I’m sick and tired of all the hypocrisy surrounding incest in the media. I hate to get up on my high horse about it and let some of my own personal secrets out of the closet, but I feel I just have to. My brother and I have been having sex together for years and we’ve always enjoyed it and suffered no ill effects.

We are from a normal, middle class family and are not degenerate perverts, as so many people believe practitioners of incest must be. Sex with my brother, while kept secret from the rest of the world, including our parents, has given us a lot of happiness and well being. No one is abusing or exploiting each other as in so many other relationships we see around us. We are both very happy and well balanced for the experience.

Our first physical contact came when we were both over 18. We were used to seeing each other in various stages of undress since we came from a family where nudity was very casual and accepted.

One time when our parents were away for a few hours he met me wrapped in a towel as I came out of the shower and he was heading in to take one. Bill playfully grabbed my towel and pulled it off me, as I brushed past him and I did the same to him in retaliation. There we were, standing in the hallway by the bathroom, completely naked, completely alone. I think it was then we first realized our tremendous attraction to each other. I know my breathing was coming harder than it ever had in my life when I saw his cock.

That led to a little innocent grabbing and poking as we stood there, and the next thing I knew we were rolling around on the carpet, tickling one another. I was getting hotter and wetter by the minute and since I had already had sex with one of my boyfriends, I knew what this was leading to.

Bill’s dick was getting hard, I could feel as it brushed against my thighs, and I could tell he was a little more serious about this than he pretended to be.

At one point he finally got me down on my back and pinned me with his knees on my shoulders. He was sitting right on top of my breasts when he put his weight down, and my nipples were hard. I couldn’t help sticking my tongue out and giving his balls a few playful licks so that he’d let me up.

He did, like he was scared at first, and I could see his cock was very hard and throbbing and he was probably scared we’d gone too far.

I didn’t care. All I wanted was to wrap my lips around that cock of his and suck it. It just seemed so right, so natural to do this, as opposed to the times I’d been made to suck my boyfriends, which always seemed forced. Those times we’d be parked or at a drive in movie, and when I sucked them I always felt I was servicing them, giving them relief without getting anything for myself.