of the afternoon. Rosie was completely fascinated with some of the scenes.

"They're making babies, right?" the girl remarked. I nodded, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "I wonder if they enjoy it. I like to stroke my....bits, sometimes, it feels really nice, if I'm careful. Do you play with yourself, Joshy?"

"Ummm....that's a bit too....private, Rosebud," I stammered.

"Oh Joshy, don't be shy! I won't tell anyone, I promise!" At that moment, the next scene cut to a pair of elephants, doing what elephants do in the wild. Rosie laughed uproariously. "Oh wow, he's a big boy, isn't he?! In more than one way!"

Despite my blushes, I could help but laugh myself. "Certainly is! A....and yes, I do make myself good, most days, more than once if I'm being honest. One of my friends at school told me how to do it, he's got two older brothers, so he knew about it, right back when he was about 8 or 9." Rosie's arm snaked over my shoulder and neck, holding me close.

"Joshy," she whispered in my ear, "would you....let me see your....boy bits? I'll show you my....pussy, if you want." I gasped, partly in shock, but also with rising desire. I genuinely loved my little sister, but I was aware that she was more than usually attractive for her age, too. "Please, Joshy, I'm so curious to see what an undressed boy looks like, especially a cute one like you!"

I was sorely tempted to grant her wish, but the 'what if we get caught' scenario loomed as a potential deal-breaker. I temporised instead. "I....I think you're really pretty, Rosie, b....but you're my sister, isn't that supposed to be illegal, touching each other like that, I mean?"

"Who will know? I won't tell anyone, like I said, and I doubt you would, either. We're already best friends, making each other feel good is just one more step in the same direction. I know you wouldn't hurt me, and I feel the same way about you. Please, Joshy, there's no-one I'd rather play sexy with, in the whole world!" She leaned over towards me and kissed me on the lips, so, so delicately. I was lost, completely, wrapping her in my arms, kissing her back with passionate fervour. "Come on, big bro, you've got the double bed, let's get naked!"

The die was cast, we were in my bedroom within seconds, our clothes were strewn across the floor haphazardly, and the girl was soon recumbent, beckoning me close in the most seductive fashion. My longish, but skinny penis had never been so hard, pointing almost vertically to the ceiling.

"Well, you're not as big as that elephant, Joshy, but your bits are much nicer!" Rosie grinned. "Do you like how I look?"

"Y....you're simply gorgeous, Rosebud. I love everything about you. I want to make you feel good, can you show me what you like best?"

"Yeah, no problem - as long as you'll do the same for me! Your....penis, that's the right word, isn't it?" I nodded, "is awesome! Can I touch it, please?"

I shivered in excited anticipation. "You can do whatever you want, but don't be too rough, please, especially with my balls, boys can get badly hurt if anyone squashes them."

"I'll be careful, promise." I laid on my back, the girl knelt beside me, then gently gripped my boyhood. The pleasure made me groan aloud, causing Rosie to let go, as though she'd been stung.

"Sorry, sorry, Joshy, I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"You didn't, darling, it was almost too good, not bad!" I moved her hand back to where it had been, before giving her a brief tutorial. "Go up and down, a few centimetres at a time. Concentrate on the head, mostly, that's where it feels the best. That's spot on, Rosebud, just grip a fraction tighter, yeah, like that, that's perfect! Feels so good!" I was already more than halfway to orgasm, and that would've been far too quick, so I stilled her hand gently. "Don't worry, Rosebud, you haven't done anything wrong, but I was getting too excited. When you get your cum - 'c'. 'u', 'm', orgasm is the proper word, but most people just all 'a cum' - that's usually the end of the process, at least temporarily, and I want to carry on playing some more. And I want to make you feel good, too, show me how, please, darling."

"That word you used, 'a cum', is that when you get a big rush of really good feeling when you've been playing with yourself for a while?" my sister asked. I nodded in the affirmative. "I know how that feels, I've done it to myself, but I didn't know what it was called." She moved back to where she'd been at the outset, on her back with her thighs splayed wide, encouraging me to kneel in the resulting inverted 'V' shape. I studied the position carefully, her hairless genital area making my penis twitch, making me afraid that I would boil over without the least further stimulation. "Give me your hand, Joshy." I complied, without hesitation. "I'll show you how I do it for myself." She used my forefinger as a pointer, directing me towards first her clitoris, then the to the entrance to her vagina. "Put your finger right inside, but gently, please."

"It's wet, Rosebud. Is that supposed to happen?"

