Saving Morgan revised

Literotic asexstories – Saving Morgan revised by RCscrudato,RCscrudato I’ll give you a perversion list for this story: Incest, Brother/sister, MA/FA, MA/Ft, Ft/Mt, voyeurism, hairy, shaved.

I’ve made some minor changes to this story based on feedback.

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Chapter One

I was in my rented room in Boca Raton after finishing a double at Chic-fil-A. My phone went off.

“Why do I have to read about your life on the internet?” My mother.

“Because I was too ashamed and too proud.”

“How bad is it?” I could hear my father in the background.

My fellow teacher, and wife of five years, Jane—we met in college, got married, and started work immediately after—had been involved in a scandal at her high school. She got fired and I got fired because of ‘optics’. The divorce was vicious.

“I can never teach again, I’m broke, and I have no skills.”

There was a sigh and a long pause, “We’re tight on money, and we’re bonded so we can’t hire you.”

My mother and father run a private investigation company.

“Thank you but this isn’t your problem to solve. You did warn me.”

“Water under the bridge. It seems like neither of you is good at relationships.”

Since I didn’t ask a question, Mom filled in, “Morgan is in a hell of a mess.”

“What’s going on?”

My sister Morgan is two years older than me. We weren’t close growing up. Once she was in college, she never came home, so I hardly know her. She married Skeet, who was the prototypical quarterback. The only time I met him was at the wedding and I immediately despised him. He is beautiful and stupid and only aware of half of that.

“She refuses to say, but she calls on the verge of tears all the damn time.”

“Mom, I feel for her, but how is this my problem?”

“She wanted your number; seems your phone wasn’t working.”

“I’m sure that sitting in the evidence locker has run the battery down.”

Another sigh, “Never mind, we found you, that’s what we do. Now, I’ll text you Morgan’s number and you will call her.”

“Do you want…”

“NO. We don’t want to know anything. She married that penis with a head of wavy hair and we’re certain that is the problem. She’s just like you and won’t tell us shit, so we’re out and shall remain so. Good luck.”

Thus ended our conversation.

It took six calls, leaving a voicemail each time before Morgan called back.

“What happened to your phone?”

“Nice to hear from you, Morgan, how’s things?”

“No, seriously, you changed your number.”

I sigh, “I’ll text you the link.”

“Huh? Yeah, fine. Look, can you get some time off from the school?”

“What’s going on, Morgan? We haven’t talked since you got married and now you’re using our parents to find me.”

Morgan sighs, “Okay, quick. I think Skeet is fucking around and plans to leave me. He makes a shit-ton of money, but he hides it and I need to find it and find out what he’s doing before he gets smart.”

I laugh, feels good, haven’t done that in a while, “Get’s smart? If somebody gave Skeet a brain cell, it would be lonely.”

My sister sighs, lotta sighing going on, “You know what I mean, so, can you help me?”

“Read the link and call me back.”

Thirty minutes later my phone goes off.

“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me. Really? A student? A GIRL student? A senior? In her fucking car at the fucking mall?”

“I know the story.”

“They were naked and licking….”

I interrupt, “Yes, I know. I found out when somebody sent me the video.”

“Fuckin’ A.”

“So, to answer your question from your first call, yes I am free, but I don’t know what use I’ll be.”

“I need a partner in crime. You know a lot of computer shit and you can keep a secret. I have nobody to talk to here, they are all Skeet’s friends, and I can’t trust any of them.”

“I haven’t got two nickels to rub together.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll tell Skeet you’re visiting and put you in the guest house.”

Guest-HOUSE? Yikes. “You sure he won’t wonder why I dropped in out of the blue?”

“Um, no. Look, don’t get mad, but after reading that stuff my plan is to tell him I need to help you out.”

I’m steaming, but I hold it back. I need a change in fortune and a change in location, so maybe this is fate stepping in, “That is a shitty thing to do, but I sense you’re desperate.”

“I’m Sorry, Charlie, I really am. And, yes, I am desperate. If that prick leaves me, I got nothing.”

“So, looks like we really are partners in crime.”

Morgan laughs. Doesn’t sound like she has much practice, “Yeah, guess so. This could be fun.”

“You have a curious concept of fun, my sister. Text me the address.”

“Thank you, Charlie.”

Morgan lives on a horse farm. That’s what they call them but the only crop I see is money. Her ‘farm’ is in Wellington, outside West Palm Beach.

You see, our family comes from Indiana. Up there, a farm is hundreds of acres, and the yard is full of tractors and huge machines with bins, arms, and shit. We all moved south when Morgan got married. Seemed like a good idea.

In Wellington, a ‘farm’ is ten acres, every inch landscaped, except for the horse ring that is raked dirt. Not a turd in sight and a stable that you could eat off the floor. Farm my ass.

Chapter Two

It’s five-thirty in the afternoon. I park my ten-year-old Hyundai in front of the house/mansion. Wood frame with lots of little roofs, dormers, and windows. Grass as soft as a baby’s ass and as green as the money that created it.

I push the doorbell. The Westminster chimes ring out from the bowels of the interior. How original.

The door opens revealing a five-foot-nothing whisp of a girl with deep red hair, pale freckled skin, and green eyes that you’d rob a bank for.

“G’afternoon, you’d be Charles, the missus brother, welcome.”

I stand there and hope she’ll talk some more. God, I love the Irish.

“I’m Kate. Me brother Sean is the trainer. Let me take that and I’ll show you to your lodgins.”

Kate bends over in front of me to pick up my large duffel. Her loose tank top sags and reveals a perfect handful breast, freckled, with a small, hard, nipple. I look away. I need to behave.

The bag is large and heavy, and Kate has to walk bow-legged to carry it. “I can carry that.” I ask. “No, won’t do for the guest to carry their own bag. Mr. Arschloch won’t permit it.” She replies in that lilting dialect.

Rules are rules, but I feel like shit having this kid haul my bag.

The guest house is attached to the stable. A two-flight exterior stair accesses the second floor. I follow Kate who is wearing a loose pair of nylon shorts. I’m still on the first flite as she walks up the second set of stairs. The leg of her shorts open, and I can see the cotton undies she’s wearing, yellow with little birds holding back a thick pelt of that red hair, whisps sneaking out next to the mound in the middle. If I had any money, I’d offer all of it to her just to pull those shorts down and let me bury my face in her red pubic hair. I look away. I’m so fucking horny I’m looking at the help.

At the top landing, I catch up as Kate is opening the door. I can’t help but notice her nipples are rock hard and she’s sweaty. I look up at the flat roof of the building as a distraction, my cock is hard and I’m not happy about that.

We step into a hall, one door at our end of the hall, and looking right, four more doors down the hall with windows in the outside wall.

My ‘lodgins’ is a cozy one-room apartment. A queen bed, kitchenette, bathroom, large flat screen, love seat, and comfy chair, with one wall of well-stocked bookcases.

Kate puts my bag on the bed and faces me. The look in her eyes, as she runs them over me matches the feelings I have looking her over. I have to ask, “How old are you?

Kate blushes, smiles, runs her hands up and down her thighs, “I’m eighteen. I can show you my driver’s license.”

I feel my cock growing, and regret not looking at her longer. “No, I’ll take your word for it.”

Kate fidgets a bit, “Well, I’ve lots to do. If you need anything I’ll leave my number.”

The whole time Kate’s eyes are on the bulge in my shorts and mine are on the two hard nipples of her barely there tits.

I move my eyes up to meet hers. My face warms, “Thank you, that would be nice.”

She turns to leave, “Um, Kate?”

She turns back, ‘Yes, Mr. Charles?”

