The Inevitable Barrier Ch. 01: Discovery

Greeting our parents was something that I looked forward to with relish, every time I knew I was heading to their place. Pressing my whole body against Mum was just as much of a thrill as it was hugging Dad. There had never been any shame with us. We were all used to the closeness. It was what kept us ticking along. Mum never flinched when my erection was trapped between our bodies. I never flinched when Dad's erection pressed against mine. Shezz never flinched when she hugged Dad. We always kissed open mouthed, sometimes with tongue, other times a long, leisurely lip lock. Dad knew how to kiss me & I was forever moaning into his mouth, when Mum & Shezz kissed me, it was totally different. Dad told me that only a man can know how a bloke feels, just as much as only a woman can know how a woman feels. I hafta agree on that score.

We were taught to appreciate our bodies, worship them, treat them kind.

We did, to a point, I mean, Mum, Dad, Shezz & I all smoke dope, but that's been the limit of our indiscretions in that sense. Whenever we went to Mum & Dad's, it was always sans clothing, getting stoned & just relaxing with one another. Because of their frequent displays of lovemaking, they were able to show us the finer points in the Art of Love. They were majestic to watch.

As teens, we discovered masturbation, we continued to shower together, sleep together.

There were no barriers between any of us.

Mum & Dad encouraged us to explore anything our minds came up with. We learnt all about STD's, pregnancy, BDSM, transgenderism, rape, practically the whole gambit of the negative side of sex. Mum got Shezz on the 'pill' pretty quick & we lost our virginity to each other the day after Boxing Day of the same year we both turned eighteen.

Shezz pounced on me from midnight, she'd been climbing the walls for eleven months after she turned eighteen, she wanted to wait until I turned eighteen. I kinda felt I cheated her out of something, by her having to wait that long. Mum & Dad were there that night too, they reiterated that there was nothing to feel guilty about. It was Shezz's choice to wait for me.

Over the years since, she always reassured me that there was no issue. Before that night, we'd explored most aspects of sex to the point that we respected the act itself as being a wonderful journey of Love exchange, by the time we were ready to pop our cherries, we knew how to pleasure one another. And we did. I've never had better sex since. We had almost three years of glorious nude, naked fun, living at home with our sexy parents. Then we got married.

My wife, my sister & only one other woman, are the only women I've sunk the soss into. Des, me & one other bloke, were the only men Cheryl had bumped uglys with. We never slept with anyone in high school. We went on a few dates here & there. Was rewarded with a pash every so often. The girls use to tease the fuck out of us young blokes. They were ruthless & most of them were relentless. We always had blue balls.

The 'other' bloke & woman is another story, for another time.

Through what my family taught me, I wanted my wife to be the only woman to make Love to. Whoever she may have ended up being. I wanted to find a woman that shared the same enthusiasm & zest for Life as my sister. I knew they were out there.

My sister shared the identical scope of looking for a bloke that was her equal.

As it turned out Ang, initially, became that woman, but, she totally missed the email about the bit on equality in a relationship.

My sister met Des around about the same time. Both Shezz & I got married in the same year.

Des was a corporate take-over merchant, a pathetic imitation of Richard Gere's character in 'Pretty Woman'. Des spent a lot of time in Singapore, Hong Kong, The Philippines & Dubai. He was rarely home for longer than three weeks at any one stretch, at one point, he was gone for almost fifteenth months. In that stretch, he missed his two kids eighteenth birthdays, Shezz's birthday & Christmas. He was in Vegas on his own birthday. Alone, or so he said.

Apparently he missed the same message my wife missed.

Needless to say, Shezz & I were able to maintain our stable, healthy sibling relationship.

It was the only thing that kept us both sane.

To us, we had perfection, in each other. As much as we were both married to other people, we felt that it was ok to flirt outrageously with each other like crazy, whenever we got the chance to be naked with each other, we jumped at it. We never crossed the line, however. We made a pact that we'd keep our hands to ourselves for as long as we were both married.

