2017 incest sex story: Emergency Accomodations

2017 incest sex story: Emergency Accomodations – Chapter 3

– Author: Mystic47

Fiction, Consensual Sex, Incest, Male/Female, Pregnant

She evaluated my words for a moment then replied “Yeah? Well, I like being totally perverse with you.” She lay quiet next to me a little longer then pushed me to my back then sat over my legs. She sat up straight and studied my cock while she pumped it with fingers. She looked up at me through long curled eyelashes. Her body angled down until her face was over my groin. She glanced into my face, smiled almost bashfully then put her lips on the end of my hard-on. She licked it gently then parted her lips and ducked her head, my cock slid over her tongue into her mouth. She started moving her head slowly, wetting my cock, I lay back on a pillow and mellowed. My hands went to her hair instinctively but I didn’t apply any pressure, I caressed her neck and back. She took more of my dick in her mouth and I felt her cup my balls in a hand. She lifted off my erection momentarily looked at me to judge my reaction then started again, with more enthusiasm. She bobbed her head a few times then started sucking as my erection rapidly filled with a load. I stretched my hand down to caress her butt then began to stroke her anus again which caused her to shiver.

I watched her hair tossing as her head moved up and down, her mouth was wet and hot so it didn’t take long before I had to say, “I’m close girl,” but again she didn’t stop. She was determined, taking more of me into her mouth she started sucking harder. The first rush of cum splashed over her tongue, the convulsion so strong I reacted by plunging my long finger into her ass. I watched her her eyes grow wide with some unidentifiable emotion as her body jerked. I fired another liquid bullet then she could take no more, she raised her head and watched as I squeezed more rounds over her hand. Each time I pulsed I flexed the finger in her ass causing her eyes to flutter, her breath to catch.

She sat straight up next to me which caused my finger to slip from her butt. Semen dripped down her chin and splashed on her left tit but she didn’t seem to mind. After a few moments I saw her throat move, her eyes glistened as she wiped the cum off her chin. She looked at the mess all over her hand and my stomach and commented “Jesus you cum a lot, no wonder I got pregnant.”

The oral sex was just a prelude to a long hot night with my older sister. I was going back to school the next day and she was looking for work and her own place to live. Our paths were diverging so Shelby and I acted as if this were the last time we would be together like that. The blow job only whetted my sexual appetite so she when she proposed “Let’s break some more fucking laws” I screwed my older sister three more times before the sun rose. I was so tired from sex all night that I had to pull into a rest stop for an in-car nap later that morning.

Chapter Three

I went back to finish my college degree, Shelby found a job and an apartment in Asheville, about 180 miles from our parents. We corresponded by email, text and occasionally by phone. We resumed our normal family relationship, the sexual interludes were relegated to history. Even though we weren’t screwing any more, I used my memories as stimulation when I took matters into my own hands. After jacking off while thinking about my sister my nuts would relax in total satisfaction but my cock would stay half hard until I slept it off. Sometimes my girlfriends’ cries of passion weren’t even enough to lure my thoughts from Shelby. Twice I asked a girl I was fucking if she could climax quietly; they tried, but couldn’t. I kind of missed sex with my sister.

I graduated, found a job nearer to home than my sister and settled into a routine life. Shelby and I would go to our parents for birthdays and holidays and once in a while I drove to Asheville to visit her. Those times were strictly platonic, we didn’t jump into her bed to satisfy some base urge to commit incest again. We had separate lives, we were becoming long distant relatives.

I opened my mail one day to find a wedding invitation from Shelby. I knew she had been dating Kevin for over two years, I had met him several times when she brought him home on visits. Our mother went into “Oh my god! She’s getting Married!” mode while dad and I toasted the couple with a beer over the back yard grill.

The day arrived, Shelby was getting married. She was radiant, beautiful in her wedding dress. The floor length gown flowed in waves of silk and lace from a high neck to the broad flared skirt that hid silver heels. The back of the dress swept back into a train laden with pearls and opals that shown in the soft artificial light. Her long blonde hair cascaded in waves to the middle of her back, it too was wrapped with lace ribbons and sprinkled with pearls. She stood still as the bridesmaids made final adjustments, she was minutes from getting married to Kevin. I had been hovering near her the entire time she readied to marry.

