“Did you ever tell him how you were feeling?” I asked my daughter.
“Oh,” she said. “I didn’t have to. I was always just looking forward to the next time he would kiss me, or touch me. Even when he was helping me with my homework, he’d give me a little kiss, or touch my face when I asked him a question. He treated me like I was a princess…and I loved the attention.”
“Did you ever think about why your big brother would pay so much attention to his little sister?” I asked my daughter. “I mean, most brothers don’t kiss their sisters unless they have too.”
“No.” My daughter said. “And I never thought about what I was feeling myself. All I know is that it seems like I was always…I don’t know…kind of in love with my brother. I was just happy that he seemed to feel the same way about me–but he wouldn’t come right out and say it.”
“Did that hurt your feelings?” I asked.
“I never thought about it that way…I just thought he was…maybe being shy. We’d always be kissing, or holding hands…until, well, you know…but it always felt like it was a good thing, what we were doing. And I never said, ‘I love you’ to him either…well, until, you know…until I had my first orgasm with him.”
“Did you ever think about the fact that most brothers and sisters don’t have sex together? I asked.
“Mom! She exclaimed. “No! We’re not ‘having sex’ together. I know how the boys at school talk about this stuff, like it’s something dirty that they make girls do. My brother never ‘made me’ do anything, and I never thought about anything like ‘sex.’ We…well we just started…you know…and it’s always been just, I dunno…’loving.’
“Did your brother ask you to do anything, like…well you know, like taking him in your mouth, or anything like that?” I asked.
“Oh Mom!” she cried. “No! It’s never been like that! And I never asked him to do anything. Maybe you think I’m too young to understand, but we just love each other…and we just, well, we just do what feels right at the moment. My brother never forced anything on me…he just loves me.”
“Whose idea was it to, well…I don’t know how to ask this…put his, you know…” My question drifted off…
“You mean to have him put his cock inside my anus?” She asked. “I wanted him there. I’m the one, and I did it because I wanted to feel his whole body holding me while he was loving me. But he’d already told me about cum, and babies, so I thought having him…you know, in my anus, instead of my cunt…and I loved how it felt having him inside me. And I loved how it made me come. And I loved feeling him cum inside me.”
“I’m sorry, I’m asking so many questions, baby.” I said. “But I need to know you’re safe. It’s not every mother who sees her daughter making love with her brother, particularly not with her son’s cock in her daughter’s ass. And when I saw you grinding your cunt into him, and coming yourself…. In most cases, this kind of ‘incest’ is more like…well it’s more like how you hear the boys at school tell it.”
“I love him” she said firmly. “I love my brother, and I don’t know anything about ‘incest.’ All I know is that I love him, and we’re going to get married–he asked me, and I said yes. And it’s not only about how he makes me cum, or how he cums…”