We bitched & moaned about our respective spouses to each other. We compared, swapped, trashed all sexual information we had about our spouses. That was a lotta fun, I gotta say. We'd both end up in fits of giggles, tears streaming down our faces as we picked shit at the pathetic displays of affection our respective spouses endured us with. We'd often parody our respective spouses with ridiculous fervor. After our kids were born, both Shezz & I noticed the various changes in our respective spouses. It was uncanny how closely related the circumstances & behavior of our respective spouses were. In fact, it was rather phenomenal how close so many different facets of our respective spouses were. When I met Ang & when Shezz met Des, Shezz & I had a meal together on our own. We said tearful goodbyes. We knew that it was the best thing for us to put our relationship in a different space. We wanted to please our respective partners to our fullest extent. It was our little thing, for my sister & me to both want what was best for the both of us. We understood that it was a small sacrifice to walk our different paths. We cooled off our flirting, we acknowledge the sexual tension with stifled frustration. We turned our focus onto our spouses, were were happy for each other.

Once the kids came along, that perspective we had for our spouses, slowly dissipated.

Shezz & I slowly returned to our Love.

Three years ago:

As much as things had kicked up a notch between Shezz & I, we both latched onto a significant underlying current that always seemed to be just out of our reach. Because we knew each other extremely well, we usually felt when the other was dragging through a funk. Whenever either one of us needed the other, the other always rang before we had a chance to ring each other. It was strange, yet totally normal to feel my sister across those distances. As much as we knew twins shared a deeper bond than most brothers & sisters, Shezz & I had our own little special connection.

There was one little thing we use to be able to get away with on a regular basis. After the sex dried up in both our marriages & because of what we shared before we got married, we leaned heavily on each for stimulation on all fronts. I mean, there were times when I stayed at my sisters house just so she had some company when Dopey was off flitting all over the place.

Because Ang was always in her den, Shezz & I used to retreat out onto the back deck, I had it setup that Shezz & I were hidden from the back doors, but rigged to let us know when we had to behave ourselves. For easy access, she usually wore mid thigh high dresses or skirts.

When the coast is clear, she unzips my fly (I'm commando), flips my cock out, lifts the hem of her skirt/dress, then slots Nobby through the leg of her undies, then we'd dance slow. Shezz then grinds the top of her muff & her clit against my knob. Eventually, I crack a fat & blow inside her undies, she swears she cums really hard when we do that. The strain in her face tells me she's not lying, there's no way anyone can control their entire face whilst in the throes of orgasm. We'd tremble against each other for about five minutes before we sat down. For the next five minutes after we'd sat down, Shezz ground her muff into the seat. She reckons it's the most insane sensation of having my cum all over the front of her mound, inside her undies.

It was because of the lack of marital stimulation, I suggested to Shezz one night, when were Skyping, that we hook into Literotica & read stories to each other.

Her marital stimulation was just as non-existent as mine, she agreed in a heartbeat, so we'd get naked in our bedrooms, get stoned, read horny stories to each other, listen to each other tossing our lollies. I'll admit right here, that maybe we were blurring the lines of the matrimonial sacrosanct a little, but, fuck me, the shit we learnt from our parents, combined with the shit we learnt when we got out into the big wide World, crossed so many peripheral boundaries, most of the time, we ignored the protocol. We were in Love with each other, that's all I can say really. We understood that we were gunna hafta give each other up, once we found that someone we wanted to start our own family with.

As it travelled, we ended up marrying people that found it in their infinite wisdom, to seek stimulation outside of the sanctity of marriage. Which was fine with Shezz & me.

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"Face the fact, darling Bro, we've only got each other now. Des is off to Dubai in the morning. He'll be there til Easter, then it's Hong Kong for three months, Brisbane via Melbourne for four days then off to Jakarta for six months, a stopover in Singapore for a month, then back to Dubai for twelve months. He's hoping to get a day home between Singapore & Dubai, but, I'm not holding my breath. You, my Darling Baby Bro, is my stim-you-lay-shon for the next twelve months or so. You UP for that, Hmm Big Boy?" her voice mesmerizing.

I gazed back at my lovely sister, "Like you hafta ask!" I said gently.

She continued to gaze up at me. There was not one portion of her glorious body that was unfamiliar to my touch, taste, smell, sight, hearing, feel.

"We've managed to survive this far, Chee, through our own marriages, we've still got each other to fall back on, ya know." I said. She looked at me. Then she took a sip of her drink.