"Yeah, that's the girl equivalent of a boy's stiffy. It's not pee, it's some slippery stuff my pussy makes, I don't know what it's called, though, or even if it's got a separate name. Try to go all the way inside if you can, it feels really good to do that, and your finger is longer than mine, so it should be even better!" I inched my digit into her buttery depths, making her sigh in pleasure. "Oh yeah, that's lovely! Deeper, Joshy, please!" I bottomed out, to her brief disappointment. "Go in and out a few times, that makes me get even wetter, the sliding feelings are so scrummy! Tickle my clitty with your other hand, very gently, please. Oh, so good, I'm going to get a cum, really soon!" In seconds, she was there, her vagina clamped onto my still working finger, several times, while she gasped and groaned in her rapture. At length, she pulled my finger out of her body completely, sighing deeply. "Oh Joshy, that was the best one I've ever had! Thank you so much!"

Impulsively, I kissed her wet vulva, making her yelp in surprise. 

"Joshy! That was....weird! But good weird! Do it again, unless you didn't like it."

I didn't like it, I loved it! I kissed her four or five times, then started to lick her avidly. The taste and texture of her juicy slit was simply delicious! And she wasn't complaining in the slightest, urging me on with a mixture of gasps, moans and soft squeals, until she climaxed once more.

"Too much, Joshy, I need a break!" I reluctantly stopped, returning to her mouth, kissing her over and over. "Wow, I taste pretty good!" she laughed, once I gave her a few moments of respite. "I hope we can do that again, sooner rather than later!"

"Whenever you like, Rosebud, I loved it! You taste so amazing, it almost made me cum without even touching myself!"

"Well, it's time you get a cum yourself, anyway. What can I give you that you really like?"

"The only thing I've done is to....wank myself, you know, the stroking you did for me earlier. The thing is, though, I'll squirt my sperm really quickly, I'm so turned on being with you. I'll probably get hard again soon, but exactly how long that will be, I'm not sure."

"Do you get a lot of sperm out, is it like peeing?"

"No, it's just like....a spoonful, maybe. It's pretty messy, though, and it stains your clothes or bedding if you're not careful. It doesn't taste nasty, though, actually, mine doesn't taste of much anything at all. The texture is a bit weird, I guess, it's like very thin milky stuff, it's difficult to describe it, really."

"So if I lick your penis, and you squirt in my mouth, I won't choke, or anything?"

"I don't think so, but I don't want to do anything to make you upset. Just wank me, and I'll tell you when I'm ready to squirt, so you can avoid the mess."

"You can swallow it, though, can't you? It wouldn't make me sick, would it?"

"No, like I say, I've swallowed mine, and the only snag is that odd texture."

"OK, I'll lick and suck you, and see what happens! Lay down again, and we can try."

I was breathlessly excited before Rosie even touched me, and I almost climaxed within seconds when her lips brushed my glans, but somehow, I restrained myself. She was, of course, completely unfamiliar with the nuances of the male orgasm, but I was little more sophisticated myself, this was my first ever sexual connection with another person as well. It felt utterly heavenly, apart from the one time when she accidentally scraped my boyhood with her teeth, that wasn't much fun, but she quickly realised her mistake, and there was no repetition. 

"I'm nearly there, Rosebud!" I gasped. "Take it out now, unless you don't mind my sperm in your mouth!" She made no evasive action, and I couldn't stop myself any longer. "Here it comes!" I groaned, the pleasure overwhelming me completely. The girl gamely hung on right through my climax, swallowing twice (I think!), but pulled out without much delay thereafter.

"Yuck!" she exclaimed. "It was like having something....gross, like raw egg, in my mouth!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Rosebud, I should've made you stop. I won't do it again, I promise!" I kissed her cheek, gently.

She shrugged. "You warned me in time, it was my choice to carry on. I think I need to brush my teeth, though."

"Whatever you want to do, sweetness. Have you had enough of sex stuff now?"

"No way! It's so much fun! But no more sperm in my mouth, at the moment!"

We had a joint 'freshen up' in the bathroom, we both had quick washes in the sink, and both brushed our teeth, too, the only private acts were using the toilet - neither of us were remotely interested in watching each other's excretory functions! We headed towards my bedroom once more, but Rosie unexpectedly ducked into her own room.

"I'll only be a few seconds," she said brightly, "I'm just looking for something. See you in a mo!"

True to her word, I'd barely laid back down on my bed when the girl reappeared - with a chunky marker pen. I looked at her quizzically.

"What's that for, Rosebud?"

She smirked devilishly. "Stand up for a minute, please." I did her bidding, still looking nonplussed. She took my penis into her right hand, and stroked me briefly, with the predictable result - I was fully erect in mere seconds. The pen was in her left hand, and she was evidently comparing the two objects. "Thought so!" she said happily, before discarding the stationery item. I looked at her in bemusement. "Can't you guess?" I shook my head. "I wanted to see if your boy bit was thicker than the pen - and it isn't! I've put the pen into my pussy before, months ago, it hurt a bit the first couple of times, but when I got used to it, it felt great! It gave me some really good cums, and now I know your penis is thinner, I can easily put it inside me! I want to try, right now!"

