I recently was told this story by some friends. While I have fictionalized certain parts of the story and changed names and occupations, etc., this story is essentially true. I also changed certain facts to make it acceptable under Literotica's submission policy.
It is a brother-sister incest love story and if that is not what you are looking for don't read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old.
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SOUTH BEACH 2006
I'd met Geoff and Melanie Snider some eight or nine years ago. The fall of 1997 I think. They'd come into my photography studio with their two young daughters wanting some family pictures on a sunny, humid Miami Beach October day. They looked like a nice family.
The parents had looked about twenty-eight to thirty, around my age, although I remember thinking at the time that the wife might have been a year or two older. The little girls, just ten and nine, were adorable; giggling in the matching, bright yellow, summer dresses their mom had bought them.
But it was Melanie who got most of my attention that day. Even after two children she wasn't far removed from the hot, young models who continuously came through my doors. In fact, she had a motherly ripeness, a voluptuousness that easily eclipsed most of them.
It turned out later she wasn't interested in posing professionally for me. Nor apparently sleeping with me! Or so she said then.
We had a good session; I knew I'd produced some good work, that they'd be pleased. It's always easier shooting people you like.
It turned out we were South Beach neighbors, and over the next few months we would casually run into each other and wave hello and exchange a few words at the local coffee shop or at the newsstand or walking on Lincoln Road.
But it was only when I ran into the whole family tanning naked on Haulover Beach one day that we stopped being acquaintances and became friends. When you first meet someone you know from the real world on a nude beach, you either hope they didn't recognize you and turn away quickly, or you sit down and talk.
I sat. We talked. It just took us seconds to get over the nudity and find out we liked each other. It was easy for Geoff and I – we both had large cocks. There were none of those insecurity issues that often arise between different sized men on a nude beach.
We were both confident in our respective sexuality. I still wanted to fuck Mrs. Snider but I felt that way about a lot of women...
We became good pals and then as the years passed became the best of friends. The girls even started to call me Uncle Jimmy...
But even friends in South Florida don't exchange all their secrets. It's a universe where what you did 'Before Florida' is seldom talked about. Even after eight years as best friends of the Sniders, I didn't know much more about them than that they came from New England, fell in love, made some money in the market, didn't really have any family left, came to Florida for the weather...
It's a story that you hear a hundred times a year in South Florida...yeah, you always know something's being glossed over, that somewhere there's some dark secret in their past but...fuck, I was in the same boat myself.
And so two months ago I found myself sitting with Geoff and Melanie in their family room, the three of us sipping beer after a late BBQ dinner on their patio. It had become a Friday night ritual that we'd grown into, and which moved from their place to mine on a rotating basis.
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"Do you want to hear a story?" Geoff asked as I sipped my beer.
Looking up I quickly answered, "Sure," but couldn't help but notice how nervous he and Melanie seemed as they watched me from the couch. I was sitting on the floor resting against a fat pillow, just relaxing as I took in Mel's long legs.
He didn't say anything for a while, in fact seemed to be gathering all his strength...
"It can't be that bad," I said grinning.
"Its just that...we've never told anyone," he stammered, "you could...I mean"
"He means you might think us terrible, might hate us," Mel quickly interjected.
"What do ya mean, I love you guys," I protested as I looked deep into her eyes, then his, trying to convey my friendship. She slipped from the couch and embraced me, gave me a quick kiss, then lay against me as we both turned to Geoff.
Still, for seconds he hesitated, then finally mumbled, "Mel's my sister."
I thought I'd heard wrong at first, said "WHAT? Your sister? Who is?"
"He's my little brother," Melanie said.
JESUS H CHRIST, I thought.
"Can we tell you the story?" he asked, a pleading tone in his voice.
Who could refuse that offer! I pushed back deep into my pillow, hugged my beautiful friend...Geoff started to talk...
Geoff's Story
"I was born in 1968, just outside Nashua, New Hampshire," he started. "Mel, my big sister was four...
My dad worked for the state police. He was fifty-seven when I was born, mom forty. I'd been a surprise to them, a welcome surprise from what dad told me later.
Apparently my sister was ecstatic when mom brought me through the door. Mel latched onto me like I was a long awaited doll and never really let me go.
Ma died when I was five, taken by a breast cancer that just roared through her body, destroying her in months. I don't remember her much now, all I have is old photos of a pretty woman, someone who looks pretty much like Mel does today.
Mel became my friend...my mom...my love...simply everything.
I asked her to marry me for the first time when I was seven.
"You're too young for me Geoffie," she giggled that day.
"I'll be older soon," I promised.
"I'll wait then," she agreed laughing.
I seemed to ask her every six months after that; a young boys need, my lack of a mother, requiring constant love from the only woman in my life.
It became a game between us. She often let me sleep in her bed when I was young. Even when I was ten or eleven she'd let me snuggle next to her on cold winter evenings, she'd tell me stories until I fell asleep in her arms.
I had not the slightest sexual feeling for her in those days, didn't even know such feelings existed.
And then, the summer after I turned fourteen she left to go to university and my universe crumbled.
Oh, on the outside it probably looked like I had the world by the balls. I was pretty good looking and did well in school, and then when I showed I could play football my sophomore year...well, it seemed I had it made.
It helped I'd grown a big cock. It was weird, in my sophomore year it just started to grow, and grew, and grew...I quickly got a sort of small town fame, by the end of my junior year just about everyone knew I had about the biggest prick in the school.
It helps! Even as a junior I'd have senior cheerleaders come up to me and let me know they wouldn't mind going out with me. Why not? I was a horny seventeen year old.
But it was always Mel's face I'd see when I was dancing with a pretty girl, it was always Mel in my dreams...I missed her so much.
I only saw Mel fleetingly in those years. Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, some time in the summer, although the last two years she was in college she'd worked summers in the city and so Dad and I didn't see her much.
But when she was home I was walking on air, always still in love with the girl who seemed to get prettier and more desirable with each passing year.
And then the phone call!
June 1986
She was suddenly getting married to someone else! Except it wasn't that sudden. We'd heard increasingly more about Bernard over the last two years, even had to endure a week of him the summer before as well as a few days between Christmas and New Years.
