Literotic asexstories – Nancy Kittridge’s Fall from Grace Ch. 04 by Bardot1990,Bardot1990 (Note: All of the characters in this story are fictional, bearing no resemblance to anyone living or dead, and they are all at least 18 years of age. Also note: This story contains descriptions of incest.)
By the time the family was dressed and ready for evening services, Jules and Nancy were playing out a scenario by which they left no basis for suspicion. Nancy dressed in a humble calico skirt–typical raiment for a humble servant of God–fully buttoned from the neck down. Her hair was pulled back into a bun. She moved slowly, as if in pain, to justify missing the meeting. She made desultory facial expressions to suggest that missing this meeting came at great emotional cost.
Jules disappeared into his upstairs bedroom. Despite his parents’ encouragement, Jules had taken to missing meetings of late. Bill Kittridge took note. When the school year ended, Jules had some decisions to make.
Nancy began to clear the dinner table of scraps. She put the food away and stacked the dishwasher, needing to be seen as a contributing member of the family unit. Her spiritual struggle continued. Predictably, Nancy’s sensual nature was winning. She knew all too well that, as soon as her parents’ car disappeared down the street, she and Jules were going to assault each other like animals in heat.
And that’s what happened, too. No sooner had the taillights on the family SUV glittered away before Jules swept his sister up in a crushing embrace. She’d been unable to unbutton her plain-jane “around-the-house” dress before he was upon her. Groping under her calico dress greedily, Jules was astounded to find her fully naked beneath. He also found a soft sheen of sweat that Nancy had been carefully hiding. Jules dipped his middle finger into a puddle of fur and wanton lust simmering at the juncture of her thighs. His penis leapt. Jules struggled out of his pants. Seconds later his penis was immersed in that puddle and adding nitroglycerin to it. They came in tandem. Each gripped the buttocks of the other as they strove to extract the fullest measure of their crazed, wanton intercourse–still standing.
Their parents had not been gone four minutes.
Jules and Nancy held each other tightly as the swoon of orgasm dissipated in a hazy murk of charred arctic ice. They sweated cheek-by-jowl. Any stilted movement brought forth an un-detonated jerk of latent climactic fervor. Under the pressure of gravity, Jules’ semen flowed down her thighs, cooling as it went. Nancy squeezed his barrel-shaped penis viciously, hoping to drain the dregs of his passion.
At this she was successful. Jules’ cock softened by degrees under the heat and pressure of Nancy’s dripping honey pot. Nancy was sure that he was about to slip out of her naughty purse. There came a point, however, where his flagging penis seemed to say: “ENOUGH!! Stand!! And FIGHT!!!!” Jules’ cock, eighteen years old, ceased receding before the vagina that had mollified it. It began to forge its way, slowly and steadily, deeper into the recesses of Nancy’s sticky pie.
Nancy was glad.
Jules scooped his older sister up in his arms and carried her downstairs to her bedroom. It was time for them to fuck. Once there, he laid her down, marveling again at her womanhood. Nancy slipped free of her dress. Her tits resonated. Her peach-like vagina gaped open. With the right sort of eyes, one could see her lust bubbling forth. Jules could see his cream curdling between the super pink walls of her exposed labia. His penis ratcheted upward. Nancy scooted up on her elbows to watch his progress. She opened her legs by way of encouragement, disgorging a bubblet of semen in the process.
Jules crawled up between her thighs. His cock was, again, massively erect. Both of them watched his advance, as if in slow motion, upon the soaked and throbbing object of his desire. When his testicles dangled against her slit, Jules took his cock in hand to drum it against her luxuriant bush. Nancy’s clit peeked out from its enclosure like a spring mushroom. She stroked it between her index and her middle fingers. Now her pussy lips peeled open like the petals of a flower. She kissed his cock with her cunt.
“Put it back in,” she whispered.
Jules withdrew a bit to position his pud at her entrance. Once there it seemed impossibly big, too big to fit inside her. He rested it there, thrilled at the sight of his outsized cock pulsing against Nancy’s vulva. The heat of their prior union sweltered up to his nostrils, pressing fresh blood into his already bulging erection. Nancy closed her eyes. Her pussy bubbled up to accept his heft. Ever so slowly, Nancy engulfed his thickness, first the head, then the helm and finally the shaft. Jules probed forward until the entirety of his substantial cock steamed in the preternatural darkness of Nancy’s cunt. Nancy opened her eyes. This was heaven. This was better than heaven. Jules situated himself properly, jiggling left and right. They began to fuck.
Nancy felt her pelvis widening rhythmically as her brother’s ululations pounded home. She’d only ever experienced the “old in/out”. Jules was well past such pedantic fuck methodologies. Jules’ vaginal assault proceeded in waves down the line of his abdomen, finishing with a grunt and a power thrust that barreled his penis the length of her cunt. Nancy trembled rapturously each time his cock thundered home. Picking up the pace, Nancy matched his serpentine ululations. Pretty soon they were crashing into each other furiously. Nancy gripped the back of his head. Using the non-verbal look in her eyes she encouraged him to thrust harder and deeper. Nancy knew that she would eventually regret this misadventure. She felt she needed to extract every last morsel of lust from their congress. Maybe Jules could subdue her sinful nature and leave her newly born as a useful servant of the Lord. In any case, she had a good dick up in her. Another monstrous orgasm was imminent. Best of all, Jules seemed to have regained his stamina. He wasn’t even breathing hard. His cock powered home with manful intensity.