"W....we can't, Rosebud! You might get pregnant!"

"That definitely can't happen, Joshy! Because I haven't had a period yet, I'm too young! Mum told me about periods and what they mean last summer. We're completely, totally safe!"

I sat there for almost a minute, feeling stunned. The prospect of losing my virginity to my beloved sibling seemed to be too good to be true. Rosie waited patiently for me to weigh the alternatives, her eyes never wavering, she simply gazed into mine, the love she was displaying was as clear as day. Slowly, I smiled at her, with my love flowing freely back straight to her.

"Are you sure it's what you really want, Rosebud?"

"100% certain, Joshy. I love you so much, and I'm just as certain you love me just as much."

"You're right, I do love you that much! I can't imagine anyone better than you for me."

Her smile was beatific. "Can we do it then, please? You can go into me, and I'll try to make it as good as possible for you?"

I was almost on the brink of tears, the emotional charge was profound. The girl grinned.

"Don't let it get too heavy, it's supposed to be fun, remember!"

I laughed out loud. "You're totally right, Rosebud! Fun, and pleasure, and, most of all, love! Don't forget, though, neither of us have done this before. We'll have to work it out together."

"I'm sure we'll manage! And the advantage is that if we don't get it right straight away, we've got plenty of time to practice!"

We moved into the now familiar orientation from earlier, Rosie giving ample space to kneel close to her open legs. I was so anxious, I started to lose my erection.

"What's the matter, Joshy?"

"I....it's just nerves, I think."

"Relax, darling, you'll be fine!" She caressed my penis for a few seconds, restoring my vigour in short order. "That's better! I'm so ready for this, Joshy, it'll be awesome!" She adjusted her position, and mine, until my boyhood was right on the point of her threshold. "I can feel your penis, just push inside, slowly, though, please." I tried to penetrate her as gently as I could, but there seemed to be a....blockage, somehow, I wasn't progressing at all. "You're in the right place, Joshy, I reckon. Push a fraction harder, maybe?"

I tried again, but there was still no success, making me moan in frustration. "It's not working, Rosebud! What am I doing wrong?"

"I'm tight inside, Joshy, maybe I'm the problem. I'll try to relax." She closed her eyes, breathing deeply and deliberately. My penis seemed to move, by just a few millimetres. "Try to push again," the girl said. This time, the whole of my glans slipped into her depths. "Yeah, Joshy, that was better! Again, please!" Another push, another inch. The warmth, wetness and pressure of her vaginal walls were intensely exquisite. 

"It's the best feeling ever, Rosebud! Is it good for you as well?"

"Mmmm, you're filling me up so beautifully!" She craned her neck to see how much of my penis was still outside. "You're halfway in, I reckon. Keep going, if you can, I want all of you!"

Her wish was my command. It was a painstaking process, but eventually, I was almost completely buried into her body. "One more push, and it'll be all the way in, Rosebud. Are you still OK with everything?"

"Totally, Joshy, it's heavenly!" She grabbed my skinny glutes, and, at last, I bottomed out. "Oh, brilliant!" the girl gushed. "It's better than ever I would've imagined! We're not virgins anymore, it's so exciting! We've got to move in and out, I think, let's do it!"

"In a minute, Rosebud, let me get used to it first, I'm afraid I'll cum too soon otherwise! You feel so, so delicious, I wish we'd known about this years ago!"

"I know, darling, we'll just have to make up for lost time!"

I laughed, making the girl coo in pleasure. "That felt scrummy, Joshy, when you laughed, I mean! It made my pussy tingle, right deep inside! Make your....dick, that's the word the girls at school use, make it twitch, if you can."

I could, and I did. Rosie gasped at the feeling. "Oh darling, that's so sexy hot! I'll be getting a huge cummy, I bet, really soon!"

I, on the other hand, wasn't particularly close to orgasm, surprisingly enough. The sensation of her body was enfolding me, inside and out, was a delight, but the pleasure was on a plateau, rather than a peak. "I think I'm ready to move inside you now, if that's OK for you?"

"Oh yeah, that'll be lovely! Go slow, though, in case you slip out completely. I definitely don't want to lose you, after all that preparation!"

I could have said the same, so my first movements as an ex-virgin were tentative. "Oh wow," I enthused, "that feels even better than ever! I could do this for hours!"

Rosie giggled. "I bet we'd be too tired to do that! But making it as long as we can would be a good idea, I think!" I gradually picked up the pace, in terms of both depth and tempo, to my girl's excitement. "Oh Joshy, it's so good! Please don't stop!"

