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 Soldiers and Sisters

   It was 1942 and I was in France, serving with the British Armed Forces.
During this period, someone, each day, was either killed or wounded
alongside or near me.  I also feared death but then I was given a leave of
two weeks to go home.  The reason for my leave was that my Mother had
passed away suddenly and it was necessary for my 24 year old sister Rachel,
and me to make all the required arrangements for her funeral.

   Being granted leave for any reason was unheard of during wartime but I
assumed that one of my uncles, influential in politics, pulled a string for
us.  It was nice to be home after months of being with only the guys and
the sparse military living.  After arriving in London I saw the steadily
increasing damage.  For two months, an air battle raged over southern
England.  Eventually the German Air Force, or Luftwaffe, sustained such
unacceptable losses that it withdrew from daylight attacks, and
concentrated on night bombing.

   I took the underground train to the suburb where my sister lived.  When
I emerged from the underground station all was quiet.  People were going
about their business as usual, and if the fight was still going on, it was
elsewhere.  As I walked to my sister's house, I saw a few bombed houses,
but nothing like the damage to inner London.

   On arriving home my sister Rachel met me at the door obviously
distraught at the loss of our Mother.  She was cradling her 5 month old
daughter, my niece, in her arms.  I placed my arms around both of them
whispering words of encouragement to my sister.

   "I am glad the army let you come home for the funeral." said my sister,
"We really missed you.  Mom and I were so happy to get a letter from you
and see how you were doing."

   I asked, "What happened to Mom?  She seemed to be in good health when I
left."

   "She seemed to be in good health but on Sunday afternoon, I found her on
the kitchen floor.  Doctor said it was her heart that stopped"

   When we were inside my sister placed her daughter, Julia in the crib
turned to me and said "Come and give your big sister a real cuddle" I
placed my arms around her and pulled her to me.

   Let me describe my sister, she is not drop dead beautiful as is
described in many stories.  She is short, about 5 feet 1 inch tall,
pleasantly plump, and attractive.  Her breasts are not overly big and I am
sure that without a bra and following the birth of Julia would sag. 
Despite all of this she is my Sister and I love her dearly.

   Despite never really being attracted to my sister I could feel my penis
starting to erect and I am sure that she felt it also.  Perhaps it was the
war that was making me behave abnormally.

   Afterwards we talked most of the day and caught up on all the news of
our friends whom I had not seen since I enlisted at the outbreak of
hostilities in September 1939.  Food, cigarettes, tires and gasoline were
being rationed and what I used to take for granted was now scarce. 
Rachel's husband, Renaldo, was absent from home.  H was a Pilot in the
Royal Air Force and had been seconded to the Royal Australian Air Force as
a Training Officer where he was instructing Australian pilots on the
vagaries of the Spitfire Aircraft.  Unfortunately he could not be released
to return home to attend his Mother-in-Laws funeral.

   During the day Rachel breastfed Julia on a few occasions but was very
coy about showing her breasts.  She would undo her blouse and maternity bra
placing her nipple in Julia's mouth and pulling her blouse around her
breast so that nothing could be seen.

   In the evening I went to my old room at the rear of the house where my
bed was already made up.  It had been a long couple of days and I
immediately fell asleep in my old bed.

   /\/\

   I woke up the next morning, dressed in my uniform, and joined my sister.
We drove to the funeral home.  I got to spend some time thinking about my
mother as I sat next to her casket.  The funeral home had done a very good
job and she looked happy surrounded by baskets of flowers.  Due to war very
few friends and relatives arrived to join us.  Our pastor came in for a
small speech and then we walked to the churchyard nearby where my mother
was buried.  It was sad for us and I could see that it was real hard on my
sister.  I put my arm around her shoulder as we walked back to where our
car was parked.  It was a very long and silent ride back home.

   We drove home and my uncle and his wife were already there waiting for
us.  They were going to fix dinner for us so that we could relax the rest
of the day.  Faith had changed into a blouse and slacks.  She was going to
help in the kitchen but our aunt told her to relax and wait for dinner. 
The family sat down for a chicken dinner and later my father thanked our
aunt for using her sugar and coffee rations when dessert was served.  It
was starting to get late when our relatives left and we went to our beds.

