“I let him lie there and went into the bathroom to clean up. I was a bit sweaty, and my hands were covered with cum. As I was sitting on the toilet, about to pee, Barney walked in. I asked him if he was all right, and he said he was fine, that he’d never felt anything like that before. Then he asked if he could watch me masturbate or even help. I told him no. He looked disappointed but surprised me with his next question. He asked how girls peed with no penis. I explained that it came out of a small hole just above the vagina, and he asked if he could at least watch me pee and see where it came out. I told him okay and had him sit in front of the toilet. He put his chin right down on the seat, and I spread my legs wide and held my pussy lips apart so he would have a good view. At first, only a few drops dripped out, and Barney leaned closer, mouth wide open. I couldn’t resist. I leaned back, and my brother leaned in even closer. I shot a stream of golden piss right into his open mouth. He fell back, gasping in surprise, and swallowed my pee. After I stopped laughing, I asked him if he was all right. He said I couldn’t do that again if I tried, and I replied that I could if he was stupid enough to get into the same position.”
Don started the car, chuckling at Colleen’s story. The bridge was finally going back down. “What happened after that, or was that the end?” he asked.
“Nothing else happened,” she said. “He got back into the same position, and I tried to squirt piss into his mouth again, but I hit him on the chin instead. It splattered all over him, and he had to take a shower to clean up. While he took his shower, I went to my room and got dressed for dinner.”
“Is that the only time you and your brother ever did it?”
“Well, Barney wanted to again, but it wasn’t that exciting for me, and besides, there was never another good opportunity,” she said. “By the way, how often have you and your sister gotten it on, and how did you get interested in sibling sex?”
Don drove across the intracoastal and got into the right lane. “I don’t have a sister. I’m an only child, but to answer your question would take a lot of time. Let’s just say that my two best friends when I was growing up were Jimmy and his twin sister Jamie.”
“Come on, I told you,” Colleen urged. “It’s only fair if you tell me. How about over our Irish Whiskey?”
“Okay,” Don replied, stopping for the red light.
“Can you tell me how you talked to so many people? I doubt that many would tell you what I did. I doubt that I would have if I hadn’t drunk three pints of ale.”
“When I was in college, I minored in psychology and was able to get the question on some of our standard forms for sibling relationships and sex studies and a couple of other studies,” he explained. “The questions asked if the subject had ever engaged in any sexual activity with a sibling and then listed several types of activities, the top one being intercourse and the bottom one being both parties nude and showing each other their genitals. We also asked the number of times or the frequency of such activity and the ages of the participants over the period it took place. Other information included the ages and sex of siblings. For my research project, I eliminated all encounters that took place when both parties were over seventeen or under ten.” The light changed to green, and Don turned right onto A1A.
“So what were the results of your research?” Colleen asked inquisitively.
“You’re really interested?” Don questioned.
“Yes!”
“Well, at first the percentage was fairly low, less than six percent, and I had already eliminated all surveys in which there was no sibling of the opposite sex,” he said. “But when I eliminated subjects whose siblings were all more than four years younger or older, the percentage jumped to seventeen percent. The problem was that it stayed pretty much at seventeen percent regardless of whether the cut was four years or one year. That didn’t seem to make any sense, and I also expected the number to be a lot higher.”
“How many subjects are we talking about here, Don?”
“Over three thousand. The research took place over five semesters,” he replied. “I wanted all incoming freshmen to have to fill out the survey form, but the department didn’t think they could require that. They were afraid the administration would be concerned about invasion of privacy, so all the participants had to be volunteers. There were lots of other questions on the survey, of course. That survey provided data for some fifteen different projects over the three years I was involved. The breakthrough came when another student doing a different study noticed that in large families, with more than four kids, there was almost no sexual activity among the siblings. When I eliminated large families, the percentage jumped up to thirty-two percent, and then the age difference also changed. When only one year separated the siblings, almost half had at least one sexual encounter with their sibling. We also found that the smaller the family, the more likely the siblings were to engage in sexual activity more than once. Only a small percentage had engaged in intercourse, and less than two percent engaged in intercourse regularly, but I was surprised that over twenty-five percent engaged in mutual masturbation at least three times.”
Don turned into the Holiday Inn Beach Motel parking lot, pulled into a space, and got out of the car. He went around the car and held the door for Colleen. “Enough information. I really don’t remember too much more.”
“That was really interesting,” she said as she accepted his hand to help her out of his car. They walked into the front lobby and down the hall by the elevator to the back of the building and turned right. About halfway down the hall, Colleen stopped and unlocked the door. Don followed her into her room.
Colleen went to the bathroom to get glasses while Don looked out the sliding glass doors at the moonlit ocean. After a couple of minutes, Colleen returned with two glasses about half full of Irish whiskey. “Here’s to a marvelous evening,” she said. “Please sit, and you promised to tell me about your twin friends.”
“To beautiful strangers who share their good whiskey,” he replied.
They clinked glasses and each took a sip of the excellent whiskey.