Stopping was certainly not on the agenda at that moment, not when my beloved was whimpering in rapture. "Here I go, Joshy, ooohhh yessss!!" I still wasn't ready to join her in heaven, instead carrying on with an even rhythm. Her orgasm was spectacular, she was literally crying in joy. All at once, though, my body suddenly spasmed violently, and I burst into an astonishingly strong climax, leaving me totally breathless for long seconds. We eventually came back to earth, neither of us could find any sensible words to describe what we'd just experienced. It was only with hindsight that we realised it was one of the cardinal moments of our lives. 

We kissed, gently but oh so meaningfully. "Stay inside me, Joshy, please. I don't want to this to end. Ever, ever! I love you so much, darling!"

"I love you just as much, Rosebud! I'll try to not to lose you, but I think my dick is going to sleep!"

With a devilish smile, she squeezed my penis with her internal muscles. I squeaked in surprise, but her gambit was successful, giving my erection a fresh lease of life. "That's better!" she giggled. "If we're careful, we can roll over, so I can be on top. Shall we try?"

Another success! "Mmmm, that's great, Joshy! Maybe we can have a little snooze, with your dick still inside!" I shook my head in wonder. "I'm only joking, you goof, but I wouldn't mind a second round, nice and gently. I'll do the work this time, it's only fair!"

That second coupling was simply wonderful. Rosie was a complete natural, she instinctively knew when to go fast, luxuriate in a slow and easy pace, use her muscles to best effect, or stop completely. The pleasure built and built in my loins, shifting and shimmering, but she kept me just below boiling point. We kissed so many times. regaling each other with all of the endearments we knew, even making new ones, on occasions. Eventually, I realised I was getting close to the point of no return.

"I'm nearly there, Rosebud!"

"Me too, lover boy, let's see if we can finish together!" She stepped the pace up markedly, panting in exertion. "Cumming, Joshy, cum with me!" We didn't manage to have a fully simultaneous experience, but it was a valiant effort - she climaxed first, her orgasm just tailing off as mine began, but the difference between our respective spasms was barely thirty seconds. The girl almost collapsed, and I wasn't far behind. This time, I simply had to withdraw, the sensitivity was too much for me.

"Sorry, precious, I had to let go! The tickles were so fierce!"

"Don't worry, I would've asked you to stop anyway. My pussy is aching! I didn't know that was even possible!"

I laughed, weakly. "I know what you mean! Everything is worn out at the moment!"

"I'm really gooey inside, too! And I reckon we'll have to wash your bedding, the duvet cover is a complete mess! There's pussy juice and spermy stuff everywhere!"

"Good job I've got a spare in the cupboard! Let's have a quick shower, and sort my bed out. Then we can have a nap!"

An hour later, half of which was spent asleep, we were awakened by the sound of my phone ringing. I gave myself a few seconds so that I wouldn't sound too dozy before I answered the call. It was Mum, sounding much more chipper.

"Hi Josh! Is everything OK there?"

I barely managed to avoid laughing out loud. "Fine, Mum. How's Aunt Connie?"

"She's trying to convince the doctors that she's perfectly ready to go home! I tell you, she's as tough as old boots! They're not releasing her yet, though, they say that more tests will have to be done. The initial diagnosis is Aunt Connie has had what they call a 'T.I.A.', a 'mini-stroke', in layman's terms. If that's confirmed, she will probably be discharged in about 24 hours. Will you two be able to look after each other until then?"

"Of course! I made omelettes for lunch, and we'll have a look in the freezer for something nice for dinner later. The only problem was I spilt some gunk on my duvet cover, but I've put it in the washing machine, so it doesn't get stained. It'll be ready pretty soon, I think, I'll put on the airer in the greenhouse so it dries, it's still too rainy to hang it out on the washing line."

"Oh, thank you, Josh, that's very good of you! Is Rosie alright?"

"Yeah, she's right here, she heard my phone. Do you want to speak to her?"

"Yes, please."

Rosie was already fully conscious after our snooze, and obviously happy to hear the encouraging news from the hospital. She chatted to Mum for a minute or two, before handing the phone back to me.

"The plan is," Mum said, "as long as Aunt Connie is ready to go tomorrow, I'll take her home, stay with her for a couple of hours, make sure she's got enough groceries and what have you, then come back here. I'll let you know if anything changes, but I should be back by dinner time. That'll mean I can take you to the station on Wednesday. I've e-mailed Dad, as well, he knows what's going on, but he won't be back home until late on Friday night. Are you happy with all of that?"

"No bother, Mum! We're having fun together, but it'll be really good to see you tomorrow!"

"I'll be looking forward to see you both, too! Look after each other, see you soon."

"'Bye Mum!"

