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Anything Goes
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Straight Male / 70
My Sister And I Have Always Been Close, Very VERY Close
My mother was a war bride. We were all born in Iowa and grew up in the fifties and sixties. As kids we were close and were each other's company. Being number six and seven I was very close with my younger sister. By 'very' I mean VERY close. We learned together about boys and girls. Being the boy I had my role, and my sister had hers. In those days the boys were boys and girls were girls. She wore the panties and it was my role to get them off.
She slept in the room with our other sisters. I slept in the attic room with the other boys. If we needed to use the bathroom we had to get down to the 2nd floor and hope one of the girls wasn't in there. With so many in the house there were no hiding places, no where to go. Unless you used your imagination. And being young and horny I used my imagination and lured my sister to my hideout.
It was a good hideout as far as hideouts go. It was across the pond where the city built a culvert. An old piece of engineering with overgrowth, a great place to go if you wanted to pull down a pair of panties. I'd fixed it up with an old mattress, made a room out of it, the front covered by underbrush, the rain ran down and away from the cement 'roof', the extension over the culvert. In the depression it had been a place where the hobos hid out. My father had shown it to me one day.
I took my sister out there, got her panties down, kissed her sweet bush, laid her back on the old mattress and took my already hard pecker and my sister became my wife that afternoon. It was quick as she had chores and needed to get back to the kitchen. I relived that afternoon laying up there in the attic with my pecker in my hand. My sister was the best wife a boy could have, she did my laundry, took an extra moment to serve another spoonful of mashed potatoes.
When the time came for us to leave home I took her with me even though she was just 17. She was the best wife ever. When I later met Eileen and we got married in the church my sister moved with us. She was always single and needed a place to live, and being her older brother it fell on me to take care of her. She became an elementary teacher. Eileen turned her nose up, but my sister was help with the house and the children. And if from time to time my sister and I found time to be very VERY close Eileen looked the other way.
She slept in the room with our other sisters. I slept in the attic room with the other boys. If we needed to use the bathroom we had to get down to the 2nd floor and hope one of the girls wasn't in there. With so many in the house there were no hiding places, no where to go. Unless you used your imagination. And being young and horny I used my imagination and lured my sister to my hideout.
It was a good hideout as far as hideouts go. It was across the pond where the city built a culvert. An old piece of engineering with overgrowth, a great place to go if you wanted to pull down a pair of panties. I'd fixed it up with an old mattress, made a room out of it, the front covered by underbrush, the rain ran down and away from the cement 'roof', the extension over the culvert. In the depression it had been a place where the hobos hid out. My father had shown it to me one day.
I took my sister out there, got her panties down, kissed her sweet bush, laid her back on the old mattress and took my already hard pecker and my sister became my wife that afternoon. It was quick as she had chores and needed to get back to the kitchen. I relived that afternoon laying up there in the attic with my pecker in my hand. My sister was the best wife a boy could have, she did my laundry, took an extra moment to serve another spoonful of mashed potatoes.
When the time came for us to leave home I took her with me even though she was just 17. She was the best wife ever. When I later met Eileen and we got married in the church my sister moved with us. She was always single and needed a place to live, and being her older brother it fell on me to take care of her. She became an elementary teacher. Eileen turned her nose up, but my sister was help with the house and the children. And if from time to time my sister and I found time to be very VERY close Eileen looked the other way.
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