“Just Charlie, please. Um, I was wondering if I could, I dunno, buy you a coffee or tea?”

Kate smiles from ear to ear, then frowns, “I’d love that, Mr. Charlie. I’d love that so much, but I can’t.”

“Oh, there’s somebody else?”

Kate doesn’t answer right away, “No, not really. It’s Mr. Arschloch. My brother Sean is a horse trainer, he’s very good. He got me this job. When Mr. Arschloch hired me, he said if I fucked any of the guests, he’d fire me and Sean and ruin us.”

“Has he ever…?”

“Oh fuck no. Never. When he hired me, he said, I don’t want to fuck you, your tits are too small. What an ass.”

Seeing the look on my face, she laughs, “I’m sorry. Sean says I talk too much and I’ve no filter.”

“Well, at least I’ll always know how you feel.”

She’s blushing, “And I know how you feel too. Aw fook, there I go again.”

I know my cock is making a bulge in my shorts. I love talking to this girl, she’s so unfiltered.

“Well, since we can’t fuck, we can talk, right?”

Kate’s blushing again, “Aw, now yur makin fun o’me.”

I take her shoulders gently in my hands, she looks up, “No, not at all. I can behave, but I like talking to you. That okay?”

“I’d like that, but it can’t be here. I’ve no restraint.”

“Yeah, good plan. I doubt I could hold back either.”

I let her go and Kate is opening the door when she looks at me over her shoulder, “Ya know what I’m gonna go do?”

Now I blush. I’ve never talked to a woman like this, “I can imagine.”

“Well, Charlie, imagine it while you do the same.”

I want to strip down and masturbate. Kate is so beautiful and so unfiltered. But Skeet isn’t here, and I want to have a look around. I’ve never been to any place like this.

The stairs, though wood, don’t creak as I walk down. The guest house is a rectangle. At the far end is the stable, stalls on the ground floor, hay loft above. Everything is done in pastel paint and it looks like it was painted yesterday.

I walk the length of the house and I’m at the big horse door of the stable. I hear Kate, “Sean, he’s soooooo handsome, and he likes me, doesn’t mind my dirty mouth a’tall.”

“You can’t fuck him.”

I look around the corner. They’re standing in the closest stall. I can see them through a tangle of harnesses and stuff. I stay still, I want to hear more.

“I know. But jus bein around him gets me wet and my titties go hard.”

I stifle a gasp as I watch Sean’s hand come up and gently cup his sister’s breast, “This cute little titty?”

Kate doesn’t stop him, doesn’t move, “Aye, and the other one too.”

My cock is rock-hard, but I’m looking at incest. They are siblings. My cock doesn’t care. Kate’s hand is on her brother’s bulge, “I need you. Can we go to a room?”

“No, the guest is there, and he might be lookin around. Later.”

Kate is biting her lip, “Can I at least help you?”

Sean looks around, I stay frozen, and hope he doesn’t see me.

“Make it quick.”

My mouth hangs open as I watch that little whisp of a girl drop to her knees and work her brother’s belt loose. His hands are on her head as she drops his shorts. White briefs with a bulge and wet spot. Kate runs her hand over the bulge and Sean moans quietly, “Oh, Kate.”

She is focused on his cock. She slips her fingers into the waistband and slides her brother’s briefs down. Unlike me, he’s uncut; I remember that that is a European thing. With no fanfare or words, Kate slides her mouth over her brother’s cock and cups his balls with her hand.

“Oh, fuck, Kate, you are so good at sucking.”

She stops and looks up, “Cuz I love to suck, and I love my brother. I want your cum in my nasty mouth.”

I want to take my cock out but don’t. Kate must be good, or Sean is a quick shooter. In a minute, it’s over. I see his trim ass clenching, his hands are full of his sister’s hair, “Cummin. I’m gonna cum.”

Sean stifles a groan and I know he’s unloading in Kate’s willing mouth. I’ve never seen anything like this. I mean, who hasn’t heard of incest, now I see it, can’t deny it, and it is fucking hot. Kate looks up at her brother as she takes his cum. Knowing he’s done, she releases him and stands. The embrace and kiss and I know she’s sharing his cum. I did that with Jane, thought it was incredibly weird, but now, I think otherwise.

Typical male, Sean pulls his briefs and shorts up, “I hafta get back, lot’s to do.”

Kate’s looking around and then she sees me. Our eyes meet, she looks away, “Aye, me too.”

They both walk away from me, and I slip out and back to my room.

I’m on my bed, naked, a huge pool of cum on my belly. What’s wrong with me? I just saw two siblings committing an illegal and immoral act and I came like a fountain. Guess I like incest. But I remember what Kate said, ‘Go to a room?’ What did she mean?

And she saw me. She knows I watched her suck her brother’s cock.

My phone goes off. Morgan’s home, time for drinks and dinner.

Chapter Three

I haven’t seen Morgan in years. I missed her college graduation because I have Kegalbender’s complication, a rare ailment that gives you near-constant erections and doubles your semen output. I stayed home and hosed Jane. The constant erection thing faded, well, mostly, but not the semen output. The pictures show my sister in her gown and hat. She was always tall like mom, but she tended on the chunky side.

Morgan looks better than I remember. Mom keeps herself in great shape and Morgan looks just like her now. She’s wearing a slinky gown that clings to every curve. I walk in and Morgan comes to me and hugs me. I feel guilty, but she feels good in my arms. I convince myself that it’s only because I’ve been celibate for too long. In a boozy whisper, she says, “I’ll come by later.”

Skeet, just like I remembered him, stupid, beautiful, and self-absorbed. Firm handshake and a disingenuous smile.

It’s a pleasant meal. Nobody talks about what a loser I am. Morgan brings me up to date with her life, dressage, riding, horsey events she runs. Then it’s the Skeet show. After an hour of hearing about how he sells mansions on Star Island like they are shoes, and my sister and I sharing a look, I beg off, claiming I’m tired from my trip, and go to my room.

Morgan announces that she has office work and Skeet leaves to play poker or is that poke-her? I don’t know. I return to my cozy guest room, take a long shower, pasting the wall with my cum, put on athletic shorts and a tee, get a beer, settle on the loveseat, and put a movie on the huge flat-screen.

I’m an hour into the movie when the door opens and Morgan walks in wearing loose linen shorts and some flowy designer top.

“You don’t knock?” I ask.

She shrugs and drops into the lounge chair across from me, “My house. You mind?”

I don’t and say so. She’s my sister and my savior, so no knock is the least of my problems since Kate won’t be here either.

Morgan leans back and tosses one of her long, trim legs over the arm of the chair, giving me a clear look at her white lace thong and tawny stray pubic hairs, “That’s better. Now we can talk.”

It was at that moment that my life changed. Morgan is my sister, just my sister. Now, after seeing Kate and Sean, I’m looking at her as a woman, a fucking hot woman who is giving me a look at her panty-covered pussy. Then I understand; Morgan has been drinking, she’s looped and isn’t paying attention. I look anyway.

“Up here, perv, listen.”

I blush at being caught and get my eyes on hers. Now she’s all business.

“Like I told you, the dick is planning to leave me, I’m sure. He’s got oodles of money and I want it before he can leave.”

I hold up my hand, “I know computer stuff but nowhere near enough to know where dick-brain is hiding his money. His rich friends probably helped him.”

Morgan waves her hand, making her braless breasts move and hardening her nipples. I look away. Your sister, I say to myself.

“I know that. All his money is in Panama or something like that, you’d never find it. What I want is closer and harder to hide.”

Just like my fucking cock which is growing looking at her panties. I really need to get laid. I’m reaching a new low here. But I’m confused.

“He’s got that much cash hidden here?”