The line disconnected, my sister and I laughed like drains.

"How cool were you, Joshy! 'Split some gunk', that's priceless! And 'she's right here', what would she say if she knew we were under your duvet, without a stitch of clothing between us!"

"I might've been more nervous, apart from the fact that I was still half asleep!" I looked at her rather more seriously, though. "I can't tell you how wonderful it's been, Rosebud, but we'll have to be so careful from now on. If we get caught....well, I can't even guess what might happen. And if we were to accidently make a baby, it would be the end of the world. I bet I'd be sent away somewhere, and not able to see you again. That would break my heart, for sure."

"Mine too, Joshy," she sighed. "We'll work it all out, somehow." She kissed me earnestly, twice, three times, before her fingers slowly crept downwards, until she came to my aching penis, just as hard as it been earlier in the afternoon. "I want some more of you, lover boy, if you wouldn't mind."

"I'd love to, darling, but let me find a towel first, so we don't make such a mess this time!" She giggled musically.

"Good idea! Use one of the big beach towels, maybe?"

"Perfect! Let's do it - again!"

And we did. Three more times, in fact, over the next four or five hours. By that time, I was only producing a dribble or two of semen, but it didn't diminish our pleasure in the slightest. It did make us ridiculously tired in the end, though, even after we'd refuelled with big plates of fish, chips and beans at teatime. Rosie was almost asleep, even though it was only eight o'clock.

"Can we sleep together tonight, Joshy? I'd really like that, being with you all night." She yawned expansively.

"Course, Rosebud, that would be brilliant!"

"Let's stay naked, though, I love your body, so much!"

"Whatever suits you. Are you ready to go to sleep now."

"Mmmm, nearly, I'll have a quick pee, and then brush my teeth first, though."

"Me too, then I won't have to disturb you."

Ten minutes later, we were wrapped in each other's arms once more.

"Night, night, Joshy. Love you!"

 "Love you, too. Sleep well."

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At 7:00 next morning, we were raring to go again. Insatiable, more or less, until lunchtime. Four more couplings later, though, we were flagging. And rather sore, to boot.

"Oh Joshy, I don't want to stop, but I don't think I can do anything more! My pussy is really tender!"

"I'm not surprised, we've done it nine times in less than 24 hours, if I'm counting correctly! That's an amazing performance, I reckon!"

She laughed. "Shall we ring the Guinness World Records people!"

"Ummm....maybe not a good idea! I don't think they will be too amused!"

"Shame!" She looked at me, smiling fondly. "No more sex, for now, then, but I'd still like to carry on cuddling. Can we?"

"Oh darling Rosebud, of course we can, if you want. This room is getting a bit smelly, though, much as I like our sex smells, it might be better to open the window. Shall we get dressed for a while, and go back to cuddling in a blanket in the lounge instead."

"Mmmm, that would be nice. Just don't watch any animal programmes, in case we get too....frisky again!"

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Our first sex experiences came to an end on that Tuesday afternoon, but we found the time and space to expand our amatory horizons in the next couple of months. We were occasionally left 'home alone', and when the weather was amenable (not a frequent event in Caithness, sadly!) we cycled to various places we'd found allowing us a little privacy, most notably a more or less disused bothy a couple miles from home, where we screwed (our vocabulary, largely by way of the internet, was expanding too!) like the proverbial bunnies! I'd found, also online, a company who manufactured 'youth condoms', reasonably inexpensively, which turned to be a boon, because Rosie had had her first period, little more than a month after we'd lost our virginities on that memorable Bank Holiday. We even managed to sneak some 'together time' at school once or twice, but that was fraught with danger, the boarding accommodation was very strictly segregated, even siblings like us weren't supposed to associate with each other, beyond official school activities. Still, we were far from celibate, enjoying our bodies as frequently as possible, while being careful to make sure that the world didn't know about our love. But, unfortunately, we weren't careful enough.

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The school holidays had just started, but the weather conspired against us, even by the standards of our home range, it was wet, grey and cool, and had been for almost a week. Our parents were always around as well, seemingly, but a chink of light had opened up the previous evening, when Dad told us he needed to go to Inverness to have some 'headquarters' meetings, while Mum was due to start a new part-time job, giving demonstrating her skills in weaving as part of a local crafts initiative, largely for tourists. After our success in fending for ourselves at Easter, there was no hesitation on Mum or Dad's parts to leave us for what would only be six or seven hours. Dad had left by seven that morning, Mum leaving a couple of hours later. We waited for a good half hour before we decamped to my bedroom, in case Mum came back unexpectedly, but it wasn't too long after thereafter that we were united, in a sexual sense, once more. Just as I was in throes of my first orgasm of the day, and in Rosie's second, the door flew open, with Dad appearing in the doorway, his eyes bulging in fury.