   Our home was a typical older dwelling, one kitchen, sitting room, three
bedrooms and a detached bathroom/laundry out the back.  I heard Rachel
leave the house heading for the bathroom and a short time later heard the
shower start.  Having not had a woman for nearly 2 years I lay there
thinking of my naked sister showering.  I suddenly had the urge to spy on
Rachel and I crept out of the house and moved towards the bathroom.

   The window to the laundry/bathroom was opened about 1 inch and bending
down I could look directly into the shower.  Looking in I saw my sister
washing and spending what seemed to me to be too long massaging her
breasts. Her hands moved down and she started to move her hands up and down
her genital area.  Her eyes were closed and it was obvious that she was on
the verge of an orgasm.  Of course, by now I had a massive erection and I
started to masturbate to the visions of my sister.

   Rachel's fingers started to move in and out of her pussy, suddenly she
started to moan "Renaldo" her husbands name, "Fuck my cunt, fuck it hard
I'm going to cum" She started to convulse and was completely oblivious to
anything else except her pleasure.  Of course by now I was on the verge of
my own orgasm and with a groan I shot my load all over the laundry wall.

   Quickly I wiped myself with my handkerchief and returned to my bedroom.
A few minutes later Rachel came inside and went straight to her room.  I
lay in bed thinking of the events of the past day before dropping off to
sleep.

   /\/\

   It was the next night that something weirder happened.  About 2 am I
awoke to the sound of sirens just at the bottom of the street.  It was a
night raid.  None of the places where I had been stationed had been subject
to air raids, so I was curious to see what developed.  I put on my dressing
gown and went down stairs and opening the front door, stood in what was
called "The Porch." This was part of the main structure of the house, and
served as shelter for anyone who called when it was raining.

   I was not sure what to expect.  Rachel had said the bombers usually
passed over without dropping any bombs, on their way to more industrial
targets and the port facilities along the Thames.  If bombs were dropped on
their suburb, it was probably from an aircraft that had lost its way and
was jettisoning its load.

   Suddenly one of the searchlights picked up a bomber in its beam.  Within
seconds, a dozen other searchlights had zeroed in on the victim.  Another
few seconds and all hell broke loose.  Every ant-aircraft gun within range
opened up on this target, producing what was called, "A box barrage." The
noise was deafening, and I could see the flash of shells as they exploded
round the bomber.

   The guns went silent again and the drone of aircraft diminished into the
distance.  At first, and by contrast with what had just been happening,
everything seemed deathly quiet.  Then I heard pings and cracks and bangs.
It was the shrapnel from the shells expended in the assault on the bomber
returning to earth.  For several minutes, it fell like rain, each metallic
particle capable of killing or seriously injuring, if it struck flesh.

   I decided that the excitement was over, at least for the time being, and
so made my way upstairs to bed.

   As I got to the top of the stairs I heard Rachel's voice calling out,
"Jack, Jack." I went to her bedroom door, opened it and stuck my head
round. "What is it, darling?" I asked.  "Jack, I'm so frightened," she
quavered.  I entered the room a little and saw Rachel apparently huddled
into a fetal position under the bedclothes.  Julia was sleeping in her crib
peacefully.

   "It's all right, darling," I said.  "I think its over for a while."
Resorting to that English cure for all aches, pains, tragedies and fears, I
asked, "Shall I make a cup of tea?" "Yes please," she whispered.

   I went to the kitchen and made the brew, then carried two steaming cups
upstairs.  I entered her room, handed her a cup, and sat on the edge of the
bed.

   As Rachel drank the tea, she seemed to relax, and began to talk.  "I do
get so scared at all that noise.  I think it's partly because I'm alone so
much.  It is much worse when there's no one sharing it with you.  If I
could just hold on to Renaldo I'm sure I would not be so frightened."

   As we spoke the sound of aircraft engines approached.  "Another wave
coming in," I said.

   "Yes," she whispered hoarsely.  I could see the tension growing in her.
"Hold my hand," she pleaded.  I took her hand and felt it shaking in my
grasp.  By the faint light, I could see tears glistening on my sisters'
cheek.