Morgan looks at me like I just got off the special kid’s bus, “Think, little brother, think.”

The little light bulb goes off, “Gold. He has gold here.”

Morgan smiles, “Bingo, a lot of it, and it’s somewhere in this building, or the stable. I saw him bringing some in one day. I have no idea where he has it, but I know it’s a lot. I overhear him talking to his friends at parties about dodging the IRS by using gold. That little douchebag is going to take all that gold and blow town with some teenager with huge boobs and ditch me with the shit to clean up when he goes bankrupt, leaving me in the dirt, broke.

I’m still not quite getting this, “So, why don’t you look for it?”

Morgan rolls her eyes, “Skeet has no idea I know. If he catches me poking walls or some shit, he’ll know. That’s why I need my pitiful unemployed, scandal-ridden little brother to scour this pile and find the goodies.”

“Thank’s. You make me sound like a fucking loser.”

Morgan gets up, walks over, and sits next to me on the loveseat. I can smell the alcohol on her breath. “Sorry, that’s what I’m telling Skeet to get him comfortable. He’s a paranoid little fucker and I have to make sure I keep up the dumb blond act. So, that’s the plan. Questions?”

“Where do I look?”

Morgan Shrugs, “I have no fucking idea. It’s in this building, that’s all I know. So, you in? We share the proceeds.”

My mind is going a hundred. This is crazy. I’m a boring schoolteacher. But this is the kind of adventure I’ve read about so many times. I stare at the frozen TV screen. I can feel Morgan’s eyes on me. I decide to do the one thing my little voice is telling me not to.

“I’m in.”

Morgan’s face lights up with a smile from ear to ear. She turns to me, pushes me over, and climbs on top of me, “I love you!”

She’s on top of me. All of her long lean body. I try to move so she won’t feel my cock, which has been hard since she walked in the door. No good, she’s on top and I feel her breasts against my chest as she presses her hips into mine. She has to feel my cock.

Morgan grabs my head, angles it, and kisses me right on my lips. She pulls back and sees my face. She gets up quickly, “Oh, sorry, Charlie, got a little carried away. I can’t tell you how much this means.”

My face feels warm, and I cross my legs to hide my cock, “S’ok, I understand. But I have no skill at this shit, so I don’t know how I’ll do this.”

Morgan is on her feet, by the door, “You’re a smart guy, Charlie, you’ll find it. Hug me goodbye.”

I offer a ‘brother hug’ and my sister blows past that and wraps herself around me. I put my hands on her lower back as she puts hers around my neck and pulls me in.

“This is nice. I miss being held.”

Not a good time to remind her I’m her brother, “I’m sorry life sucks for you.”

Morgan, talking into my neck her warm breath on that spot, “He never touches me anymore.”

Morgan doesn’t seem to mind that her pervert brother has a full erection pressed into her thigh. Hopefully, when she sobers up, she won’t remember this part. I pull back and turn away, “I’ll do my best.”

She leans in and quickly kisses me on the lips again, “You’ll find it.”

Morgan slips out the door and I take off my clothes and, for the first time, masturbate thinking about my sister. I feel like a creep, but I just can’t help it.

Chapter Four

It’s morning on day two of my stay. I’m going to need better curtains. I have to have a pitch-dark room to sleep. I lay in bed and masturbate, picturing Kate on her knees with her brother’s cock in her mouth and the feel of my sister’s body on mine. She was drunk, I say to myself. Just because Kate and Sean are doing it, doesn’t mean everybody does. It doesn’t help and I cum imagining what my sister looks like naked. I feel guilty, but I cum like crazy. It’s that thing I got back then, it never left, I just adapted to it.

Sitting at the glass table on the Lanai, Kate comes in with my coffee and food. She’s blushing hard and not making eye contact. She’s worried I’ll say something and fuck up her life here. I mean, who could blame her? Incest is illegal and immoral, but based on what I saw, it’s also fun. How my views are evolving.

As Kate puts the plate in front of me, I gently lay my hand on hers. Her eyes are wide, and I can hear her panting. I gently squeeze, “Kate, it’s okay. Your secret is safe with me.”

Her sigh of relief is almost a gasp, “Really? Please don’t fuck with me, Charlie.”

I’m holding her hand now, it’s so tiny and I envision it holding her brother’s erect penis. I smile. “Such a mouth on you. Not a word to anyone. My promise.”

“What do I have to do…?”

I squeeze her hand, “No, don’t even suggest that. I’ve never taken advantage of a woman and never will. Does Sean know?”

Kate takes her hand back, “NO, and I won’t tell him. He’d freak out. Twas me that started it all.”

“I’d love to hear that story.”

Kate takes her hand back and gives me that smile, “I bet you would, Dirty Charlie, I bet you would.”

Kate walks back into the house, a spring in her step, no doubt feeling a huge relief. And, yes, I would very much like to hear how she seduced her brother. Okay, I’m a perv, but I don’t care.

Skeet is working around the ‘farm’ with Sean and the head groundskeeper. They are all over the place so any investigating will have to wait.

There is a large rectangular pool behind the stable, what a surprise. I put on my tired old swim shorts, and a book, and settle on one of the lounges, fantasizing that I live here.

I wake up when I hear the gate open. A very tall, very beautiful woman around fifty, walks in. A magnificent pair of after-market tits, chestnut hair, and a perfect tan. She’ wearing a translucent gown with a belt loosely tied.

“Well, hello. Who the fuck are you?”

I laugh, it’s just too absurd, “I’m Morgan’s brother, Charlie.”

Then I notice; she’s half-looped, at ten O’clock in the morning, no doubt the reason for her warm greeting. She takes a drink from the insulated cup she’s carrying and drops her towel on the lounge next to me, tilting her sunglasses up to reveal azure eyes, “Oh yeah, Morgan said you were visiting, nice to meet you. You’re cute. I’m Charlene.”

She turns away and puts the cup on a small table. Turning back, she catches my eye that has never stopped scoping her body, and nods toward the pool, “You mind?”

Embarrassed, I look at the pool and then back at her. “Oh. Uh, no, I guess.”

I feel like a perv, but she is a beautiful woman. I look down at my book as I listen to her. Movement catches my eye, and I look up to see Charlene’s naked body arcing into the pool, those magnificent breasts in perfect profile. She barely makes a splash.

I watch her swim a few laps while I pretend to read. It’s not just that I haven’t had sex in almost a year, the woman is gorgeous. I don’t care that she’s twenty years older. She has perfect form and watching her tan body glisten with the water and her tight ass, breaking the surface makes me hard. I see something shiny in her butt. I look away and shift my cock to hide it.

Charlene gets out at the far end of the pool and slowly walks towards me. I just stare, knowing she wants me to look.

She stops at the lounge next to mine, picks up her towel, and looking into my eyes, dries her breasts, massaging them really. She smiles.

“Nice to know a woman twice your age can get you hard.”

I blush hard and move my hands.

“Stop. Let me enjoy the view.”

Since I have tacit permission, I look her over. Not a hint of fat anywhere, complete tan, and her pussy was as smooth as the rest of her. As she moves, I can see the lips of her sex.

She turns and bends over to dry her legs, giving me a perfect view of her vagina, now very wet and very open. Behind it, the round jewel of the butt plug. After Jane left, I discovered porn, never needing it before that, and I have been educating myself since then, surprising myself with what I like to watch.

Charlene turns back and drops the towel, “Take them off.” She says. I stare, not comprehending. She smiles, “Morgan said you were a little reserved. I’ve shown you my body and I’d like to see yours since it’s obvious you like mine.”