"What the hell do you think your doing! How dare you abuse your own sister! Stop this at once, I want you both dressed in the lounge in two minutes! You disgusting wretch!"

It was obvious that he had assumed that I was the 'aggressor' and Rosie the 'victim', and that I was the one in the crosshairs of his ire.

"We'd better do what he says, Rosebud. I'm so sorry I've dragged you into this mess. If he takes me to the police, I'll probably never see you again, but if that happens, never forget I love you, and I always will."

Rosie began to cry, just a little. "Don't say stuff like that, please! I'm in this as much as you. And I love you just as much, you know that." She dried her eyes quickly. "I don't want him to think you've raped me, or something. We need to be strong for each other, Joshy. Tell him the truth, and nothing but the truth. Don't take all the blame, OK?"

"He probably won't listen, you know he's stubborn, once he's decided on something, everything's set in stone. We'll just have to see what happens, I guess. Don't make him wait, anyway, or he'll be ready to tear me into shreds."

We quickly dressed, after wiping ourselves cursorily with a towel and wrapping the condom we'd been using into a tissue. Kissing each other tenderly, we were ready as we'd ever be to face the music. Dad was standing in the centre of the lounge as we entered the room, his face was like thunder. Rosie glanced at me momentarily, before meaningfully taking my hand into hers, making it as obvious as possible that she was the instigator of the gesture.

"Take your hands off your sister, you pervert!" the man shouted. I was about to reply, but Rosie beat me to the punch.

"That's not going to happen, Dad," my sister said, firmly. "Josh isn't a pervert, he's my best friend in the world, and I love him so much. We love each other so much I should say. And we always will, whether you like it or not. I was the one who started the sex stuff, not him, but we're equals now. If you want to anything to Josh, you'll have to do the same to me."

Dad simply goggled at Rosie's statement for a few moments, but it wasn't long until he was back on the attack.

"He's older, young lady, he should've been protecting you, not abusing you!"

"I haven't been abused, at all! We've shared everything, and I love the stuff we've done."

"You're far too young to know about this....dirty behaviour! Mark my words, I'll do everything in my power to make sure you're separated, permanently. You're both simply vile!"

"And you're a hypocrite, Dad, I know that you and Mum were doing the same things when you were even younger than us! OK, you aren't brother and sister, but you're cousins, and you've been screwing since you're 9 or 10! 'Like a pair of little bunnies', I heard!"

"How the hell do you know that?! We've never told anyone about us!"

Rosie smiled, smugly. "I've got my sources! At least one person knows the whole story, and that person has told me!"

Dad's face paled obviously. "That old witch!" he sneered venomously. "She doesn't even know what day it is!"

"If you mean Aunt Connie," I said with feeling, "she's certainly isn't senile. And if you call her things like that, and Mum finds out, I reckon you'll be in all sorts of trouble!"

The man started towards me, his arm raised in evident threat. Rosie was quicker, though, jumping to my defence.

"You'll have to hit me first, Dad! Would you feel like a real man to do that, like you do to Mum?" His astonishment was clear. "Oh yes, Dad, I don't need Aunt Connie to tell me what you're really like, I've seen it for myself. I've seen Mum crying her eyes out because of your bullying. Go on, hit me if you like, it would just prove what a scumbag you are!"

The man looked at both of us as though he was ready to kill us out of hand, but instead, he turned on his heel, towards his bedroom. Within fifteen minutes, he emerged, carrying two large suitcases.

"You're no children of mine," he glared coldly. "Enjoy your life with your worthless mother, and your poisonous great aunt. I hope you both rot in hell!"

The front door slammed, joined by the car door, before the vehicle sped away. Rosie and I looked each other, both of us were visibly trembling. 

"H....how long have you known about him, Rosebud?"

"About a year, Mum and I visited Aunt Connie last summer, when you went on that trip to Shetland with your friend from school, he's got family in the islands, hasn't he?" I nodded. "Mum had been trying to tell me to be careful since I was about 10, but I didn't understand what she was driving at. But then I woke up in the middle of the night just before Mum and I were going to go on that visit, and Dad was in my room, without any clothes except his underpants. I asked him what was going on, but he wouldn't tell me, he just walked out and shut the door. The next morning, I told Mum what happened, after he'd gone out to work, Mum just cried, for ages and ages. 'I can't tell you properly', she said eventually, 'but Aunt Connie will tell you, soon.' I was so confused."

"Why didn't you tell me, Rosebud?" I asked, gently.

"Mum asked me not to tell you. I think she was afraid that Dad would do something to all of us, something horrible. Especially to me. She told me to wait and talk to Aunt Connie, so I did."