"That's just it, ya know, I stop feeling alone & empty when I'm around you. When I'm aware that I'm coming to see you, I make sure that I'm looking good for you. I love the way you look at me. Mum has the same process with Dad. When we go shopping, she's always asking me how this looks or how that feels, it's always something for Dad to admire. She adores the way he looks at her. Both you & Dad look at us the same way. It drives me wild the way your eyes look at me, my wingle starts to tingle, my nipples get hard, this flow of energy pumps through me. It's like you're pouring your Love into me. I can cum just looking at you." She said quietly.

I was watching her mouth as she spoke. I love my sister's mouth. Her lips are always soft. I love kissing her. I also adore watching her eat. Every mouthful of food is an erotic experience for me. Before we left home, we used to feed each other food, I used to be able to crack a fat & toss my lollies without touching myself.

Whenever we went out for dinner, I got into the habit of wearing a condom on the head of my donk. The fuzz of that memory caused another needle thin zap that tagged the back of my scrote.

I glance quickly around towards the back door, unzipped my fly, extracted my donk, just let him hang there in the warm night air. The bubbly was working it's magic, I had half a mongrel.

Shezz moaned a low, throaty sound the moment her eyes spotted my bare flesh.

"You have a beautiful cock, Jack," she breathed. She never took her eyes of him. Within a minute, I was at full hardness, my knob pointing almost straight up. Shezz move her feet to put them both on the ground in front of her. With her left hand she slowly raised the hem of her dress, I held my breath. When her muff came into view, I groaned. My cock twitched.

She was hairless tonight. "You have a gorgeous muff, Chee." I licked my lips.

"I love watching you crack a fat. That has gotta be one of my favourite things that gets me going. I never get tired of watching it happen." She was looking into my eyes.

"Well, you showing me your muff like that, always gets me going." I replied. She lifted her right foot, put it on the couch cushion next to her. This separated her thighs & partially opened her flaps. In the moonlight, her bald muff glistened. "You're sopping wet," I observed.

We remained there, like that, for a while. Looking into each others eyes, gazing at each others genitals, complimenting each other.

"I need a piss," She blurted. She put her glass down on the deck table, stood up & walked over to the edge of the lawn. She took three steps onto the grass, turned to face me, squatted, lifted the hem of her dress, separated her knees wide, then emptied her bladder. The hiss of her piss reverberated through me like there was a locomotive train engine passing right behind me.

She placed her right hand on the grass behind her, leaned way back & tilted her head back until her chin was pointed to the sky.

The muscles in her upper thighs trembled, the tops of my thighs trembled. Her stream of piss got longer, splashed on the concrete at the edge of the lawn. She groaned loudly, "I'm cumming!"

I had moved to the edge of the lawn. I squatted. I leaned forward slightly so that my donk was almost horizontal to the ground. Shezz finished pissing. Tilted her head back into its normal position, her bum hit the grass. Her eyelids were closed, the strain in her arms, her neck & the the rest of her body that was visible, told me she was cumming hard. I continued to watch her, I was almost at the point of no return. My breathing was harsh in my ears.

The thunder in my skull was like Skippy dancing at a trance festival. I put both hands on my knees. My right foot touched hers, she opened her eyes, my whole body lurched & spasmed as the first marble of semen blasted out the end of my cock. Everything was tingling loudly.

I groaned, "I'm cumming!"

I felt every thump-spurt in my toes, even my teeth were vibrating. After half a dozen spasms, my body began to relax, I was as taught as a trampoline. I opened my eyes to see my sister gazing at my dripping cock.

"That was fucking amazing," She murmured.

I had dropped to my knees onto the grass, my bum resting on my heels, my arms wobbly. "You're still hard," She whispered.

It was then that the pain in my bladder seeped through my post-orgasmic bliss & thundered into my skull. Automatically, the valve at the base of my cock, snapped open, piss erupted from the end of my donk. It felt like I was pissing fire. The first splosh connected with my chin. I tilted my head back & groaned loudly as my stream shot out of my body.

"Ohh, fuck!" Shezz blurted.

I felt the muscles in my anal passage gag, my neck muscles stretched to their capacity. I pissed for more than a minute. My whole body shuddering. It took me a solid two minutes to return to normal functioning, my pulse was somewhere north of eighty, I felt every thump of blood & oxygen leave my heart, then I felt the vibration in my finger tips, as well as the tips of my toes. The end of my donk, fizzing. I finally opened my eyes.

