50’s Family: A Sister’s Virginity – Part 6

Incest sex story 2017: 50’s Family: A Sister’s Virginity – Part 6

And although it was weird and wrong, I imagined it was my brother’s cock in my mouth as I obeyed, swirling my tongue around the warm head of his delicious… cucumber.

She explained, “When you do things to him with your tongue, that relaxes your jaw because you’re focused on something else.”

Which it did. My eyes closed, I continued to suck on Adam’s big delicious cucumber cock, which was so wrong and yet made me so wet. I even moaned as I swirled my tongue around the cucumber and actually began to bob on it a bit, wondering what his sperm would taste like, trying to get more of it into my mouth, recalling how deep this cock had gone into Tiffany’s mouth last night. I hoped he’d come soon, I wanted to taste him!

“Oh yes, you little slut,” she purred, her free hand going to my fevered pussy, bringing my fevered brain back to reality and cucumber, “you really want his big dick in your mouth, don’t you?”

I moaned both in response to the question and to her hand on my pussy.

Her finger slid inside my pussy as she continued, “I bet you’d suck your brother right here and now if his big cock was available.”

“Yes,” I moaned, not completely in response to the question, but to the fact that her finger was tapping on something inside my pussy which was bringing new intense pleasure to my very being.

“You want to be your brother’s cock slut. You want to be your brother’s…” she recited over and over about ten times until she pulled the cucumber out of my mouth.

Her tapping driving me wild, his big cock engraved in my memory and now in my sex fever dreams, and my hunger for cock all drove me to a rapture where I was willing to do or say anything, as I responded, in stunted breaths, my head light, “Yes, God, don’t stop.”

“Yes what?” she asked, as she suddenly quit tapping inside me.

“Yes, I want to suck my brother Adam’s big dick, I want it NOW!” I declared, writhing on the bed like a fish out of water gasping for her last breath.

“Tell me what you want,” she demanded, as she moved her pretty face back between my legs, her pretty face inches from my cunt, her finger still inside me.

“To come,” I answered.

“No, my incest slut,” she purred, taking my clit in her mouth and tugging, but only once. “Tell me what you really want.”

Giving completely into my lust, as her finger tapped once again inside me, sending tremors throughout me and making me want her to do it again and again, I declared, “I want you to fuck me with that cucumber all the way down and take my virginity. I want to go to my brother’s room and suck his cock until he comes in my mouth and all over my face.”

She resumed tapping over and over inside me, fireworks exploding, as she continued, “What if your brother wants to slide his big dick inside this slutty fuck hole?”

The dirty talk, her nasty inappropriate visuals, the bewildering combination of my waking dreams and the cucumber, and her magic finger, all had me transformed into a complete lustful bimbo as I answered, on the verge of complete delirium, “I’ll be his incest fuck toy forever,” I moaned/screamed, which was the last thing I uttered before Tiffany began rapidly tapping and simultaneously flicking my clit with her tongue. The double pleasure was too much as the invisible tide broke and I came, even harder than last time, “Fuuuuuck!” Was all I could muster as every last joule of energy left in my body was used up.

I lay there, juices flooding, body trembling, head swimming, as I envisioned Adam’s cock shooting his load all over my face… and Dear God did I want his load all over me!

Tiffany continuously lapped up my nectar as it kept flooding out of me, as the pleasure just kept coming and coming… just like I was.

Eventually, when this orgasm from the heavens finished washing over me, Tiffany smiled, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone come so much.”

“Years of dammed up juices finally breaking through the damn dam,” I joked.

“No doubt,” she laughed, as she moved beside me.

I asked, “What’s that you were doing with your finger?”

“You liked that?” she asked, kissing me on the nose.

“Not much, I just want it done to me forever,” I joked.

“There’s this place in there,” she said. “It’s a secret, impossible-for-guys-to-find spot, and it triggers pleasure.”

“Wow,” was all I could muster.

“Oh yeah,” she nodded, kissing me again, this time where I could kiss back.

We kissed for a minute, before she broke away and apologized, “I’m not sure we finished your blow job lesson, but I couldn’t help myself. You’re like a new toy I just bought and can’t stop playing with.”

I laughed, not at all offended at being objectified, “I’ll be your toy any day.”

“Never forget those words,” she smiled.

I asked, “So what’s this obsession with me and my brother?”

“It’s fucking hot,” she shrugged.

“You’d be okay with him having sex with me?” I asked.

“For sure,” she nodded. “I mean we are boyfriend and girlfriend, but I play with lots of other girls, and I told him he could fuck other girls as long as I know who.”

