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The poor states, Arkansas, Mississippi, and my own West Virginia, get a bad rap for being nothing but uneducated hillbillies who fuck their sisters and cousins. Well let me tell you something, it’s true. Well, in the extremely rural parts, yeah, you’ll find it like that with some families. Mind you, it’s not rampant, but it’s certainly more prevalent than elsewhere. It’s not as bad nowadays; after all, there are fewer and fewer rural areas, even in West By God Virginia. And it’s that isolation that leads to such misdeeds – well, misdeeds in the eyes of God and most societies.
But to me and Jennifer, well, it seemed natural. How could something that felt so good, emotionally and physically, be wrong? My name is Jonathan James Jackson. If I lived in the city, I’d probably have the nickname “Three J” or something like that, but everybody back home just calls me Jimmy. I grew up in a tiny town – is there really any other kind in West Virginia? – called Birds Creek, about 25 minutes from Morgantown. Well, I reckon Charleston, Morgantown, Wheeling, Clarksburg and the Eastern Panhandle are now bustling areas, but other than that, the makeup of this state is just that – tiny towns. It’s that way now and it was that way when I was growing up back in the 1960s.
I went back recently; hadn’t been “home” in more than 20 years after dad died. Though I had only seen him once or twice prior to that after I had moved out. That son-of-a-bitch. Things would’ve been different had mom lived; I’m sure of it. Mom had passed when we were just kids. Jennifer doesn’t remember her much, being just 4 when she passed. Even my memories are fading, though I was 6 ½ when she died. The old house was still standing, somehow, though nobody lived in it. When I pulled up on the dirt road coming down the gently rolling hill, a million memories washed over me at once: Playing in the yard, milking the cows in the now-fallen barn, firing off the shotgun with dad when he was teaching me how to hunt.
There was one memory – well, Jennifer and I had many together – but it was the first time we made love that always sticks with me, for obvious reasons. It was the summer of 1964 and we had each finished our chores – mine helping dad in the field and hers in the house. Dad always let me go in the late afternoon, while he worked til after sunset. He instilled a great work ethic in me, but he never wanted me to hate this life by being overworked as a teen. So, I bounded down the hill to the house, stopping to pet a horse along the way. Dad had let me stop working a bit earlier than usual today; it was one of the hottest days of the year, being late August and all. He said he’d probably knock off early, too.
I walked in the house and headed upstairs to get a shower, the first thing I always did when I quit working. I opened the bathroom door only to find my naked sister standing there, pulling a towel off the shelf to dry herself off. I stood frozen, half a word stuck in my throat – probably shit – with my mouth gaped wide open. I had never seen a naked woman before and I couldn’t peel my eyes away.
I think the look on my face and my reaction had an effect on Jennifer, who initially stood frozen, but finally – calmly – wrapped the towel around her and walked past me with a smile on her face. I stood there, stupefied, just flashing ataşehir escort back to her beautiful body. Her long, black hair was still wet, her breasts – God her breasts – were, I can’t describe it; probably because I had never seen any before. She was an angel.
That night at supper I kept looking down like a scolded child, trying not to make eye contact with her. Dad didn’t seem to notice; probably because he never noticed much anyway, working himself to death everyday and coming home dog tired. There was the usual small talk, dad mentioning what we needed to get done the next day, Jennifer asking what we wanted for supper. I finished as quickly as I could and got up to put my plate in the sink. I walked out of the kitchen past her chair, looking down briefly at her – the first time I looked at her since it happened – and saw that same smile on her face. It wasn’t a cocky smile, nor was it a full-blown happy-face smile. It was just kind of a “thank you” smile, the kind you get when someone pays you a flattering compliment. I didn’t notice that time, but she did in fact have a tint of red on her cheeks when she walked out of the bathroom earlier.
I had to get her off my mind, so I got into bed and picked up the book I was reading. It was always my escape, diving into a good book could always whisk you away from your current life, no matter where you were. This time, it didn’t work. Every few paragraphs, her body flashed in front of me. I began to stroke my cock through my PJs; I was erect in no time. Mind you, I was a healthy young man who masturbated quite a bit, but never had I been given so much material with which to work. Usually, I’d be envisioning one of the girls I went to school with, but even then, I had seen them only full clothed. Heck, I had never even had a girlfriend, so I had never known a woman’s touch.
I was engrossed in my session when I heard a light knock at the door. I put my cock away. “C-c-ome in,” I stuttered. The door opened slowly; It was Jennifer. I got a lump in my throat as if I had never seen her before and there was some goddess of a woman suddenly in my room. My sister and I, prior to that afternoon, did indeed talk all the time. One has to be their sibling’s best friend when they’re the only one you see virtually all summer and every night. We had always been able to talk, and talk we did – about everything. But nothing like what was about to transpire. Now I was terrified to speak to her, the one person in this world I had always felt comfortable with.
“Jimmy,” she said softly, barely above a whisper. “Can we talk?”
“Sure,” I managed to say as I sat up in bed. She walked over after getting my reply and sat beside me on the bed. “What’s on your mind?”
“Jimmy, it’s about what happened earlier, I …”
I cut her off: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
With that, she cut me off. “Don’t’ apologize. I just wanted to say it made me feel good.”
“Huh?” was all I was able to reply with.
“The way you looked at me; it made me feel good. Nobody has ever looked at me like that before. Well, that’s not true. One person has.”
“Uhh, you’re welcome. I guess?”
There was an awkward silence before she asked “Jimmy, have you ever kissed a girl?”
I looked down, avcılar escort as if ashamed. “No.”
Suddenly, I looked up. “Have you ever kissed a boy?”