"But that was nearly a year ago," I told my sister. "Didn't you trust me?"

"Aunt Connie told me a quite a lot of the story, but she said she didn't have any proof. Dad raped Mum, apparently, when she was only 9 and he was 10. And he kept doing it, for a long time after, but he always managed avoid any suspicion, somehow. Until she got pregnant. The family covered it up, and they wanted Mum to have an abortion, but she wouldn't. But in the end, she had a miscarriage anyway, before she was showing much, so everyone pretended nothing had happened. Apart from Aunt Connie, that's why no-one would talk to her, other than Mum."

"I don't understand, if Dad was so horrible to Mum, why did they get married at all?"

"I don't really know, Aunt Connie said something about 'Stockholm syndrome', which I didn't really understand. Anyway, Mum got pregnant again, when she was 19 or so, and this time, the family forced Dad to marry her. And that second baby was you, Joshy."

"I wish I had known, I'd have killed him! What a piece of shit! I always thought that he'd never loved me, I know why now."

"He didn't love me either, he just wanted to have sex with me, so Aunt Connie said. I reminded him of Mum at the same age, apparently."

"He didn't do anything to you, did he?" I asked nervously.

"Luckily, no. Lucky for him, for sure, if he'd raped me, I would've cut his throat with a carving knife when he was asleep!" I shuddered at the thought, but it would've been in character for my feisty sister.

"What are we going to do now?" I asked.

"Ring Mum first, I reckon, make sure she's safe. I'll do it, she won't mind as much from me." Rosie ran to her room, coming with her phone in hand within seconds. She called Mum's number without delay, using the speaker option so I could hear both ends of the conversation. By chance, Mum was on a break, in a private room at the craft centre. Rosie told her the bare bones of the story, that Dad had apparently walked out on us, but that we were safe, at least for now. As we were speaking to her, there was a ruckus in the background, a woman's voice, raised in anger, was saying 'This is a private area, Sir, I'll call the police if you're not out of here in thirty seconds', before the door opened, our father's unmistakable voice shouting at full volume.

"They're all yours, you waste of a good skin! Especially that little slut of a daughter of yours, she's just the same as her mother, a complete whore!" There was a metallic thud on the line, which I later realised was a bunch of keys being thrown onto a table top. "Don't worry, you, or your filthy spawn, will never see me again. None of you are remotely worth going for jail for, I can tell you!" Receding footsteps were evident, with a parting shot towards the unknown woman we'd heard. "If I were you, I'd make sure my ex-wife doesn't go anywhere close to any young boys, they'd lose their virginities within minutes!" There was a wretched sob, that could only have been from my Mum. I spoke to her, with urgency.

"Mum, are you alright? He hasn't hurt you, has he?!"

The woman responded, after a few moments, her voice wavering. "N....no, Josh, I....I'm fine. I'll get back as soon as I can, then we can discuss all this stuff in private." The other woman intervened. "Go home, Marie, look after your bairns. Call me when things have settled down, OK?" There was another longish hiatus. "Thanks, Jean. I'll go straight away."

"Don't rush, Mum, drive carefully. We'll be perfectly OK until you get back," Rosie told the woman, firmly.

"I will, love you both, see you soon."

"'Bye, Mum! We love you, too!"

Less an hour later, the three of us were in the lounge, Mum in her favourite armchair, while Rosie and I had settled into our comfortable sofa, our hands linked in solidarity and love.

"We love each other, Mum," Rosie said, without hesitation. "We want to be together, for always. We know we can't get married, but we can live as though we were. The rest of the world can mind their own business!"

Mum looked at us for long seconds, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You're very young to make that decision, but I wouldn't say you're too young to know what your hearts are telling you. I thought I was in love, once on a time, but I found out that I was wrong. I hope you two have more luck than me."

I was more reticent, but that was more through teenage embarrassment than any feeling that I was making the wrong choice. I finally committed to words that I thought were appropriate. "Like Rosie says, we love each very much, our feelings are much deeper than normal siblings. I can't lie, we've been having sex for a few months now, but we've been very careful not to make a baby together. Neither of us want that to happen, we've looked on the web, and we know it can make lots of problems for the baby, as well as for us. When Rosie's....periods settle down properly, we'd like her to start to take the pill, if you will give us permission. We've got plenty of....condoms, but we'd prefer something more reliable."

Mum smiled wryly. "It looks like I don't have give you 'The Talk'. You pair probably know more than I do! But yes, it would be more sensible to take the pill, I won't even try to persuade you not to have sex, that ship has already sailed. I take it you're planning to be monogamous?"

"That word means only having sex with each other, right?" Rosie asked. Mum nodded. "In that case, absolutely! I love Josh, and he loves me, neither of us want to do anything with anyone else. Ever!"

