Relations with Relations - A True Incest Blog

[This post is about my first day of sex with my younger sister Ruthie and how it happened.  For background information on Ruthie, you make want to read these three posts:  http://mybigmaturetits.tumblr.com/post/179193463941/my-sister-ruthie-will-be-at-the-live-qa-tonight, http://mybigmaturetits.tumblr.com/post/177750756601/regarding-my-sisters , and  http://mybigmaturetits.tumblr.com/post/177687818061/my-biggest-sexual-secret-part-1-my-body-in-my.  This post will make more sense to you if you’ve read the three posts I just listed.  Soon after this post, I will write about the Seduction of My Nephew Ricky.]

(A Virtual 3D image of Ruthie [left] and I.  She's much taller at 5'11" while I'm 5'4".  She wears a G cup bra while I'm now an M cup.)

My younger sister by 14 months Ruthie and I first had sex on a brilliantly sunny late Monday morning in mid April of this year (2018).  We had both been going through a rough time - me with taking care of my son Jake who, in his late 40′s, has ALS and Ruthie in the buildup toward her pending divorce schedule for 3 weeks after that Monday morning.  Jake had left early that morning to go spend a few weeks with his biological father (my ex) and Ruthie, who lives about 2 hours north of me in South Georgia, suggested she spend a few days with me as maybe it would cheer the two of us some.  I was more than happy to have her come down as I was feeling very sad about Jake.

Ruthie and I had only gotten close again around the holidays of last year.  Ruthie was always a very angry person because of how our father treated us.  She chased her first three husbands away with her anger but began to try to make things better in her fourth marriage only to have husband #4 run all over her.  She moved out on him and into an apartment and was trying to make ends meet just on her social security check.  She had turned to me for encouragement during her fourth divorce.  We had gone from barely talking for 40+ years to being good friends in the previous 4 months.  Still, I had kept my sex life secret from her so she knew nothing of my porn career or my incestual relations.

Ruthie’s son Ricky - in his late 30′s - moved in with her.  Ricky had made what I think is one of the biggest life mistakes someone can make: he had divorced his wife then, insanely, remarried her only to divorce again two years later.  Those two divorces cost him everything he owned but he had a decent job for an IT company that allowed him to work from home.  He helped Ruthie pay her bills.

When Ruthie arrived that Monday around 9:30 I immediately saw a difference in her.  Ruthie was always very conservative in her dress and style, her hair stuck in a time bubble of the early 60′s.  Even in the heat of the summer, she usually wore long boring slacks and drab loose blouses that gave no hint of her wonderful curves.  Hiding her sexuality for most of her life, she was the epitome of an old maid.  But not that Monday!  Her hair was colored to a beautiful gray and was cut in a modern do.  She wore tight-legged jeans, heels, and a curve-hugging short-sleeved sweater with no bra.  Showing those curves with stylish hair and her statuesque nearly 6 foot tall frame, she was quite startling!  (Of course, I never dress conservatively so I had my usual casual style of a short skirt and a tight top - no bra of course.)

Once my three little dogs calmed down from welcoming her, Ruthie and I sat on the couch in the living room with coffee and shortbread.  We at first chatted about simple things in life.  She noted all the upgrades we had put into the house and our new cars, saying Daniel must be doing very well.  I didn’t tell her, not yet, that Daniel’s salary and consultant fees paid the bills; my porn income bought life’s upgrades.  She had really only gotten to know Daniel during the previous holidays and she said I was very lucky to have him (oh, if she only knew!) and that she had a major crush on him.  We laughed a bit at that.  And I told her how hot and fantastic she looked and congratulated her on the change.

Eventually, though, we had to get to the hard part so we could maybe start enjoying our 4 days together. So I talked about Jake and cried on her shoulder.  She talked about throwing so much of her life away without love and how so much of it was her fault - and she cried on my shoulder.  And, of course, we had to talk about Dad - the man whose hateful influence marked so much of our lives; mine with rebellion and hers with anger.

With the talk of the pain and the past over we decided it was time to let that bit go for now and enjoy ourselves.  I was almost ready to tell her about my porn life when she beat me to what was on her mind. . .

[And now to the sexy heart of this story. . .]