“That’s weird,” I pointed out.

“Perhaps, but we both know we each have a lot of sexual needs,” she explained. “And on that note, come down to my pantry and have one more snack before you go.”

I ended up going down on her one more delicious time before going home.

The next day I practised blow jobs for a couple hours on a couple of cucumbers, eventually able to take six inches without gagging.

Then we were on our way on our trip as we headed to a family reunion across the country… camping the entire way.

I’m not going to lie… I looked at my brother’s crotch… a lot.

I got wet wondering what it would be like to suck his cock.

I got wet wondering what it would be like to get fucked by him.

He, of course, seemed oblivious.

Did he know about Tiffany and me?

Did he know that I saw him getting a blow job in the car?

Did he know of Tiffany’s obsession with incest? With his incest? Or worse, my incest?

These questions swirled around my head creating anxiety and insecurity, while somehow also keeping my loins stimulated.

For three days we stopped at three different historical attractions that were pretty cool, but Dad also stopped us at two churches for meetings (there is never a true work-free holiday when your dad is a minister). It didn’t help that Adam and I were together in the back seat, squished together may I add, as Dad had used almost half the back seat for our camping gear. Thus, I was always leaning against my brother… his big cock just inches from me… my pussy constantly on fire. A liquid fire I couldn’t quell.

Dad ranted about my new bikini… and forbade me to wear it.

It was the late afternoon of our third day, near a town in the middle of nowhere when I wondered if the incest gods were smiling on me.

Dad offered, while reading a newspaper, “Why don’t you two kids go to the drive-in tonight?”

Mom added, “Yeah, your Dad and I have a church meeting and it may go late.”

I looked a question at my brother, who shrugged in his usual noncommittal way. I asked, “What’s playing?”

Dad answered, “To Catch a Thief, and Rebel Without a Cause, although I don’t really like that James Dean character(fellow). He’s too wild and a poor role model if you ask me.”

Adam agreed to go, giving me a strange look I’d never seen before, “Sure, why not? Nothing else to do around here.”

My pussy dampened. I was going to the drive-in with just my brother!

I mean I wasn’t expecting anything to happen, but just the idea was exciting.

A few minutes before leaving, deciding to be wicked, I decided to take off my bra and panties and got in the car wearing nothing but a dress and some shoes.

I felt so dirty!

I felt so excited!

I felt like such a slut… maybe even an incest slut… my imagination filling with hundreds of ways this evening could go. I sent all the boring ways away and kept the others, so by the time we were ready to leave, my mind was filled with a Technicolor cornucopia of amazing things I might do to my brother and things he might do to me! I told my heart to stop going pit-a-pat: someone would hear!

God, had Tiffany transformed me.

And God, did I need to get laid.

As usual, there was hardly any chatting on the ten minute drive over, with my brother not being much of a talker… at least not unless he had a girl sucking his dick.

He paid for us and we went together to get popcorn and sodas.

Once back in the car, the previews started and there was literally no talking… nor was there any talking all the way through the first movie… although I was preoccupied the entire movie by imagining I was Tiffany and I was doing to Adam what she did last time I was in the car at a drive-in.

I glanced at his crotch a couple dozen times.

I was literally wet… so wet a little rivulet soaked through my dress and onto my seat.

To my surprise, during intermission he started up a conversation as he asked, “So how was shopping with Tiffany?”

“A learning experience,” I answered with a playful smile.

“That bikini Dad freaked out about was her idea, I’m guessing,” he said.

“Yeah, she said one pieces are for children,” I nodded, happy he noticed my new bikini. Taking a risk, I asked, “What did you think of it?”

“It’s very revealing,” he answered guardedly.

“It’s supposed to be,” I said, trying to sound seductive as I spoke… deciding I was about to become a rebel with a cause.

“I know, and I don’t like it,” he said.

“Why?” I asked with a pout.

“You’re my sister and I don’t like guys checking you out,” he answered.

I couldn’t resist. I asked, “If I wasn’t your sister would you have checked me out?”

“Eve!” He gasped, objecting to my forward question.

I continued, “I’m serious. If I wasn’t your sister, would you have checked me out?”

“Yes,” he huffed, exasperated by the question.

I smiled, putting my hand on his leg, feeling frisky and adventurous, “And what would you want to do to me?”

“Eve!” He gasped.

I said, moving my hand to his cock, which was already a bit hard, “According to Tiffany, boys have expectations for us girls at drive-ins.”

This time he groaned, “Eve, don’t. You’re my sister.”