“Yeah,” she said, looking down.
Then she looked back up and our eyes locked. Neither of us could take our eyes off the other and a silent moment seemed like an eternity she leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. I kissed her back, though not exactly in the expert manner she had me. After a few seconds, I felt her tongue in my mouth. Mind you, at this point in my life, I had never heard about French kissing. She climbed on top of me without missing a beat, our mouths remained locked I embraced her body.
After a couple minutes of making out with her on top, she sat up, her ass easing back on my once-again rigid cock. Before I could ask “what are we doing?” she said “Jimmy, I need you” as she raked her finger nails across my bare chest. She was grinding her bottom on my cock as she did this, perhaps waiting for a reply from me. None was forthcoming, but I guess the look in my eyes was enough for her as she pulled off her top and tossed it aside. Her breasts fell free; they were magnificent. I didn’t know it at the time, but she was a solid C cup, perfect for her 5-5, 130-pound frame.
Before I could admire them, she was back kissing me. As we wrangled around, a million thoughts raced through my head, but the one that stood out more clearly than any other was “she’s done this before.”
It didn’t matter to me; all the better to learn from someone with experience. After a few more minutes of groping and making out, she slid off me. I was too much a novice and too scared to move anyway, so I just laid there and awaited what was next. She stood next to the bed and pulled off her PJs and underwear. I was mesmerized. I stared at her pussy and finally made my way up to her face where I again encountered that same smile.
In a flash, she was back on the bed, pulling down my PJs. My cock sprung free; I wasn’t huge in that department, but it was enough. After she tossed my PJs to the floor, she again straddled me, all with fluid movements as if she’d done this before, and eased herself onto my cock.
“Ohhhhhh, Jimmy,” she moaned as she sank all the way onto my cock.
I was still speechless, however, despite this new, thrilling sensation. I was holding onto her hips and she started riding me, her hands on my chest. I finally stammered “this is amazing” but I don’t think she heard me. She was lost in her own world, her eyes only half open, her mouth open and her bottom lip quivering. After a few minutes, during which time I had moved my hands up to paw at her breasts, she began to make noises, her lip flapping with her mouth still wide open.
Then she came; Jesus did she come. I could feel her juices flowing between my thighs and down to my balls. When she came, the noise, well, I thought it would wake the dead. “Jimmy, unnngh, god, Jimmy. Oh god” she panted as she collapsed onto my chest. I just held her there, breathing heavy myself. After a couple minutes, she sat back up, my cock still hard inside her. Our eyes locked and we both were thinking the same thing: “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” – “I guess you can tell I’ve done this before, huh?” Those avrupa yakası escort were the questions we both wanted to ask, but neither did. Instead, she began riding my cock again, this time she came down to me and kissed me while fucking me.
“Jimmy, you feel soooo good. Your prick is amazing.” I wasn’t doing jack shit, but if she was enjoying it, then I figured just go with the flow. That wouldn’t be possible, though. She was intent on showing me other ways to pleasure her, starting with twisting, pulling and sucking on her nipples. She came again in no time, though no wave of juices accompanied this orgasm. She then said it was my turn and she started riding me hard and fast and talking dirty to boot. I was almost too stunned by the language coming out of her mouth to be aroused by it, but after a minute it began to take hold on me and I could feel my climax coming.
“You like fucking your slut sister? Huh, huh? You wanna make me pregnant then fuck your own daughter? Huh? Your cock is mine, anytime I want it. Got that? We’re going to do this anytime I want. You like this pussy? Huh? How does it feel Jimmy? Give me your baby. Give it to me.”
And with that I shot my load deep inside her, groaning the entire time. I knew I’d never masturbate again as long as I had Jennifer. After I had come, we both caught our breath before she rolled off of me and into my arms.
“Jennifer,” I asked quietly, but seriously. I only called her Jennifer when I was serious. “What came over you?”
I turned to look at her and she was crying, not sobbing, but a few tears had formed in her eyes. I rolled over and hugged her.
“Jennie, what is it sweetie? I’m here for you.”
“That bastard, God I hate him.”
“What are you talking about? What bastard?”
She looked at me, eyes still red, but with no more tears. Her faced had changed from that of sadness to one of rage. “How do you think I knew how to do this stuff?” she said through clenched teeth. “Our daddy and I have been doing this for three years now.”
I was flabbergasted. I didn’t know what to say, only muttering half a “what?”
Then she hugged me again and started crying. After regaining her composure, she told me that she and dad didn’t do this – making love – but it was basically him raping her. She went along willingly, of course, after he smacked her around a few times. Now I knew why she said “she needed me.” It wasn’t just to have normal sex, it was to have someone to hold her, feel comfortable with. Who else other than the one person she was always comfortable with.
After explaining everything, I was furious. Then she caught me off guard. “Jimmy, I want your baby so bad,” she said, looking deeply into my eyes.
Before she could continue, I asked her why. “I want you to get me pregnant so we can run off together and start our own family. You’re the only person I’ve ever loved in any way whatsoever. Jimmy, don’t you see? I can’t go on living here like this.”
I pondered what had just been presented to me. “Jennie, are you sure?”
“More than anything,” she said. I just nodded and smiled – that same smile she had given me earlier. I kissed her forehead and hugged her. That was 30 years ago. My sister and I now have 3 kids of our own, though we live far away from where it all started. We had to leave; after all, we didn’t want people to think we’re related! So off we went, eventually to Minnesota, a state that doesn’t have that incest stigma attached to it.
Ultimately, my feelings for my father will always be mixed. What he did to her was cruel, but had he not done it, Jennie and I would never ended up together like this.
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