The Isis and Osiris Chronicles 01

19A The Isis and Osiris Chronicles 01 - Gretl and Hans

Editors notes - All characters are fictional. All persons participating in sexual activity are at least eighteen.

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Gretl

My name is Gretl and this is my brother, and partner, Hans.

When I say partner, yes, I mean sexual partner as well. We are fortunate. We live in the Netherlands, and it is one of seven countries in western Europe which do not criminalize incest. We are both churchgoing and that is still at the don't-ask-don't-tell stage. Maybe someday, as it happened with same-sex marriage.

We read the brother-sister stories on this site partly to enhance our own sex life. However, we have also been intrigued by other's sharing their stories. One couple, Paul and Mel, were particularly intriguing because Mel is a healthcare worker and Paul is an electrician, so their careers are similar to our own. The background of their love story is very different from ours. We did not suffer any hardships, before or after we began having sex together and it became public knowledge.

We have several friends we have known since grade school and some we even went to university with who are likewise in brother-sister partnerships. We meet for dinners sometimes. It is good to have friends who really understand your feelings. We are encouraging all of them and everyone else who reads this to share their story. So we will not be writing the next chapter of this series. Or any others, unless some of the readers have questions or comments for us to respond to. Otherwise, we will leave the writing to whoever else wishes to share their experience.

We are not swingers. We make no judgments about people who are, but for us the attraction that led us to accept a sort of second-class citizenship is so strong that it blinds all others.

We have been talking about our dreams of what we would do when we grew up since we were in grade school, and now we are living it.

I became an OB/GYN because I feel women are, even in this century, underserved. I encourage patients to use birth control if they do not want children. But if I know or suspect a condition threatens a woman's life or health, it is my duty to save my patient. I have never lost a patient, which is one reason my practice is successful.

Our relationship grew out of our dream world communications when we became teenagers. Talking about our plans and dreams led to mutual admiration, openness, and finally, discovery of our sexual compatibility and desire.

Hans

I became fascinated with electricity in grammar school. I wanted to know first about safe and efficient methods of wiring homes and offices. This led, in turn, to learning about efficient methods of supplying electricity, such as solar panels and wind, especially macro applications such as rooftops. Eventually, I became aware that the lighting of a home or office can improve its functionality. Make an office more compatible with work, a home more compatible with rest, or entertainment.

I was able to put this into practice in high school and university - I was lowed to design lighting for theater. Very soon, I learned to cooperate with directors and actors so that the lighting helped them convey their interpretation of the comedy or drama. Using three basic colors, blending them, and adjusting the intensity can have a huge effect on the audience experience.

Gretl and I discussed my passion and hers and how to make mine enhance hers. It is amazing that hospitals never thought to ask women in childbirth whether the cold, white lighting of the birthing room made the experience worse. I began suggesting changes that could relax and comfort a mother, and Gretl allowed me to talk with her patients and we tried out combinations to do what we could to ease the pain of birthing. Gretl has helped by telling me how lighting in her office, and clinic, and home affect her moods.

As Gretl has said, communication and collaborative invention led to mutual intellectual admiration, and eventually let the physical attraction break through.

Gretl

I should explain that I am three years older than Hans. It does not always look that way because Hans is a large man, in so many ways. He is almost two meters tall and one hundred kilos, so he looks rather like a giant. I am not short, but he towers over me. I suspect there is a Viking raider somewhere in our lineage.

I am something of a feminist. I want women who don't want children to not have children, and I want woman who do want children to have them safely, for mother and baby. Nothing makes me happier than seeing a mother have the child she wanted, where I got to help. I would say I converted Hans, but that would be overstating it, because he loved collaborating and learning to understand.

We wanted children and we have had children. Yes, I know about possible genetic problems, but this is not the Middle Ages - science has progressed a bit in the last fifty years. There have been no problems.

We have three children. He has never once raised his voice, let alone his hand, to any of them. If they misbehave, he will call their name and shake his head. That is usually enough. If he frowns, they know he is disappointed, and they will come and talk with him and he will talk through why what they were doing is harmful or unsafe. He is never too busy for them.

One of my greatest joys was when I handed our first, a baby girl, to him to hold. That tiny child cradled so lovingly in those huge arms, the softest kiss imaginable on its head. At that point, I wished he could be the father to all the children in the world. I would gladly lend him (preferably, just his sperm) to any woman in need.

I do not know of any of our parents, grandparents, or siblings who are or were in consanguineous relationships. Only Hans and I. I think we were drawn to each other because we imagine a future where we lose no mothers or babies and where offices and houses are not only completely safe, but where good lighting designs make workers or homeowners happy, where wind or solar are maximized on homes so we have clean air and oil and gas stretch out in areas where needed, such as aircraft. We give each other hope in a world that is often short on that.

I had many boyfriends in college, but we never hit it off the way Hans and I did. They were good, insofar as it went, but sexually, nothing clicked as it did with Hans. The same with women. In each case, the other partner and I could not get so excited about what the other was doing with the rest of their life.

