Marcus went away to boot camp for basic training to be followed with six months of active duty. I decided to take some time off and just chase girls.I...returned home to Brooklyn and pretty much made a pest of myself living in my parent’s walkup apartment. They expected me to seek employment, which I did not. I spent most of the days sleeping and nights in the Village in Manhattan. With a phony ID, I was able to hit most of the clubs. It was there that I first settled my curiosity regarding. The damp sand felt cool and soothing on our bare soles as the ocean waves lapped across the tops of our feet. We proceeded to walk hand in hand past the crowd sunbathing on the surf. We knew where we wanted to go. About fifteen minutes later, we had walked well past the end jetties and found our relatively secluded spot that we held so dear. We set up the little belongings we brought and turned on the transistor radio. Debbie and I sat there in the sand just holding hands for some time barely. Steph told me later that it was called incest. For a few years we were just like any other siblings. We had squabbles and fights. We played games together and had fun. There was no more sex play together.Of course, my genie was out of the bottle. In my bed or in the tub alone, I loved to play with myself. I was way too young to even approach orgasm, of course. All I knew was that it felt good and it was forbidden for some reason.My parents liked to go out alone once in a while. My family didn't. ”His face was close to mine, and his thin but muscular chest rose and fell on mine. I cold smell the sweet smell of minty gum from his mouth. Up close I could see his braces, all the brackets in place over his pure white porcelain teeth. Then I felt his hand slide up under my Notre Dame t shirt, as he raised himself up on his elbow. It swept expertly up to my left nipple, where it slowly and gently circled the aureole. It sent a tingle down my spine, a tingle that settled in my rectum..