   Anti-Aircraft fire began again, but in a desultory manner.  It seemed
they had no visible target this time.  The local battery opened up, and
Rachel almost flung herself against me, burying her face against my chest.
I put my arms round her and held her tight.

   The noise of aircraft and gunfire faded into the distance.  They had
passed over without dropping bombs, heading for fatter marks.  I went to
rise in order to leave Rachel, but she clung on to me pleading, "Stay with
me tonight, Jack, please, please stay with me."

   I was not sure how to respond to this plea.  I hesitated, knowing I
should go, but Rachel moved the edge of the bed covers aside as if to admit
me, and said again, "Please." I got in beside her.

   She lay facing me, holding my hand.  I had turned the light on when we
drank our tea, and it had remained on when I got into the bed.  Rachel lay
with eyes closed, and I thought she was asleep.

   I moved away from her to avoid contact as my cock had started get hard
again.  Soon I began to doze vaguely hearing the bombs exploding probably
about 5 miles away.  I awoke to the whimpers of Julia wanting to be fed.  I
lay there pretending sleep as Rachel brought Julia into the bed.

   Rachel pulled the nightdress she was wearing off one shoulder to allow
Julia to suckle, as she found this most awkward, and thinking I was asleep
she pulled the entire top of her nightdress down leaving her breasts
exposed.  I was laying on the right side of Rachel and Julia was suckling
on the left.  Peeping through semi closed eyes I could see Rachel's right
tit just inches from my mouth.

   This was too much for me and I moved and took the nipple of the right
breast into my mouth.  I thought that Rachel would push me away but she
placed her hand behind my head and pulled me to her.  "Suck me Jack, please
suck your sister's tit' Suddenly I felt a gush of warm liquid and I was
aware that I was sucking and drinking my sister's milk.  I found the taste
not unpleasant and continued to suck for about 5 minutes when no further
liquid was coming out.

   I continued sucking for a few minutes until Rachel pulled away and got
out of bed to place Julia in the crib as she had dozed off during the
feeding.  As she turned to return to the bed Rachel's nightdress fell to
the floor and she stepped out of it and came to the bed naked.  It being a
cold night she cuddled up to me her naked body causing my semi erect cock
to get even harder.

   "Jack" she whispered, "I haven't had a man for such a long time, could
we pretend for tonight that we are not brother and sister but lovers.  With
all this bombing going on this may be the last fuck that I will ever have"

   I was surprised and aroused by the language that my sister used and I
turned to face her in the bed my now stiff eight inch cock pressing into
her belly.  I felt her reach down and grasp my cock in her hands gently
rubbing it up and down.

   "If you keep doing that" I said "I will cum and you wont get that fuck
that you want so badly until I recuperate" Rachel moved down in the bed
until her face was at cock level.  She opened her mouth and I felt rather
than saw my cock disappearing into that warm open place.  She moved her
naked body into the kneeling position and without breaking the rhythm moved
one leg until she had her knees on either side of my head.  "Suck me, suck
my cunt" Rachel said.  Because of the blackout I could only dimly see the
outline of her cunt in the light shed by the candle, however, raising my
head I could feel the hairy opening of Rachel's Cunt.  I reached up and
opened her vaginal lips and I started to kiss and push my tongue into her
vagina using it as though it was my cock.  I pulled back and took her
clitoris into my mouth and gave a strong suck.  I drove my tongue farther
inside her delicious pussy, pausing to suck and kiss the tender pink folds
and hard little clit.  She bucked her hips against my mouth.  Moisture
inundated my lips, letting me know that her body was more than ready to
receive me now.  I flicked her little clit with my tongue, she gasped.

   She held my face against her crotch, burying my nose in her curly little
bush.  She quivered as my tongue lapped up and down the length of her
furrow.  Her pussy clenched and contracted as an orgasm gripped her; it
milked my tongue as if it were a penis.

   Rachel jumped in ecstasy nearly causing a nasty injury to my cock. 
Gently pushing her off my cock I maneuvered her until she was laying on her
back.