I’ve had sex with two women in my life. My wife was a sex machine, well until. I have no experience with what is going on here. But she does have a point so I pick up my ass and slide my worn-out swim trunks off, letting my erection out to see the day. I drop them next to the lounge.

“Very nice.” Charlene says as she settles on the end of my lounge, throwing a long lithe leg to each side, “You have a nice cock, Charlie.” She says as her long fingers slid down her flat abdomen and towards her slit.

“Not something I hear every day.” I reply, getting my wit back.

She laughs, “There’s hope for you, young man. Now, I use the pool here every day. After I swim, I masturbate. Do you mind?”

I’m getting into this now, “What sort of man would I be to deny a guest their pleasure?”

Now Charlene’s fingers spread the lips of her vagina; she is very wet, and her clitoris is out fully. Her fluid runs out and over the jewel of that butt plug. My cock twitches as her finger slides inside, “Would you like to join me? We can’t fuck or suck, my husband’s rule.”

“Thank you. Don’t mind if I do.” I say, taking my cock in my hand.

Charlene fingers herself watching me, “You look dry,” She says as she cups her hand, collects some of her copious lubricant, and slides her hand down my cock. She sees my eyes, “Don’t cum, baby, wait for me.”

Did I mention I haven’t had sex in almost a year? Not cumming is a battle. Charlene cheers me on, “I love watching you, Charlie. I love your cock. You see how fucking wet I am? You’re younger than my kids. This is like fucking my own son. You gonna cum for mama, baby?”

“I’m sorry,” I say, panting, “I can’t hold back.”

Charlene inches forward until my cock is almost touching her pussy, “On me, Charlie, cum all over my cunt.”

‘Cunt’ did it. I feel the electric pulse of my orgasm come up from my feet, through my balls and I was there. A long thick arc of cum shoots out and nails Charlene’s open vagina. Another, me stroking hard, this one splashing on the top of her slit, on that hard clitoris, another on her hand now ramming her pussy, her orgasm flooding around it. Number four ended up on those huge tits and five was right in the middle of her face. I cum a lot. That Kegalbenders thing. Charlene is rubbing her pussy slowly, her tongue extended, licking my cum off her lips, “Oh fuck, man. You always cum like that?”

I nod in agreement. Charlene gets up, slips on her robe, “You are gonna be a very popular young man. I gotta go home now. Ralph is waiting to lick all this off of me. Stop by sometime, Ralph would love it from the source.”

I blush again, “Thanks, but not my thing.”

Charlene walks out the gate, letting it close behind her. Life here just gets better and better.

Alone again, I debate staying naked but decide that Morgan will not be amused. I go back to reading. The squeaky hinges on the gate announce a visitor.

Morgan walks in, “You’re loafing.”

My mouth wants to answer but my eyes won’t let it.

Last night, I got a hint of what Morgan looks like now. Today, I got the full thing. Her body—I guess you’d call it a swimmer’s build, wide shoulders, small hips is now hard and trim, abs defined, obvious muscles in her arms and legs. Sun-bleached blonde hair and those same blue eyes. She stops in front of me.

“Stop staring you creep, I’m your sister.”

She’s wearing a conservative bikini, at least by what I think Florida standards are. Her breasts were never huge, I’d call them proportional to her five-ten height. I run my eyes over her and pause at her hips. There’s a mound and a few strays. I saw that last night, but it’s more obvious now in the bright sunlight. I can’t help it, that’s a thing with me. Jane never shaved and I loved it, now I’m seeing the tawny wispy strays on Morgan’s mound and I’m getting hard again. ‘This is your sister, asshole.’ I remind myself and get under control.

“You’ve changed,” I say, acknowledging the obvious.

Morgan laughs, “Been years, little bro. I’m a fitness geek now. Gym, tanning salon, horseback riding, nothing like it. Come on, jump in.”

We swim a bit, mostly me watching my sister do laps, noticing that she also has a perfect half-circle ass and hating myself for thinking that.

We stand waist-deep on the shady side of the pool and talk. Morgan looks around. I laugh, “Looking for something?”

“Don’t fucking laugh. You have no idea what this life is like.”

Now I look around, “You got that right.”

She puts her hand on my shoulder, it feels good, “No, you must be careful at all times. We have help and the help have eyes and ears and mouths.”

“Oh, yeah. Never thought of that,” I say, remembering what I saw yesterday and now aware that peeking can go both ways.

Morgan continued, “All I know, I told you last night. Skeet is here this morning but later he has to go fuck some old cunt on Star Island to get her to buy a house.”

I stared at her, she shook her head, “I don’t know that, just assume it. He’s beautiful and I’m positive he fucks to sell,” Morgan looks around, “I gotta go. I’ve got dressage training.”

“Hey, Morgan, who’s Charlene?”

Morgan’s face lights up and she laughs, “She get naked for you?”

I blush, “Yeah.”

Morgan is walking away, “That’s Skeet’s partner’s wife. Stay away from her, she will devour you, my poor naive brother.”

As I watch my sister’s ass undulate away, I think, not as naïve as I was a few days ago, that’s for sure.

As Morgan disappears into the house, the gate opens again, and Skeet comes in and stands before me, “Why aren’t you looking for a job, loser.”

“I just got here.”

Skeet shifts his weight to one foot, “So the fuck what? Go get a fucking job. They don’t pay teachers shit down here, so don’t bother with that. Go get a real job. I sure as fuck hope you’re good at something, it sure isn’t fucking since your cunt wife had to lick teen pussy to get off.”

He’s got me. He makes millions and I am a loser, “Thank you for your hospitality. I’ll work on that.”

Skeet moves in until he is inches away, “And keep to your little room and the house. Don’t get fucking nosey or bad things will happen. Got it?”

Not bothering to wait for my answer, he turns and leaves, mumbling “Fucking loser,” As he walks out the gate. Then I notice it, Skeet carries a gun, a small one, but still a gun. What does a real estate salesman need with a gun?

I stare at the gate. Skeet having a gun and threatening violence puts this mission in a very different light. I’m not telling Morgan about my meeting with Skeet. She needs to get out of here and I’m the only one that can make that happen.

Chapter Five

An hour later, I see Skeet take off in his Porsche. Now I can get to work.

So, this guest house is weird. Two story, with an office and lounge on the first floor and, when you walk up the stairs from the lounge to the second floor, there’s the door to my room, which takes up one end of the building, then that hall with the four doors. I open the first one. It’s a small bedroom, only big enough for a twin bed and a chair, no window, just a mirror on the wall opposite the door; more like a cell. The other three are the same.

It’s an hour later. I’ve gone over every inch of the guest house, nothing, well, nothing obvious. I knew this would be tough, but now I’m doubting I can find the gold. The stable is next, but Sean is headed that way with one of the horses; I’ll go back later.

It’s fucking hot and humid, so I put my suit on and head for the pool, hoping to have another masturbation party with Charlene.

I sit for a while, swim some, no Charene, and Sean is still in the stable yard, so back to my room.

Sitting in the chair I stare at the bookshelves. Something isn’t right. There are hundreds of books and the whole thing must be fifteen feet long. Wait, fifteen feet? I get up and pace the length of the shelves, fourteen, actually. I go out to the first little bedroom and pace its depth. Only eight feet deep and the hallway is three feet wide. Holy shit, there’s something behind those books.

I’m examining the bookcase closest to the wall, every fucking inch. Now I see it. There’s just a little gap between the outside one and the next one. The others are screwed tight. This is a fucking door. Really? This is so cliché, a secret fucking door. But why? Gold, baby, that’s why.