I was allowed in the dressing room because I was the wedding photographer. After college I had set up my own studio for photography so I was shooting my sister’s wedding as a gift to her and her new husband. I’d been present with my cameras since Shelby began the long process of getting ready for the ceremony. I had images of her from the moment she stepped out of her street clothing to the time she was fully made up and decked out as the radiant bride. Rachel, her best friend who knew I was her brother, objected at first but was finally convinced that as a professional photographer, paid to take pictures, I’d seen many brides in panties and bras before so my presence was okay. That was true, it was part of my job and I was usually ignored as part of the decor’. I was used to snapping photos of not only brides and bridesmaids, but models, male and female, in many stages of undress. What was not normal is that this beautiful shapely bride and I had an immoral sexual history and I was reminiscing as I took pictures.

Just like most brides I took photos of Shelby was conscience of the camera for the first few minutes but gradually accepted my presence and started to ignore me which is the best way to get a more natural look in the pictures. As I moved around the room taking pictures of her I started getting turned on. I had several times been in dressing rooms with semi-naked brides but this was the first time I’d ever gotten aroused even though she was doing nothing to entice me. Taking taking pictures requires much time looking through the lens of the camera. I could zoom in and focus at the touch of a button so my unprofessional self was taking a lot more time than necessary viewing my sister; her tits, ass and face all fell under my lens on the pretext of setting up another shot. My cock was slowly gaining weight as I took pictures from various angles, asked her to pose in various positions.

She was wearing a garter belt over white satin panties and matching lace bra when the bridesmaids sat her in front of a vanity and began to prepare her hair while I took photos. Rachel and two more young women fussed with Shelby’s hair for 30 minutes until it was finished with the ribbons. During that time our mother came in to critique the work then gave me an evil eye, “Do you have to be here?”

“He’s the photographer mom, don’t get your girdle in a twist.”

“But in your state of dress dear, shouldn’t he be out of the room?”

Shelby looked up at our mother, “Oh mother, quit living in the last century, it’s fine, it’s okay.”

“It’s bad luck to let him see you before the wedding” mom countered.

“It’s bad luck if my future husband sees me, not my brother. Go away now, I have to get ready.” Dismissed by her daughter our parent threw me another dagger then huffed out of the room.

I told Shelby “She’d really have a hissy if she knew the family secrets.”

Rachel looked up to listen to the conversation, a question in her eyes as my sister responded “Yeah, but some skeletons will stay in the closet forever.”

After the hair was done the three girls helped my sister into her dress, it took another 25 minutes to get the ‘look’ just right. I was clicking shots the entire time. When my sister finished dressing for her wedding I took her to a room where I had set up a studio. The bridesmaids vanished to get ready and I was left alone with Shelby. When the door closed I turned to my sister to pose her for a portrait shot but she resisted my hand on her shoulder. “Wait, there’s something I want to do before I get married.”

“What’s that?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

I was stunned. “What!?”

She stepped close and repeated as a whisper, “I want you to screw me. You have a problem with that?”

“When? Right now?”

Shelby smiled then stepped to a corner of the room, lifted her skirt, unhooked the garter from the stockings then pulled her panties to the floor. She nudged them away with her foot then came back and sat on the tall studio chair. She spread her legs, lifted the long white dress to expose her cunt then said “Yes, right now.” I was looking at the junction of her legs, my prick swelled to X-rated in seconds.

“You shave?”

“Kevin likes me that way, it makes him think he is sticking his dick into a younger girl.”

My erection was jerking with lust but I had to remind her, “Shelby, this is your wedding day, in a few minutes you’ll be a wife, this isn’t something we should be doing now.”

“Tony, put the camera down and come here.”

Hey, she was my big sister, I almost never argued with her so who was I to object? I set the camera aside, opened my pants then stepped between Shelby’s wide open legs. The chair was tall enough that my sister’s cunt was at the right level for me to press into her without bending my knees. Before I penetrated her she cautioned me, “Lock the door.”