Jules fucked Nancy rapaciously. Gripping her neck in a chokehold, Jules’ steely-eyed gaze added gasoline to the steaming penis plowing her cunt. He didn’t even bother to slow down when Nancy climaxed. She bared her teeth in joyous agony as her pussy snapped tightly about his thickness, juking and howling like a wild animal.
After her third such orgasm, Nancy was aflame downstairs. Any further stimulation was bound to bring the agony sans the joy. Jules pulled out, dripping in cum. It stood between them wildly, sensationally erect. Nancy was grateful.
However, Jules was not done. He positioned her on her bed, on her back, with her knees drawn up. Rolling from atop her, Jules positioned himself off to the side in the standard spoon position. Now he dipped a bit, pointing his cock into her rectum. Nancy squirmed a bit before accepting the inevitable. Jules nudged her asshole open and, once his cockhead was in, the rest of his length slipped deeply into her fundament. Nancy sighed. Her anal nerve endings were fresh. Jules’ cock was frosty with lust. They still had a couple of hours to kill.
Now they fucked with greater urgency. Nancy’s asshole was a tighter orifice. Whereas her cunt had been a marvelous balm, Nancy’s rectum was a thinly lubricated vice. Jules gripped her manically and went to work. Slow on the backstroke; fast and deep on the upthrust. Bolts of jism poured from her cunt with each forward probe into her asshole. Nancy’s pubic mound was a hairy morass of sticky cream. Her tits shook gelatinously. Nancy’s entire body palsied. Sweat poured from her pores. It was if all the orgasms she’d foregone during her years of teen forebearance now rose up to consume her.
Jules noticed. Nancy’s pussy was, at the very least, comparable to Delphia’s. When Nancy tightened her butt cheeks around his probing missile, lightning assailed him. The heavens roared. Jules was ready to fill her with a volcano eruption of spunk on each insertion. Only his egotistical desire to elicit an anal climax from his sister restrained him.
When Nancy’s erotic palpitations reached a frenzied crescendo, she cried out feverishly.
“Oh! Jules!! Your fucking dick!! It’s so BIG!!! Oh that feels SOOO GOOOOOODDD!!! FUCK!!!! MEEEEEEE!!!!!!”
This was enough for Jules, who’d never heard his sister curse before. He wound his hips up and hit her with the money shot, filling her anal chasm with jism. Nancy screeched helplessly. She clenched her butt cheeks up tightly to absorb Jules’ spurting seed. This was the death grip. Jules clasped her neck tightly while delivering up his essence.
For a few minutes the siblings fainted dead away. Jules continued to dribble semen into Nancy’s asshole. He tried to roll away but found that her anal clench prevented him. So they lay there in the afterglow, knowing that their parents wouldn’t return for another hour or so, tightly connected by their sex organs, like dogs.
When the room stopped spinning, Nancy offered up a tepid (but standard) after sex request:
“I have to pee,” she muttered.
“I need some cranberry juice,” Jules responded.
Both requests were true, save in that Nancy’s post-sex urinary visit was a standard female tactic for when they want to wipe themselves clean of cum in the hope of getting some post coital head. Jules’ request redounded from actual thirst.
When she came back to bed, Nancy was fresh and perky. Her pussy still stank of sex, but Jules’ jism no longer poured from her openings. Jules’ cock dangled ponderously. He wasn’t thinking about fucking her again, not in the short term. She had yet to blow him. He didn’t know how to broach the subject. This was his sister, after all. Predictably, he wasn’t thinking about sucking Nancy’s pussy. The rationale behind her freshly wiped pussy eluded him.
They lay back down together as any couple freed temporarily from the bonds of youthful lust. Jules lay on his back; Nancy nuzzled up in his arms.
“Delphia taught you how to fuck like that?” she queried innocently.
“Yes. And who taught YOU how to curse?”
“That was nice,” she said, ignoring his question.
“You liked that? Even the last part, there, up your butt?” Jules asked.
“Yes. I didn’t think I would like it. But I did.”
Jules smirked.
“You never let Joey fuck you up your butt?”
“No.”
“Not even once?”
“Not even once.”
“How come you let me do it?”
“You didn’t ask. You just did it. If you’d asked I would have said ‘no’.”
“And you liked it.”
“I did.”
“Better than the other?”
“No, not better than the other. But pretty good.”
Here Nancy reached down to lift Jules’ lumpish penis from its resting spot atop his pubic mound.
“I like your dick,” she said.
Yet another term Jules had never heard her use. She toyed with his cock childishly.
“It’s gotten a lot bigger since the last time I saw it,” she commented.
Jules paused uncomfortably.
“You wanna do it again?” he asked.
“Can you?” Nancy replied.
“Well, not right now. But maybe before the folks get home,”
“That’ll work,” Nancy said.
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