   I moved on top of her in the classic missionary position moving my cock
to the opening of her cunt.  She was well lubricated and I felt my cock
start to enter her.  After I had entered about six inches I felt some
resistance to my entry.  "Jack" Rachel said "you are fully in my vagina and
your cock is pressing against my cervix, I think if you take it gently you
can push your way directly into my womb"

   I pushed and felt the elasticity of Rachel's cervix start to give and I
felt my cock moving into her womb.  I thought I heard Rachel gasp "Oh"
something but I was too immersed in enjoying my own good feelings.  Then I
begin to pump my cock in and out of my sister's pussy and Rachel began to
moan in pleasure as I began to pump faster.  "Harder Jack, fuck me hard
Jack this is so goooooood"

   The movement of my cock into Rachel's cunt was causing air to enter and
every push I gave caused little cunt farts.  "Fuck me Jack, fuck me, I'm
coming" Rachel moaned.  "Oh my God, Ohhhhhhhhhhh myyyyy God eeeeeeeee
ahhhhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuuuuuuck that is gooooooooooooood"

   This demonstration of Rachel's orgasm sent me over the edge and I shot a
good load of my jism directly into Rachel's receptive womb.  We lay
together in each others arms until my cock went soft and dropped out of
Rachel's cunt and as the bombing had stopped we fell asleep.

   It is a strange thing, but many people have reported that in times of
life threatening danger, they have wanted to make love.  I would have
thought that the opposite reaction would have prevailed and perhaps it
often does, but not for everyone.

   /\/\

   The next thing I knew the sun was shining through my bedroom window and
my sister was shaking my shoulder.  I awoke to Julia goo gaaring in her
crib.  "I have to feed Julia" Rachel said getting out of bed and getting
Julia out of her crib.  Still naked from our night games Rachel returned to
the bed sitting up and placing Julia on her breast.

   I reached across and started to rub Rachel's bare thighs, ever so gently
moving up her thighs towards her cunt.  Rachel moved and opened her legs to
give me greater access to her now swollen clitoris.  She lay in the bed
with her head thrown back and her eyes closed, suddenly her hips started to
rise and fall as though she was being fucked.  "Jack I'm cumming" she said
"fuck my cunt with your fingers"

   As she started to orgasm I moved down and took her Clitoris in my mouth
sucking and moving my tongue over her distended organ.  She placed Julia on
the bed as she started to thrash around lost in the throes of her orgasm.
Her moaning was almost unintelligible but sounded like "fucking shit that
is sooooo goooooood" After about thirty seconds she pushed me away pulling
herself into the foetal position her own hands pushing on her clitoris
crying "No more, no more, my cunt is too sensitive"

   Rachel lay there for about 5 minutes and then picked Julia up and placed
her back in the crib.

   "Let's go and have a shower and survey any damage" Rachel said.  We went
from the cellar back into the house and looked around and fortunately apart
from a few small cracks in the plasterwork there was no other bomb damage.

   That evening and because of the blackout conditions we decided to go
retire to Rachel's double bed.  Without a word, I leaned in without her
moving away, touching her cheek with my hand and guided her mouth to mine.
Our trembling lips, reaching.  This time I felt her lips lightly, and I
pressed her lower lip between mine.  I felt her mouth open, pressed in with
my warm tongue.  We let our tongues touch.  Tip to tip.  Soft.  Slow. 
Electric.  I turned to her and we pressed ourselves close, folding our
bodies slowly molding into one another.  Kissing.

   With her tongue in my mouth, Rachel felt under my dressing gown and
started to stroke my penis.

   When we broke from the kiss she said, "There's something special I want
you to do for me, you won't mind, will you?"

   I had no idea what the "something special" might be, but I think at that
stage I would have agreed to anything sexual with her.

   "No, I won't mind," I said.

   "Then take off the dressing gown and lie on your back, darling, and I'll
show you."

   We both stood and I took off my dressing gown while she removed hers. 
Now I could see her properly, and I think my penis managed to reach its
maximum height.

   Her breasts were now exposed to me.  More perky than large, they stood
up firmly and with light brown aureoles and tipped with pink nipples, and I
could see a little V of pubic hair at her groin.

   Urged by sister I lay on the bed and she put a cushion under my head. 
Leaning over me she brushed one of her nipples against my mouth saying, "Go
ahead, Jack," she said softly.  "Drink me, taste my milk."