With my pants resting on my ankles I shuffled the few feet to the door, locked it then shuffled back, my erection was bouncing, Shelby was watching it with amused eyes. When I was close enough she gripped my cock and pulled me into place. The end of my erection brushed on the smooth shaven skin of her body and I damn near groaned out loud. Her pussy lips were open far enough I could see the where my cock was about to enter. She rubbed the head of my shaft up and down her cunt twice then centered it for me. I pushed into her until my nuts were rubbing her ass. Shelby lifted her legs, the silk stockings were caressing my hips while her ankles were crossed behind me. My sister looked into my eyes and said “Don’t try to get me off, I just want you to cum and we don’t have a lot of time.”

As my erection slipped in and out of the warm inviting hole between her legs I asked, “Why this, why now?”

She shifted on the chair for a better position, “Kevin came to my place drunk after the bachelor’s party and went to bed with me. I sucked his cock then let him fuck me. When he was done he passed out, I was still horny but he was done. The next day I was having lunch with Rachel and she told me what Melvin said to her, that he and the other guys at the party paid two girls to screw the groom. I sucked that his cock after he fucked two whores and now it’s time for payback. Hurry up.”

My balls were slapping her cunt as I asked, “You know this and still want to marry him?”

Shelby looked at me as if that were a stupid question, “Of course, I love him. He was drunk and he wasn’t cheating on me, they were part of the per-marital ritual. But he let me blow him after, that pissed me off.” I reached under the long skirt of the wedding dress, grabbed my sister’s hips and concentrated the feel of her hot wet pussy. Since I had her permission to get off without worrying about her feelings it took me only a few more moments to fulfill my sister’s wish. My balls clenched, my cock convulsed and I saturated the bride with brotherly love. I stepped back and when my erection slipped from her hole I saw my semen ooze from her to the chair. Shelby gave me a delighted smile then said, “Now he’ll be getting sloppy seconds on his wedding day.” Other than the awesome feeling of screwing my sister again my only thought was ‘She just fucked for revenge and he likes to think he’s screwing a hairless young girl. How in hell long is this marriage going to last?’

“Are you going to tell him?”

She stood from the chair and put a hand between her legs then pulled it back up, her fingers were coated with fluids. “No, he won’t know but I will.” She looked at the mess on her fingers, “Tony, you cum more than any guy I know, this is perfect.” She paused to look at me, “It’s too bad you live so far away.”

“Why?”

“Why?” She lifted her sticky fingers so I could see them, “You have to ask why?”

I bent to pick up her satin lingerie’ and offered them to her. Shelby took them from my hand, wiped her fingers clean then stuffed them into my pants, down my underwear, over my prick, “I’m not putting them on, I’m going drip while I get married.”

Twenty minutes later as Shelby was giving her vows of faithfulness I was flirting with Rachel. I knew from experience that weddings always put bridesmaids in a receptive mood. Rachel looked receptive but moments later, when I framed the picture of my older sister and her new husband kissing to seal the pact of marriage, I was thinking that Asheville North Carolina might not be a bad place to open a studio.

Chapter 4

Shelby’s lifelong best friend Rachael became my lover. She still lived in our hometown so we slipped into an intimate relationship much to the delight of my sister. I never forgot what my sister and I did twenty minutes before she got married and even though we didn’t talk about it, whenever we got together after that my libido was on alert. I also kept hearing the persistent echo of her words, “It’s too bad you live so far away.”

About 15 months after the wedding Rachel and I were visiting Shelby and Kevin when I came across a real estate ad for a photography studio in Asheville. Interested, I spoke to the owner, he wanted to retire and needed to get out of the business because the money would help him and his wife move to Belize. When I told Kevin and Shelby about the studio she became animated, alive in a flirty sort of way. She wasn’t obvious in front of my girlfriend or her husband and she didn’t say anything overt, but I got the message loud and clear. If I moved to North Carolina, there would be rewards. On the 5th of August I opened my studio on Rankin Avenue in Asheville. After a long agonizing period of uncertainty Rachel decided she couldn’t move from her home and we broke up.

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