I’m running my fingers over that bookcase, poking, rubbing, testing the trim for secret buttons. No good. Now I look for the light fixture on the wall that you pull, nothing. I’m tilting the old books, looking for the one that has a wire to open the door. I love these kinds of movies. I pull on a book and it falls out. I stare at the space. Behind the book is a little compartment in the wall with a fucking doorknob. I sigh, what a disappointment, so ordinary.

The passageway hasn’t been entered in years, thick dust all over the floor. It’s barely two feet wide and unfinished. I smile. First day on the job and the loser brother has found dickhead’s hiding place. I turn on my cell phone flashlight, turn sideways, and slide in. This is more fun than I’ve had in a year.

There’s lights attached to the beams overhead, but I don’t see a switch. Okay, this is weird. There are four windows, for lack of a better word, on the house side of the wall. Black glass really. I’ll figure that out later.

At the end of the hall, I hit the end of the house. No secret room full of gold. What the fuck? I scan the floor with the weak light from my phone. My feet have disturbed the dust. No other tracks. This is not the secret room. But what is it? No door at the other end, just the one door into my room.

Somebody is in the building; I shut off my light, just in case. I hear the door and steps on the wood floor. I jump when the black panel in front of me lights up; now I get it. The mirror in each room is two-way glass and Kate just walked into the room and flicked on the light. Who would build a place like this, and why? Kate puts the towel she is carrying on the bed then pulls the bed over in front of the mirror. My curiosity about this place is gone. I think I’m going to like what’s going on.

Kate has the bed about a foot or so away from the mirror. She goes back to the door, opens it, sticks her head out, listening, for me? I look at the glass, making sure I can’t be seen. I lean back a little and hold still.

Kate shuts the door, which I notice has no lock. She stands on the far side of the bed, three feet from the window and my fondest wish is granted. Crossing her arms she flicks off her tank top and exposes her breasts. I put my hand in my mouth to stifle a gasp. Not big, small actually, a handful, but oh, so perfect. Pale skin with a spray of freckles, her nipples, tiny, but now long and hard. Kate massages her breasts, smiling. I slide down my shorts, letting my erection free.

I’m masturbating as Kate massages her perfect little tits. She leans down, trying to get a nipple in her mouth, not quite big enough. She steps back from the bed and time goes into slow mo, as her fingers slide inside the waistband of her shorts and push them down. I have to stop stroking. I’m too close to cumming.

Kate slides her shorts off and now she’s standing in that little room in just her panties. I was right, they are the cotton kind, Carters, I think, worn by younger kids. Pink, with unicorns on them and a big fat wet spot over the mound, stray, copper-colored strands bursting out the leg holes. I struggle to stay quiet, but I’m panting. I know, I should not look, this is an invasion of her privacy, I’m a creep. Oh well. I step out of my shorts and take off my shirt. I’m standing naked in the secret passageway of my sister’s house watching a teenager strip. I don’t fucking care; this is so hot.

Kate runs her small hands over her body, I can hear her sigh, but it’s coming from the top of the mirror. I feel up there, a small door, I open it and now I can hear everything.

“Oh Charlie, touch me. I’m sooo needy.” She’s saying as her hands caress her body. I have my hands on the wall. If I touch my dick, I’ll explode. Her hand moves down her flat belly and slowly covers her pussy mound over those cute cotton panties. I see a finger probing and pushing. She’s moaning.

“Ah, Charlie, that’s the spot. Touch me. Go inside.”

Her fingers slip into the leg hole. She gasps as she touches her pussy. I am literally drooling, and my cock is dripping precum on the dusty floor.

Kate is panting, “Oh, Charlie, don’t tease me. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy.” Her hand pulls back, and she shoves off her soaked panties.

I’m in heaven. She doesn’t trim or shave and has a magnificent thatch of bright red pubic hair already wet. As she kicks her panties away, I can see the lips of her vagina, clear drops of fluid at the ends. I’m going to fuck that. She wants me as much as I want her.

Kate spreads the towel on the bed and sits facing the door. Nooo!

Then all my pervert dreams are answered as she rotates on the bed, moves to the edge, and puts her feet against the wall on each side of the mirror. Her vagina is gorgeous. So open and wet, her little clit sticking out and a rivulet of milky white cum trailing out and over her cute little asshole. And it’s inches from that mirror. I can hear the slosh of her fingers on her pussy as she rubs her clit.

“Lick me, Charlie, lick my clitty. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Her pussy opens and a flood pours out. Now I know why she brought the towel. Kate’s gasping, “Oh fuck, Charlie, that was a good one. Now, fuck me. Fuck my pussy.”

I put my hand on my cock. I can’t stand it. Kate bunches two fingers and rams them into her vagina, “Oh fuck yes! Slam me, Charlie. Oh, baby, harder!”

I’m jacking fast now, trying to time it so we cum together. Kate is staring at the mirror, her eyes wild as she’s cumming.

She yanks her hand out and a jet of fluid follows, splashing against the mirror. My cum flies out splashing against the window. I can’t stop cumming. Kate’s hand keeps rubbing her clit, slowing as her orgasm subsides. Grabbing my clothes I slip back up the hiding space and back to my room.

After cleaning up, I try to get back to the main issue. Kate is gone so I go back into the passageway. I find the switch and now the tunnel is fully lit.

After half an hour, I don’t know much more than I did before. Each of the four rooms has a two-way mirror and a little door to hear what goes on in the room. It’s all open stud and there is no gold. Other than getting to watch a beautiful girl masturbate moaning my name, the day has been a failure.

After a careful examination, I find a small door at the end of the hall where it connects to the stable, but it won’t open. I’ll have to find the other side, but Sean has been training a horse inside all day.

About three, I get a text, ‘Swim with me.’ Morgan. I change and head for the pool.

I’m in the water when Morgan comes out. The conservative bikini is now a tiny collection of triangles with a string up her perfect round ass. I work at not staring. Bad enough to lust after a high school girl, but Morgan doesn’t seem to care. Must be a Florida thing, just like the boner I have looking at my fucking sister. What a perv, but I can’t help it.

I stand at the shallow end as my sister does laps, enjoying seeing that firm, round ass flexing as she swims. After three laps she stops and walks to me, draping her arms over my shoulders, I can smell the alcohol on her breath.

“I’m so glad you’re here. This looks like a great life, but I’m trapped here with that oaf, and I hate every minute.”

“Is that why you drink so much?”

I rest my hands on her waist, I can feel the little string. I’m hard and I’m guilty about thinking this fucked up shit with my sister.

“It’s the only way I can survive.”

“I’m sorry it’s so bad.”

We stand in the sun. The pool filter kicks on, pushing the water around us. Morgan looks over my shoulder, “I don’t fuck him anymore.”

“I don’t need to know that.”

She’s talking, unburdening, “I can’t. He’s got a dick like a doorknob, the head, it’s huge, and he’s rough all the time, it’s like I’m being raped. He damn near killed me one night fucking my face with that thing, and I had to run away when he wanted to stick it up my ass.”

I open my mouth to reply, but she’s not done, “You see how furry I am. He won’t let me trim my pussy. He says it’ll keep other men from fucking me. What an asshole. I’ve had so many propositions from guys that love my furry pussy. One of these days…”

Morgan moves and my covered erection brushes her thigh. She pauses and moves again, confirming. Now she’s gonna call me a pervert and toss me out, gold or no gold. She looks at me, “Sorry, that was way too much information, but I have to tell somebody. You’re family, so it’s okay. Right?”

If Morgan touched my cock right now, I’d cum. Dirty talk sets me off, and hearing it from my sister makes it worse.

“You can tell me anything, Morgan.”

She moves back, we’re eye-to-eye, she’s biting her lip, “Anything?”

I keep my distance, “Yeah, anything. Like you said, we’re family. I’d do anything for you.”

