Lange Hardon is my 'nom de plume.' I chose it because it is descriptive. To understand this, it is necessary to pronounce Lange with a long, broad 'a' so that it sounds like the 'o' in long, and not like the 'a' in angry or anxious. I hope you enjoy the story.
I am sure that I am not the only man who has been sexually intimate with a sibling. Yet, the encounter I am about to relate may be a variation on the theme that you have not read about before.
Terry (Terrance) and Terrie (Theresa) are twins. They are also my siblings, and three years younger than I.
In July 1969 I returned home for a thirty day leave after having spent three years at a ground to air rocket site outside Baumholder in what was then West Germany. I had enjoyed my time in Germany. The duty was not too demanding, and I had time enough to go into Baumholder and other not too distant villages and towns to sample the German food, beer, wine, and women (not necessarily in that order). Nevertheless, I was glad to get back to New Mexico and get a chili fix before getting involved in visiting relatives whom I knew would want me to tell and retell what army life was like in Germany.
Terry and Terrie met me at the Albuquerque Sun Port; dad had had to work, and they said mom was taking care of last minute details in preparation for having all of the relatives over for dinner that evening.
Good old mom; she knew that I didn't want to spend my entire leave time shuttling from one relative's home to another, and had arranged to get them all together at one place for a party and time to visit.
At that time the drive from Albuquerque to Aztec took nearly three hours on a two lane road that often was unsafe at thirty miles an hour. The road itself wasn't that bad, but you never knew who, or what, you would encounter. Although most of the Navajos were driving pick-ups, there were still a few who rode horse drawn buckboards. It makes a hell of a mess when you run into one of them at 60mph while it is going 5mph or slower.
But to get back to the story; Terry suggested that before we got on the road, it would be a good idea to get something to eat. I had eaten a snack on the plane, but was far from satisfied so his suggestion was one I eagerly accepted. When Terrie asked what kind of food I wanted, I said, "Hon, I don't care what I eat as long as there's chili in or on it."
Terrie giggled and said, "Okay, I know just the place to take you," and then whispered something in Terry's ear. He grinned and nodded yes.
Twenty minutes later we pulled up in front of a 'hole in the wall' café on Rio Grand Blvd. just north of Old Town. That café isn't there any more, but at the time it was in a century old adobe building that had at one time been someone's home. The décor inside was Spanish Colonial. The plastered and whitewashed walls were dingy with too many years of fumes from the cook stove, and candle and cigarette smoke. The place smelled of chili, garlic, and hot grease. There were four tables in the dining room, each with four chairs. Serapes and chili ristras hung on the walls and from the vigas. There was a guitar, a trumpet, and a concertina on a small table in one corner.
As we walked in, we were met by a short, heavyset Mexican woman whose age could have been anywhere between 45 and 75. She smiled and welcomed us in Spanish, took us to one of the tables, and handed us menus.
I don't remember what Terry and Terrie ate, but I had carnitas with rice and frijoles, and corn tortillas. I had almost forgotten how hot Hatch green chili can be, and had been eating bland German cuisine for so long that I almost found my food too hot. Sweat broke out on my forehead, and I had to wipe it with my napkin. The twins grinned like a couple of shit eating dogs, and Terry said, "You did say you wanted chili didn't you."
Okay, I know you want me to get the good part of this story. Be patient. We're getting to it.
After eating, we returned to Terry's pick-up. Terry drove, Terrie sat in the middle, and I next to the passenger side door. The truck was an old one and didn't have seat belts. It was hard sprung and had bad shocks so that as Terry made sharp turns Terrie was often pressed firmly against my left arm pressing me in turn against the door. I was glad it was locked.
Terrie was braless, and here thin cotton blouse did little to keep me from feeling her firm, full 36D breast every time Terry's driving threw her against me, or when she turned to say something to me. Because the truck was so noisy, whenever Terrie wanted to tell me something, she had to lean into me and put her mouth close to my ear.
It didn't take long for these innocent contacts to get to me. I was wearing loose fitting boxer shorts, and as it stiffened, my cock stretched out along my right thigh. My trousers were pulled tight against my leg making the growing bulge obvious to anyone who glanced down at my lap.
A moment later, when Terrie turned to say something to me, I realized that she had seen the long lump in my trousers. The thin material of her blouse did nothing to dampen the sensation of her now very stiff right nipple that pressed firmly against my bare left bicep. If that wasn't enough to let me know she was turned on, she whispered into my ear, "I see something good to eat," and then stuck her tongue in my ear for a second before sucking my earlobe into her mouth and nibbling on it.
That little exchange didn't last long; Terry was sitting right next to us driving. Nevertheless, it lasted long enough for me to know that my little sister was horny enough that she was willing to get it on with me. That realization almost made me cum in my pants.
Terry pulled the pick-up into the driveway at our parents home at 4:45. Dad was standing on the front porch watching for us, and turned to yell into the house that we were home as soon as he heard and saw the truck. Before Terry got the engine shut off, the whole family was streaming out of the house and coming toward us. The others held back a little until mom got to the head of the pack.
As soon as I opened the truck door and stepped out, mom had her arms around my neck and was kissing me. When she finally let go, dad was there to give me a bear hug and shake my hand. Then it was everyone else's turn. Aunts hugged and kissed me Their husbands shook my hand. Girl cousins kissed me; some of them with open mouths and a lot of tongue. Cousin Ramona's kiss was especially hot. I made note of that. Some of the male cousins hugged me; all shook my hand.
After entertaining the neighbors in that manner for a good ten minutes, mom announced that dinner was on the table, and told us to get my bags into my old room, and told everyone to get washed up so that we could eat.
Dinner went well. Of course everyone wanted to hear about what I had seen and done in Germany, and Uncle Carl had to tell about what he saw there at the end of WWII.
I had been to the same village near Saarbrücken that his unit had taken as soon as they crossed from France into Germany and told him I'd show him some pictures that I had taken there.
After eating, we all went into the living room to talk and to have after dinner drinks. Before sitting down, I went to my room and got out my photo album. I knew everyone wanted to see my pictures of Germany, and I had told Uncle Carl that I'd show him what Geislautern looked like twenty-four years after he had been there. He was amazed that there was no evidence of the destruction he had seen when he was there.
Everyone finally left around ten that night. I was tired after having traveled with almost no sleep for more than twenty-four hours so I excused myself and asked if I could take a shower before going to bed.
Mom turned to Terrie and said, "Honey, go get your brother some clean towels and show him how to use the controls on the new shower that we had put in since he was last here."
Terrie grabbed my hand and said, "Come on, Lange; let me get your things and show you the new bathroom."
"Okay, but let's go to my room first so that I can get my bathrobe and my toothbrush."
As soon as we got to my room Terrie was plastered against me, her arms around my neck and her tongue boring into my mouth. "Oh, Lange; it's so good to have you home again."