Before I could start telling her my secret stories, she took my hands and said: “Marti, can you teach me to me like you?”  I looked at her quizzically and she continued.  “I am a complete failure with men.  Ever since you were in high school you’ve had men trailing after you like puppy dogs - and you still do from what I can tell.  And here I am, four husbands down.  Marti . . .” she continued as she squeezed my hands, “I haven’t had sex in 4 years!”

That got my attention.  “Four years!” I exclaimed.  “Ruthie, that’s awful!”

“I didn’t want it with my soon to be ex,” Ruthie continued, “and he didn’t want it with me.  The only sex I’ve had is with my fingers and my two toys!”  With that she laughed.  “God, I bet you and Daniel do it daily. . .”

“I guess you can say that,” I started to explain.

“That’s what I thought,” she said.  “I think I might have had it with men.  Don’t laugh when I say this, but maybe it isn’t men I should be with!  I mean, I’ve started looking at ladies on the internet, you know, naked ladies, and I find I am fascinated by some of them, especially the ones with really big boobs.”  She glanced at my chest and kept her eyes there for a bit.  “I think it’s great that Michelle came out and is happy now.  Maybe that’s for me and I don’t even know it?  And before you ask: no, I have never been with a woman and wouldn’t know what to do if I was!”

I sighed, about to burst with my on story, but Ruthie wasn’t finished.  “There is something going on that’s kinda close to sex but isn’t that I need to tell someone about, but it’s gotta be kept a complete secret - especially from our sister.”  [That would be Maggie, the youngest of the three sisters.]  “It stared a couple of months ago.  Marti - I think I need some wine to keep up the nerve to tell you this . . .”  I got up and brought us both back a glass of sauvignon blanc.  “Promise me you won’t me ashamed of me,” she said.  I put my hands on her thigh in a trusting manner so she continued.  “One Saturday morning a couple months ago, I was in the shower when I heard Ricky call out to me.  I called back that I was in the shower and can it wait until I was out.  He called back from closer than the first time that, sure, it was OK, so didn’t think anything of it and started washing my hair.  I got a little soap in my eye and when I wiped it away and caught a movement out of the corner of my sight: it was Ricky going into my closet.  So I thought, OK, he’s looking for something though I couldn’t guess what it my closet.  Anyway, it seemed out of place that he should walk into my bathroom and then in my closet when I - his mother - was taking a shower in a glass-walled stall where he could see me.  I almost said something to him about not coming in when I was in the shower and that I would help him find whatever it was when I got out and got dressed.

“But I didn’t say anything, though I did turn my back and kinda moved over to where the half wall on that side of the stall hid my butt and legs.  I expected him to leave but when he hadn’t after a minute or two I covered my breasts with my arms and turned to face the closet, pretending my eyes were closed as I rinsed the back of my hair but actually keeping my eyes just barely open.  At first I didn’t see anything unusual and thought he had left until I saw a little glint of light.  I let the water continue to rinse the back of my head and shoulders and kept my barely opened eyes on the closet.  Again I caught a little sliver of light in between the partially opened closet door and the door hinges.  That light was the bathroom light glinting off Ricky’s cell phone: he was in the closet watching me shower - and filming it to boot!

“I quickly turned back around and pretended to rinse the front of my hair and face, putting that marble wall between Ricky and I so that he could only see the top of my back, shoulders, neck and head. 

“God, Marti, I didn’t know what to do.  My instinct was to call him out, but I didn’t want to embarrass him or make him angry.  As I fought with myself over what to do, my body made the decision for me.  Again, please don’t be ashamed of me, but, Marti, a felt a warmth not from the shower run down the inside of both my thighs.  It had been four years after all!  Even as my brain told me not to, that this was my son and I shouldn’t do such a thing, even so, I stepped from behind the wall so he could see my entire backside.  I was actually trembling thinking about my son “secretly” staring at my ass and legs.  I could feel my heart racing and the warm juices from my pussy rolling down my thighs.

“I soaped up the bath sponge and gave my ass a slow cleaning making sure at one point that I dropped the sponge.  I intentionally spread my legs and bit and bent over to pick it up only to massage the top of my foot for a minute or two, my broad ass high in the air and with my legs spread I had no doubt he could see my big pussy lips hanging down and maybe even my big clit!”