Morgan turns away, and I just barely hear her, “Careful what you offer, brother.”

She walks up the cast-in stairs, not using the railing. The water runs off her hard body, her firm ass flexes as she takes each step. A rivulet of water runs down her back and between the perfect globes of her ass. I realize—I’m in love with my sister.

I can’t take my eyes off Morgan’s body as she walks into the house. I don’t know what to do. This whole thing is getting out of hand.

I’m tired of the pool. I get out and go to my room, making a plan for tomorrow, after masturbating.

Chapter Six

I’m standing naked after my shower when there’s a knock on my door. Can’t be Morgan, she doesn’t knock. I wrap my towel and open the door.

“I brought you some more towels.”

We both know I don’t need any towels, but I step back and let Kate in. She steers around me and looks for a place to put the towels I don’t need. I point to the bed.

“Kate, I need to apologize, and explain.”

She’s wearing the same clothes I watched her take off to masturbate. I’m standing in just a towel and my dick is getting hard. Kate plunks the towels on the bed and turns to look at me.

“I know we agreed not to be alone together, but I need to know that we won’t be overheard.”

“I’ll behave.”

Kate sits in the armchair, smiles, and points, “With just that towel, you’ll have to, Dirty Charlie.”

I sit on the loveseat and pull a blanket off the back, laying it on my lap, “There, now I’m safe.”

“So, Sean and me…”

“It’s none of my business, Kate. You don’t have to tell me. I was shocked, but not offended.”

Kate leans back, “Charlie, I gotta tell someone. I know I can trust you, right? You’re not gonna get all wound up and come over here and grab my tiny titties?”

“No, I won’t, even if you ask and I like your little titties.”

Kate blushes right down to her chest, “Thank you.” She gets up and walks around the room as she talks, nervous, “I had a man on the other side, older, he was my first and I discovered I liked sex a lot, couldn’t get enough. Then his wife caught us, and I had to leave. Sean got me this job; I owe him everything. But I was so fukin’ horny all the time.”

“I understand. My ex-wife was a sex freak. We did it all the time, all over. But I wasn’t enough. She got caught in a sixty-nine with a high school senior. We were both teachers and both got fired and blackballed.”

“It was a girl?”

“Yes.”

“Never done that…” Kate says, quietly. She sits and leans on her thighs, “So, Sean and me.”

“You don’t have to.”

Kate sighs, “I want to, Charlie. I want to tell you, okay?”

“You sure this is a good idea?”

Kate fidgets in the chair, “Well, I’m soakin right now, but we promised, right?” She looks at my waist, “You hard, Charlie?”

Now I’m blushing, “Yes. Is that a problem?

Kate just smiles.

“It started after I got here. Mr. Arschloch has us staying at another house. Told us he doesn’t want the help nosin about the place. He carries a gun; did ya know that? That fuck Ralph does too.

“Yes, I saw it today.”

Kate leans in, “Don’t fuck with him. I saw it on the other side, the IRA. I see it in his eyes, he’s a fuckin’ killer. His partner Ralph…”

I jump in, “And his wife, Charlene.”

Kate laughs, “Ah, you’ve met. Did she keep her clothes on?’

“Fuck no.”

“She asked if I wanted to muck about with the two of them, I declined, then I found out they asked Sean. We both think they’re creepy. We live in two rooms in their big fookin’ house. I lock my door every night, so does Sean.

“Well, me bein me, I’m rubbin’ one out every night and every mornin’ and it’s still not enough. So, one mornin, I’m doin it in the shower, and the hot water runs out. I’m near cummin so I shut it off. Just as I’m cummin the door bursts open and there’s Sean, looking at his naked sister with her hand on her pussy, cummin, and I can’t stop. He just stands there and watches for a few seconds and then leaves. I finish cummin, likin getting caught.”

Kate pauses, I shake my head, “You are the dirtiest girl I’ve ever met.”

“Should I stop? I’m sorry if I put you off.”

I rub my bulge, “Hardly, I just envy Sean.”

Kate blushes and continues.

“I had no shame. I love my brother and we’ve never even hinted at sex, but I’m so horny and he’s safe, ya know? Won’t hurt me or break my heart, just a bit of fun between siblings.

“Well, he didn’t see it that way, well just yet. He was horrified he’d seen me naked and worse masturbatin. He apologized a hundred times. I laughed it off, tryin to loosen things up, told him be careful, I might do the same to him. Oh, how he blushed. Then I knew my brother wanks in the shower.

“I didn’t wait. The next mornin’ the Callahan’s were gone, and Sean was in the shower. I stripped off and walked into the bathroom, very quiet. I heard him stroking, sayin my name, the dirty boy. I pulled the curtain back and there he was, hard as he could be.

“There were no words. He got out of the shower and hugged me. We kissed like we were drowning. I lay down and my brother fucked me right on that bathroom floor with the shower still runnin’ and getting water all over us. We both came; him deep inside me. ‘I love you, Kate,’ he said as he came. I lay on that cold tile floor happier than I had ever been. We went back to my bed and Sean put his mouth on my pussy. He cleaned me up and made me cum, oh hell, I don’t know how many times. Then I put his hard cock in my mouth. I wanted his cum so bad.”

Kate stops talking. Her eyes are wild, “Dirty Charlie, I’ve got to do it. I’ve got to rub one out.”

She stands and whips off her shirt, no bra, “So, you still like my little titties?”

I’m not thinking at all. I throw off the blanket, my cock has found the opening in the towel, “What do you think?”

Kate has her shorts off now, “We can’t fuck. It’d break Sean’s heart. Just rubbin one out together, okay? Can I trust you?”

I stand up and toss the towel away, “Yes, you can. No fucking. Take your panties off, I want to see your pussy.”

Kate moans, “Oh, you are so bad. Here, have a good look.”

She shoves her Carters’ panties down to mid-thigh. I swear I’m drooling. Yes, I watched her masturbate, but now there is nothing between us and I can smell how excited she is.

Kate leans back, “Look at how wet you make my pussy, Charlie. This is so wrong and so dirty, and I think I just came.”

I’m standing three feet away, obeying the rules. Kate’s looking between her legs where a dribble of her cum is pooled in the already-soaked gusset of those panties. She looks up, her eyes still wild, “Closer, Charlie, stroke that lovely cock for me. Did you like seeing me on my knees in that straw with my brother’s cock in my mouth?”

I halve the distance, Kate has her hand over her pussy, and I can see a finger moving, “Closer, I’ll behave, I promise.”

Now we are inches apart. The tip of my cock brushes her pubic hair as I stroke. Kate moves her hand to my hip and pulls me in. Now, my erection is in her red nest, I move my hand away and I feel the nub of her clitoris rubbing the head of my cock. She looks up into my eyes, “Ya can’t go in. Rub it with your cock, Charlie, I’m close.”

I move my hand up and hold her small breast, my fingers grasping the nipple.

“Oh fuuuucck!” Kate yells and a torrent pours out of her, over my cock, and down into her panties. “Oh, Kate!” I yell as the best orgasm I’ve ever had washes over me and I cum, bolt after bolt, thick, long, shots of my cum filling those panties. I’m shaking from the energy. I step back, letting go of her breast, knowing I’ll never touch it again.

Kate is standing, her soaked panties still at midthigh. We’re both sweating and shaking. Kate takes a deep breath, “Dirty Charlie. We can never do that again.” She looks down, runs her finger through the mess in her panties, looks up at me, “Jaysus, do you always cum like that?”

I laugh, now self-conscious about my nakedness, looking for my towel as Kate pulls those cotton panties back up, “I may never wash these.” She says, smiling.