Shezz look giddy, her eyes blazing with lust, pure, untamed, wanton. Shit.

Through the fuzz, I recognized that look. It had been a long time since I'd seen that look in her eyes. I shivered. Millions of nerves exploded all over my skin. A shudder thundered out of the base of my skull where my neck connects, that shudder started behind my scrote.

Uh, oh. I knew that sensation. I last time I felt that, was before I met Ang.

I shook it off, now was not the time to be debating this with myself. I'd just had one of the most amazing sexual experiences with my sister, an experience that rivaled the occasions when we were together before we got married, I only wanted to hang onto the pleasure a little while longer, before I totally succumbed.

The thing that was fucking with me, was that my wife, the mother of my two kids, was inside my house, this very moment, totally oblivious to the scene out here on the back lawn.

By the same token, I had no idea what was going on in my own home, at the time I was busy out in the back yard.

The Present:

As I was about to walk off, I looked up. I felt something brush against my right arm.

I looked to my right, my sister, Shezz, stood beside me.

I smiled at her, she smiled back at me. The spike at the back of my scrote jolted through me.

She hooked her left arm around my right elbow. "We need to celebrate, Jack. We're free now."

She said. The reality was taking it's own sweet time to sink in. We really were 'free' now.

I turned around to look back the front of the courthouse. I spotted my ex-wife.

She looked an absolute mess. The blokes standing next her, on either side of her, made my skin crawl. Her lawyer, on her left, was a dumpy, crafty eyed, little turd. He had a reputation for being a slimy operator in the courtroom. The bloke had absolutely no scruples whatsoever.

He said something to Ang, then departed, heading back into the courthouse.

I called him Rumple-chins, he had five of them.

I then focused on the lump of shit standing next to her. Black suit, bold red tie, fatigue emblazoned across his face. He was the reason I was standing here. I stood there looking at him, willing him to look at me. Finally he did. I was ten metres away from him, two seconds away.

I watched him visibly shudder. I stared right through him. Ang looked at me, then at him. She grabbed his right arm, led him away from the courthouse in the opposite direction of me.

I flinched to move, I wanted to punch him in the face. I felt Shezz's hand on my arm, gripping me gently. "Let it go Baby Bro, he's nothing to us now. Neither is she." She said quietly.

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That night on my back lawn, with Shezz, once we'd finished & had composed ourselves, we finished off the bottle of bubbly. She whizzed on the grass again before we went back inside, standing up, bending her knees slightly, holding the front of her dress up passed her absent pube line. I got a fabulous view of everything. When I opened the sliding door, I banged the empty bottle against the door frame. Almost dropped the bloody thing, "Fuck!" I yelped.

Shezz had slipped passed me & was heading along the hallway back into the kitchen. Des was nowhere to be found when I went into the lounge-room. Shezz went to the bathroom, I headed to the front door, I opened it, looked out to see Shezz's car still there. I closed the door, headed back to the kitchen. The den door opened, Des appeared, closely followed by my wife. They were in deep discussion about something. I heard him say, "That's about the best you can hope for, I'm afraid, unless of course, you allow for the grammatical impact. Then it's just a case of letting the words flow." his voice no longer slurred.

Ang was leaning against the door frame of the den, totally encapsulated by what Des was saying. Her nipples clearly visible through her windcheater. Through my haze, I missed the connection completely. I'd never seen her look that way at me. I was in the kitchen when my sister returned from the bathroom. I nodded in the direction of the den door. She spotted her husband & my wife. "HB." I whispered to her.

My sister & I had had developed our own little set of signals for indicating different aspects of Life that we encountered as we grew up. Our parents instructed us in the art of keeping our taboo behavior away from the public eye. What we added to that protocol was our way of letting each other know how the other was feeling. For example, I might say to Shezz, 'SRD', with which the reply was, 'VWM'. SRD = semi rigid donk, VWM = very wet muff.

Shezz knew what 'HB' meant & immediately looked at my wife's chest, then she looked hard at me. I just raised my eyebrows in a silent question. My sister frowned.