Oh my God, I was getting so horny listening to Ruthie’s story.  I could feel my nipples growing and hardening and I saw she was looking at them.  I arched my back just a little to push my tits out; by her smile she noticed.  I could see her nipples hardening, too.

“I guess I never told you about my pussy,” she said not taking her eyes off my chest.  “I do have really big pussy lips - labia, is that what they call it?  And my clit is about this long,” she added measuring out about half of her index finger.  “And really sensitive.

“Anyway, after washing my ass, I slowly and, I hope, seductively turned to face him but covering my nipples in a way that I hoped looked natural, still pretending I had no idea he was hiding and watching.  Now my pussy faced him and he had to be able to see what was between my legs since my hair down there is trimmed short in kind of a triangle.  Finally, and very slowly, I raised my hands to run them through my air.  Ricky could now see all of me.

“I caressed my breast for minute or two the grabbed the razor.  Even though my arm pits didn’t need shaving, I turned to one side and raised my left arm giving him a full side view of my lift breast.  I slowly shaved it the turned the other way and shaved under my right arm, again giving him a full side view of my right breast.  I took the bath sponge, added more bath soap to it, then bathed my boobs until they were all lathered up.  I took a long time handling my breasts as I faced my body toward him.  I imagined him behind the closet door with a big hard on, maybe even stroking himself as he watched.  I rinsed my boobs then played with them some more, pulling on my nipples until the were very hard.”  She looked at my chest with my hard nipples then at her chest with her hard nipples.  “Mine don’t get as long as yours look like they are now, but mine are pretty big around.”  She smiled down at her chest as if reliving the day in the shower.

“God, Marti, I was so hot playing with my boobs knowing he was watching that I even moaned a little.  I picked up one of my big boobs - they’re G cups, you know, but not near as big as yours - and licked its nipple then sucked it for a minute or two.  I then did the same to the other one.

“There’s a little seat in my shower and I put my leg up on it and slowly washed my leg running my hands from my ankle to the inside of my thigh until I touched my labia.”

“You always had the best legs,” I added wanting to be a part of this story.

“And you always had the biggest boobs,” she said.  “And guys like boobs way more than legs.  So anyway, I then sat on the little bench and spread my legs wide.  I washed around my privates, then got a crazy resolve.  Taking the razor, I decided to fully shave down there - I had never done that before.  But I did, very slowly.  I have to admit that when I was done I was quite happy with the way I looked down there.  And I wanted to make sure Ricky saw it.  Sitting on the bench I spread my legs as far apart as I could.  I reached down and pulled my lips out and up and enjoyed the new shaven view of the insides of my labia turning from the light beige on the outside to link pink as it got closer to my pussy then to light red before meeting the red of my cunt.  I thought of Ricky watching this and I almost burst.  I leaned back, took my long clit between two fingers and masturbated.  Now I’m a screamer when I cum so I had to put my arm in my mouth when I finished so the screams were low and muffled.

“I didn’t want the shower to end but I didn’t want to be too obvious and, besides, the hot water was running out.  I stood up, turned away from Ricky and began rinsing myself for the last time.  That was when he took the chance and left leaving a noise I wouldn’t have heard otherwise but did when I expected it.

“After drying off, I wrapped my towel around me and went to find Ricky, not to say anything about knowing he watched me but just to see him because he had watched me.  I found him in the kitchen making sandwiches for us.  I asked him what he was wanting me for when I first got in the shower and he just said ‘I found it.’  Normally, I would have gone and changed before eating lunch, but not that day.  I stayed in the kitchen and ate with him, my towel still wrapped around me.  I’m sure he was thinking about what he had just seen and the pleasure he was going to have watching it over and over from the video.  I was thinking about what I had just done and how I hoped it would happen again.  And it has, quite a few times since then.”

“So there it is, Marti.  I don’t think it is incest because we’re not touching, right? But do you think it is wrong?”

I was breathing heavy just from her story.  “It’s only wrong if you believe it is wrong,”  I said.  “But, damn Ruthie, it sure was hot!”

“I can tell you think so,” she said looking at my nipples straining the already stretched fabric of my top.

I smiled at her.  “Now let me tell you my story,” I said.  “Then you’ll know why my nipples are so hard and my pussy is so wet right now. . .”