“But what do I get?” I ask, just being whimsical.

Kate has pulled those panties up tight against her pussy, “Maybe I’ll leave you some. I’ve got nicer ones than these. All full of my cum, but only on one condition.”

I’m still standing naked, now my cock is coming back to life, “Which is?”

Kate has her shorts and shirt on now, “You cum in them. Then I’ll wear them.”

She’s at the door now, “Looks like that fella needs another go.”

“Kate, you are the dirtiest girl I’ve ever met.”

Kate shut the door, I barely hear her, “You should get to know your sister better, you’ll think otherwise.”

I stare at the door as I hear her footfall down the stairs. Her scent is still in the air as I masturbate, again.

I’m wiping the mess off my belly when my phone goes off. Morgan, “So, how you doin, little bro?”

I decide to keep the secret passage secret for now, “There’s nothing in the guest side. I have to get into the loft.”

Morgan cuts me off, “He’s back. I’ll stop by tonight.”

Skeet is his usual self at dinner. All chatty and nice. Now I know why he is so successful, he’s a chameleon, changing his color to suit his environment. Morgan is not as good. Her conversation is strained; her husband is leering at her. She’s hitting the wine hard tonight. I’ve had enough, “Thank you for a lovely meal but I have to go back to my job search.”

Skeet gives me a menacing nod and an arrogant smile. Fuck him.

It’s almost eleven when I hear Morgan on the stairs. I look up as she comes in and gasp. Her hair is wet from the shower. There’s finger bruises on her arms and she’s not walking right, and she’s crying. She falls into my arms.

“I fucking hate him so fucking much. After dinner, he tells me he’s horny. Kate was still working in the kitchen. It was awful, Charlie. He ripped my clothes off, right in the dining room. Threw me on the table and jammed that fucking doorknob up my pussy. I was dry, it hurt so fucking much. He fucking raped me, his wife. Like I’m property.”

Morgan is drunk, very drunk. I’m so pissed I can barely see. I want to go into that house and beat the shit out of him.

Morgan backs up and unbelts her robe, letting it fall to the floor, “Look at me. Look what he’s done.”

I’m finally seeing my sister naked and all I want to do is cry. She has bruises on her breasts, her hips and thighs. A red handprint on the side of her face. I so want to kill that man. I pick up her robe and drape it over her.

“Morgan, you didn’t need to do that, I get it.”

Morgan clamps her body to mine, “Let me stay here tonight, please. I’ll do anything.”

Her hand moves and brushes my cock, which has remained flaccid. I press her away, “You’re very drunk. Go back to the house, use a guest room, lock the door. You’re in no condition to make decisions tonight.”

Morgan clamps on again, now my body is responding and I’m getting hard when she whispers, her lips brushing mine, “I love you, Charlie and I just want to show you how much you mean to me.”

I step back, “Get back to the house, now. I mean it. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

She looks towards her four-thousand square foot house like it’s a gallows, “I hate him so fucking much. Find that gold, Charlie. Find it for me, for us.”

Chapter Seven

I sleep like shit all night. My ears perk up when I think I hear someone outside near dawn. No knock and no Morgan, so I guess it’s the wood moving with the temperature. I get out of bed, naked, like always, my room as dark as a tomb, just the way I like it.

I blink when I open the door. Too fucking sunny down here. Hanging on the outside knob is a thong. A beautiful, lacy purple thong. I slip a finger in, pick it up, it feels heavy, and close the door.

Oh, that Kate. The gusset is soaked. She told me she had other panties, and these are beautiful.

I press the gusset to my mouth, tasting her, tart, but sweet and so wet. My other hand is stroking my cock, reliving that feeling of it touching her pussy as we came at the same time. I can’t believe I’m going to cum so fast. I hold the panty in front of my cock as I fill the gusset. A large white pool sitting on top of Kate’s cum. I’m gasping. That little girl is a curse.

I know she comes in to clean, so I leave her cum-filled panty on the counter with a note, “Thank you.” And a smiley face and a bad drawing of a boner.

I grab some breakfast from the kitchen in the big house. All the cars are gone. Kate left a note that she and Sean were going for supplies. Time to check the loft.

Bales of hay up to the roof. I shouldn’t be surprised, it is a stable, but I need to get to that wall behind them, and not leave a trail. I don’t have time to move I don’t know how many hay bales and put them back. Ah, but there’s a gap at one end. Not much, barely enough, but I can get through.

I sidle past three rows of bales; I never would have been able to move them all and get them back in place. It occurs to me that that was not accidental.

I’m at the back wall and I see it. A door. A new steel door with one of those four-button combination locks. Fuck. Well, he’s hiding something in there, I just can’t get in. I look up at the rafter and get an idea. I’m going to have to trust Kate. I send her a text. She replies, “Okay, but be careful, my Dirty Charlie.”

I’m drenched in sweat as I climb the stairs back to my room. Morgan’s car is back and so is Sean’s. I can see Charlene swimming naked in the pool. Some life. Checking the clock, I’m surprised, I was up in that loft for almost an hour and a half. Way the fuck too long. I strip to shower and notice that the thong is gone, a smiley face in pink next to mine on my note.

A text, “Got your stuff, DC. I’ll leave it on the steps.”

I asked her to get a WIFI surveillance camera, as small as possible. It’s a good one. Still, knowing I have no place to conceal it, it looks huge, but it’s the only way.

I take a chance and slip back behind the hay. I’m taking way too long, but I can’t find the right angle, I’ve got to be able to see the buttons on the lock. I get it set up, hope like hell Skeet won’t see it, and slip back out.

I shower after being in the humid loft. A knock on my door; has to be Kate. I towel up, wondering why I bother at this point, and let her in.

“Was that what you wanted?”

She’s got Khaki shorts and a tee on, both sweaty. She gives me the quick once-over, “We can’t do that again Dirty Charlie, I’ll lose control.”

I ignore her remark, knowing she’s right and not wanting to fuck up her life, “It’s perfect, thank you.”

Kate isn’t leaving. I stand and wait. She finally speaks, “It’s none of my business, but I feel I need to tell you.”

“Go ahead, Kate. You’ve earned the right to say anything.”

“Mr. Arschloch raped your sister last night, right on the dinnin’ room table. I was in the kitchen, heard it, saw it. I wanted to take a knife and stab the fucker. I’m sorry to tell you, but I think you need to know what a piece of shit he is.”

Kate’s looking down at the floor, I place my finger under her chin and lift her face, “Morgan told me last night.”

Kate is looking away,

“There’s more?” I ask.

“Did she tell you that fuck, Ralph was there too?”

Anger from a place deep inside me rages. Memories from an earlier time. I touch Kate and she turns back to me as I say, “Thank you. I’m sorry you had to see that. I’m glad you felt you could tell me.” I hate what happened, but I know that retribution will occur. I know what I have to do. I have to make a call.

Kate lunges and we hug. My towel falls. I don’t care, she’s crying, “He is so evil. I hate him. If he tried that with me, I’d kill him. Sean’s got a good job offer; they’ll take me too. We won’t be here much longer.”

She feels so fucking good against me. All the visions roll through my mind, her on her knees with Sean’s cock in her mouth, my hand holding her breast, the feel of her clit and pubic hair on my cock, her scent. I drop my hand and take a gentle handful of her perfect teenage ass.

Kate moans, her arms around my neck pull me closer, she’s grinding her pussy against my cock. She looks up and presses me away, smiling, “You’re impossible, Dirty Charlie. You flip my fucking switch every time. Jus’ bein’ near ya does it.”

Kate backs up and her hands go to the snap on her shorts. She lets them drop and shows me her green lacy thong, “Told ya I had nicer ones. Look what you do to me.”