"'Ever' is a long time, pet, but I'm not trying to be awkward," Mum said. "Do you want to share a bed permanently, now your father looks like he's history?" We both grinned, nodding eagerly. "That'll be OK, as long it doesn't interfere with the rest of your lives. School work gets priority, and whatever you do, everything needs to be private. I don't want to know about, and I definitely don't want to see, any of your activities, understand?" We assented without hesitation, but Rosie's face suddenly changed, something had struck her, and not in a good way.

"Mum....if Dad's gone, will we have to move?"

"No, sweetheart, the house is ours. It belongs to Aunt Connie, but in her will, she's made completely clear that when she dies, the house will come to me, and if I die first, the house will come to you two. That's been the case for more than ten years. Dad hated the fact that he'd been cut out of the situation, but Aunt Connie didn't like him at all, right from the first time she found out that he'd been....hurting me, and she didn't trust him, either, justifiably, as it's turned out. I should've kicked him out as soon as I suspected he was interested in you, b....but I was scared of him. I'm so sorry, Rosie, I should've been stronger, but when you've been bullied a....and abused, for so long, it was too....difficult for me."

The girl sprung to her feet, and quickly wrapped Mum with a huge hug. "I don't blame you, at all, now I know what he's been like. You know Joshy isn't like that to me, don't you?"

"Yes, I've known for a long time that you two have been really close. I didn't know about the sex part, but it doesn't surprise me, let alone shock me, now you've been honest with me. And I'll never try to separate you, maybe you'll change your mind about each other as you mature, but it will always be your decision."

I moved to join the group hug, kissing Mum on the cheek. "Thank you, Mum, for being so understanding. We love you, and I hope you find someone better to love, sooner rather than later."

She smiled, as happily was I could remember for many a long year.

****

It's four years since Dad caught us in flagrante, and some things have changed, while others have stayed the same. Mum and Dad divorced without much delay, and true to his word, he completely disappeared from out lives. Until a few months ago, when we were told that he had died in a car accident, in Canada, of all places. As the months had passed into years, Rosie and I hadn't missed him, for good or ill, but his death did, at least, draw a line under that phase of our lives. Mum was probably the one who was most relieved, but she certainly didn't gloat about his passing, after all, she had loved him, for a long time, despite his many faults. 

Mum flourished once she didn't feel threatened by Dad any longer, making what had been little more a hobby, her weaving and knitting business, into a full-time profession, and a financially lucrative one, at that. Rosie and I both helped with the business, my sister's artistic skills were growing apace, she was more or less a junior partner for Mum, her designs were both aesthetically pleasing and successful, while I trained myself as a 'expert user' in a goodly number of relevant I.T. applications, looking after our website and our social media presence, as well as being the 'admin guy' in general. At just 18, I had finished with my school education, and although I could've gone to university, my preference was to stay at home with my beloved Rosebud, augmenting our coffers by offering online tutoring for those who were less skilled on the computing front. Rosie herself was still at school, with one more year to finish her 'Highers', including an Advanced Higher in art. It meant that I didn't see her in the school week - she was still boarding four or five days weekly - and I missed her terribly, but at least I knew it wasn't going last too much longer, she would be back home permanently in less than nine months, working as a full-time artist and designer. 

Aunt Connie was still going strong, despite her being more than 85. We visited her regularly, even more frequently when I'd passed my driving licence first time and bought my first car, although the insurance premiums were exorbitant, even for my little runabout. Our de facto matriarch blessed our love without hesitation, simply telling us to look after each other, which, of course, we fully intended to do anyway.

And that love was stronger than ever, in a 'romantic' as well a sexual way. Rosie and I simply never argued, ever, we were both world-class compromisers! Mum discreetly asked if anything had changed in our relationship, every now and then, but we assured her that any changes were to the good. Whenever Rosie was at home, we invariably had some sort of sex, unless either of us were ill or otherwise indisposed, but we didn't over-indulge, for the most part. It was a very nice and thoroughly enjoyable element of our lives, but it didn't dominate things in the slightest. If Rosie had suddenly decided that it run its course, but that she would still like to live with me, that would've been any sort of problem for me, and I'm sure she would have said the same if the position was reversed. I was hoping that our lifestyle could continued indefinitely, and there was no inkling that it couldn't, up to now.

As for 'society', and its attitudes and restrictions, the law says that Rosie and I are criminals, and we could go to jail of up to two years, while the proverbial 'person in the street' would probably call us perverted, or, at least, weird, but what they don't know won't hurt them, and we certainly have no intention to tell them. As far as the world at large is concerned, we're siblings living at home with our divorced/widowed mother and working in a family business. Anything beyond that is our private business, and if you don't like our perspective, that's just tough!

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Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B