   Yes, I did undoubtedly want to suck her there, and drew the nipple into
my mouth and commenced doing so.  I felt mother take hold on my hand and
place it over her other breast and then press my fingers over it.  Despite
it's firmness it was warm and yielding to my touch.

   Someone once told me that a woman's breast milk is bitter and nasty but
I thought my sister's milk was incredibly good.  I began to suck with a
greedy need, savoring the rich taste of her milk on my tongue.

   "Lovely darling...lovely...enjoy me..." After a while mother transferred
my sucking to the other nipple, "In case it gets jealous," she said.

   Soon, I heard tiny gasps of delight coming from her as I feasted on her
sweet, sexy tit.  Both of her hands held my head, her long fingers combing
through my hair as she watched me suck her nipple.  I had both of her heavy
tits in my hands and I began to alternate between them.  I was like a kid
in a candy store as I greedily sucked my sister's breast milk from both of
her lovely, soft tits.

   After a while Rachel drew back, and then sat astride me.  My penis was
between her legs and she started to make sliding movements along it.  I
recognized it as what I had felt the night before, and I expected that at
any moment she would slip me inside her, but not so.

   Rachel smiled down at me and said, "I'm going to rub myself over you and
mark you so that you're mine from now on, and then she began to work her
genitals over my body, leaving a wet trail as she did so.

   Her heavy breasts swayed as she leaned over me, her hard nipples
centered in her crimson areolae.  She moved further up my legs until the
thick pubic hairs of her pussy were touching my hard cock.  She leaned over
and then moved her lips to my ear.

   "Make love to me, Jack.  Please!"

   Her words were urgent, her breath hot in my ear.  I felt her move closer
and the heat from her excited pussy on my throbbing hardon was almost more
than I could bear.  I placed my hands under her butt and lifted her up
until she was poised over my cock.  She looked into my eyes and began to
lower herself, both of us gasping in unison as I penetrated her hot little
cunt and sank deeper into its warm wetness.

   For a moment, we remained still, my cock buried to the hilt in her; her
eyes closed and her tongue moving across her slightly parted lips.  I could
feel her surrender.  She was so hot and hungry.

   Eventually she began to move, slowly at first; a gentle rocking motion
that worked her hard clit against my pelvic bone.  She grasped her breasts,
tugging on her nipples and moaning softly.  I watched her, amazed by her
intense sexuality that I never thought she possessed.  She started moving
faster, and then began to raise up and down, my hard cock thrusting again
and again into her depths.  I started to rock my hips in time to her
movements, thrusting upward as she pushed down.  Every few pumps, she would
pause and resume the rocking motion, then return to the pumping thrusts
with even more vigor.

   I watched as her arousal grew more intense by the second.  Her chest was
flushed a deep red and her hair flew as her movements increased, sometimes
completely obscuring her face.  She gasped, grunted and moaned as her
arousal increased.  She was fucking me harder; faster, until I knew he
wasn't going to be able to hold off.

   "Ra...Rachel, I . . ." I moaned, feeling my balls constrict.

   "Yesss . . ." she hissed, opening her eyes and leaning down, her hands
bracing on the hay by my head.  She began to move even faster, as if her
single purpose in life was to make me cum.  Her jaw was set and her eyes
burned with lust.  "Give it to me," she gasped.  "Give it to me . . ."

   Her words were the final straw.  I felt my cum boiling as my orgasm
began.  I thrust upward, burying my cock to the hilt inside her hot little
pussy.  With a loud groan, I expelled my hot seed deep inside her womb, her
tight pussy milking it from deep in my balls.

   For the next two weeks we sucked and fucked in every position you could
imagine until it was time for me to return to my Unit as my leave was over
and I had to return to France.  Before I left Rachel and I lay naked in
each others arms pledging our deep love for each other.

   About four months later I received a letter from which started off "I
have some bad news and some good news".  The bad news it appeared was that
Ron, Rachel's Husband, had met a woman in Australia and was not coming back
to here after the war.  The good news was that she was about four months
pregnant with our child.  Of course I was rapt at this news and after the
war was over I returned to London to see my 3 year old daughter/niece.

   I am now 78 years old and Unfortunately my sister died two years ago and
I have moved in with my 59 year old daughter / niece and my granddaughter
where I am sure my needs will be taken care of for the rest of my days.