Hans

It was just such a day that led us to discover that our felling was not just intellectual. We were talking about our dreams and making hot cocoa and cookies. At first, we were talking and laughing. Then we were kissing and laughing. I think Gretl and I both said "Let's do it!". At the same time. And we began to undress.

Gretl

We have always been fans of Mel Brooks movies and one of my favorite lines is in "Young Frankenstein" and I started laughing because, when he undressed, his penis reminded me of the line. He was puzzled until I said, "He vould have an enormous Schwanz Stucker." and he laughed and said, "That goes without saying."

He picked me up as if I were a cushion and balanced me on that big vaulting pole. Wet as I was, it still took three minutes for all of it to slip in. I wrapped my legs around his hips as we stood there. He held me and we, well, fucked and laughed for twenty minutes. I remember the floor and the furniture shaking and the funny wallpaper with the tulips seemed to be going up and down and I said, "But it isn't time for the tulips to come out." He laughed and said, "Two upper lips or two lower lips?"

His size did help. I never felt so full in my entire life. But mostly it was trust and joy. Soon after, I shook like a leaf in the North Sea wind and trembled all over him, grabbing his back and holding on as tight as I could. He whispered, "Do you want me to stop?" and I said, "No! Please, God, no! I want your semen in me." (Well, if you must know, I did not use such a clinical term. It was passion, after all!) When he did have an orgasm five minutes later, it seemed to me that there was enough sperm for my child and enough left over to make a dozen more babies.

After that time, there was no going back. We usually don't have sex standing up after that. Beds are more comfortable.

He is very protective. He used to insist on no missionary or other position where I would have to bear all his weight. I had to convince him he would not break me. I had tried anal a few times with other partners, and I knew all about the physiology - all those nerve endings that it can stimulate. He was, again, afraid he would hurt me, but I convinced him that he could ease the way with his fingers and lubrication and go very slow. So full! I still like anal about once every other month. I also adore oral with him. There is no physiological reason, such as there is with anal, but I love tasting his spam. I could do that every night. And once I explained the physiological reasons that I enjoyed cunnilingus, he steadily became the best, well, pussy eater I have ever had. It is amazing how supple and gentle his tongue and fingers can be. He sometimes brings me to orgasm four or five times before he enters me.

We still laugh a great deal when we are having sex because we make each other so happy. Sex is not always about the sweat and the agony; it can be about sheer pleasure. Yes, we have great sensations, and yes, we have orgasms, but mostly we laugh and enjoy ourselves.

I do not know of anyone who has been harmed by our happiness. Certainly not our children, who are starting to be interested in the opposite sex, although they don't yet fully understand why.

Hans

I do try to be gentle. That is my responsibility: I am large and powerful.

Gretl makes my business sound so successful, but up to now only rich people can afford it. I want my wealthy early adopters to fund my development process so the average family can have the same thing. Then I will consider my business to be a success - when a median wage family can easily have it built into their home. I would love every home to have a solar or wind generator, a safe lighting system, enough light to read, or study, or make love, and the ability to change the tone to suit their mood. I would like an efficient charger for their electric car. The day is coming, and soon.

She also makes me sound like a genius as a parent. It is only luck. I am afraid I spoil them.

I had made love with other women before Gretl, and each time there was pleasure, but it never felt permanent and there was not such sheer happiness. The pleasure was gone by the next morning and only a memory was left. With Gretl, each time we make love is like more pleasure added to our treasure house. The earlier ones are never gone; they are still there, but the gold is piled higher and higher in my mind and in my heart and the storeroom is nearly bursting over.

When we made love the first time, I wanted it just as much as Gretl. I knew that sex with a person on the same wavelength would be so much better. And it was. Had I given it another thirty years, I may have found another such woman. But I doubt it. Gretl and I had had nearly twenty years after being toddlers to build the base for our love.

Gretl is beautiful and the sexiest woman I have ever known, and will be far into the future, which is where I am looking. Back was wonderful, but I am convinced forward will be even better until the day we die.

Just a side note. You have probably read about the, shall we say, exploits of our friends Paul and Mel, who are from Houston. Paul read about my company and contacted me and I am recruiting. He has the experience with US electrical systems which will allow us to expand there. We will handle his visa application. And Gretl wants Mel as her nurse. They understand each other. Their skills are complementary. It makes excellent sense. Her hospital agrees. They will be living in our area and I believe they will be happier here. And we both look forward to their contribution.

Their sexual relations will be their business and not ours, but we can provide understanding and support because we've been there. They will be welcomed at dinners with our friends.

Until I read their story, I thought all sibling sexual relations were like ours - shared dreams and happiness. I now know that Gretl and I are doubly fortunate. We have good parents who raised us well and have supported us in our relationship. I wish that Paul and Mel and all couples like them had advantages like that.