The gusset is shades darker. Kate runs her hand over the fabric and my cock twitches. Kate steps out of her shorts, her eyes never leave my cock. She kneels, “You better say no, Dirty Charlie, or I’m gonna suck that cock.”

I just smile. Kate’s looking up at me, “Did you like watching me suck Sean? It’s so wrong, but we love it.”

Her hand comes up and gently grasps my cock, “The fella I had, that older one? He was my uncle. I’ll tell ya how it happened someday, but it was my idea.”

Kate’s mouth is inches from the head of my cock. Her thumb caresses the head, capturing the pre-cum, “Oh you’re ready, Dirty Charlie. Ready for me to slip my mouth over this lovely cock, just like I do to my brother. Did you like watching me commit incest?”

I’m panting, “Yes. I have no experience with it. Then I saw you and your brother. It turns me on, but I think it’s pretty rare.”

Kate’s small hand grips the base of my cock, “Not as rare as you think. Cum in my mouth, Charlie.”

Maybe it’s because I haven’t had a blowjob in forever, but Kate’s mouth is magic. I fill my hands with her red hair and look down as she looks up. Her tongue is all over, her lips clamped. She stops, smiles, “Sorry, but I so love doin’ this.”

This is so unreal. I’m looking down at a teenage girl on her knees, holding my rigid cock and licking the head, “You’re beautiful, Kate.”

“Aw, yur jus’ sayin that cause I’m blowing you.”

I run my hand through her hair, “You know that’s a lie.”

“Aye, tis true. But now I want your cum.”

“Kate, I want to watch your brother fuck you.” She moans, “I want to see you bent over, that beautiful pussy wet and ready as Sean is behind you, his hands holding your hips and his cock just touching your pussy.”

I can see Kate’s hand between her legs. I’m getting close, I can’t stop it, “Kate, my little tart, I’m going to cum, fill your mouth. You ready?”

Kate moans. I think she just came. That does it for me, “Cummin, Kate.”

I blast. The only word for it. Kate’s gagging, but not stopping, she snorts, and I see some of my cum burst out of her nose. That’s a first. She doesn’t back off and takes it all. I’m done and touch her head. She falls back.

She’s on her back on the floor, her thong askew, showing me that fire crotch. Her hair a mess. My cum is running out of her nose and mouth, her eyes are still wild, “Fuck me, Dirty Charlie, that was the best suck-off I ever did. Oh, and no, we’re not fuckin’.”

Kate slips off her thong and gets up, picking up her shorts and slipping them on, “You’ve got a wonderful cock and I love how much you cum. You’re a drug I can’t resist but I have to.”

I’m still naked as Kate arranges herself and walks to the door. She pauses and points her drenched thong on the floor, “That’s for you, dirty boy.”

I pick it up, “Now you don’t have to leave them on my door.”

Kate angles her head, pauses, then gives me a wide, lascivious smile, “Dirty Charlie. That wasn’t mine.”

Kate opens the door and moves out. The door is closing when it opens and her head pops around, “She masturbates, sayin’ your name. I’ve heard her.”

I’m sitting on the couch, still naked, re-running what just happened. Kate, lovely red-haired Kate, blowing me, loving it. Then, her, telling me about my sister. I know for a lot of you, this would be no big deal, great news, but I’m conflicted. Incest sounds like fun and Kate and Sean are happy, but Morgan is in a very bad place and not thinking. I have to be the smart one here.

I boot up my laptop and find the camera. I have a good angle, now I just have to wait. Then it occurs to me. The only time Skeet is going to go in there is to take gold out or put it in. This could take months. Months we don’t have.

I’ve been sitting next to the window for hours, waiting for shithead to come home. I see the Porsche turn in and I run out the door, down the stairs, and into the stable.

As Shithead gets out of his car, I walk out of the stable. He strides over and pokes my chest, “What did I tell you about being nosy, loser?”

I know he’s dangerous, but I’ve had enough of this guy. I shove him back, just a little, “Skeet, it’s a fucking stable and hayloft, get over it.”

I turn and walk away, hoping the prick doesn’t shoot me in the back, and hoping my ruse worked.

He’s back at me, yanking me back to face him, “Listen, you cunt. Do not get into my business. I will kill you and I will kill your sister. I have friends.”

I look away and down, a beaten cur. “No, please don’t do that. I’m sorry. I like horses and was just talking to them.”

Skeet laughs at me and heads into the stable.

Like a bee to honey. I no sooner sit down and jiggle the screen to life when the maggot is at that door. I watch his nasty little finger, 5-0-3-4, and he opens the door. I close the laptop, gotcha, asshole.

Another theatrical dinner: Kate avoiding eye contact, Morgan looking scared and glancing at me, Skeet looking like the emperor. As Kate clears the last plate and leaves, Skeet points at me, “You’ve worn out your welcome. Brother or no brother, I want you out of here by Monday.”

“Skeet, you can’t do that.” Morgan says.

He turns on her with a menacing look, “Don’t say a fucking word. This is MY place.”

I get up and leave. What I have to say would not help and right now, it’s much better to look whipped. Skeet laughs as I leave. I smile.

By the time I get into bed at eleven, I’ve snuck back into the loft and removed the camera. But I haven’t heard from Morgan and I’m afraid that she’s been raped again.

I wake when I hear the door. The tiny digital clock says 1230. I wait and feel the covers move back and someone gets in. It’s Morgan, I know her scent.

“You awake?”

“Yes, are you okay? I didn’t hear from you.”

“Yes, he wanted to fuck me again, but I fought back. I’ve been locked in the guest room, crying. What are we going to do?”

I sleep naked and I feel her move. She rolls towards me, her left leg moves over my left, I feel the fur of her pussy on my thigh. My sister is naked. She puts her left arm across my chest and shifts her leg until her knee touches my rigid cock. Her mouth is next to my ear.

“I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here. I love you so much, but this is hopeless.”

I run my hand up and down the smooth, warm skin of her back, “I found it.”

Chapter Eight

Morgan squeals and now she’s on top of me. I feel the mound of her pussy on my cock, my hand falls on her ass, my fingers in the crease. Morgan is panting, “Charlie, don’t lie.”

“No, I found it. It’s in a locked room behind the hay loft. I put a camera up and watched him go in. I have the combination.”

Morgan leaps off of me, “Come on, show me.”

“We’re naked.”

“Who fucking cares. You’ve seen me already.”

I feel so absurd. I’m sliding past hay bales, my cock getting stabbed as my naked sister moves next to me. We get to the door, and I push the combo.

Sturdy shelves with neat little rows of small gold bars, a LOT of them.

“We can’t stay here long.”

Morgan hugs me. Fuck, naked sister hugging me. I made her happy. She makes me nuts. But she’s not herself. I push her back, “You count one wall, I’ll count the other.”

Back in my room. We’re still naked and Morgan is excited, “You did it, brother. You found it.”

“I found more.” I say as I open the bookcase and turn on the light.

“What the fuck is this?” Morgan asks as we move into the small hall, still naked. At the end, Morgan stops, “What’s that?” pointing to the large trail of my cum on the mirror. I forgot to clean up and now I’m caught.

Morgan waits a few seconds, then smiles. “Oh, I get it. When we bought this place, they told us it was built as a very exclusive brothel. The rumor was it was underage girls and local rich guys. Turns out half of that was true, they just looked underage. So, this is how they spied on them, that’s a two-way mirror, right?”

“Yes.” I answer, hoping she’ll just let it go. She doesn’t, “Who were you spying on, brother?”

I’m trying to come up with an answer as Morgan says, “Is all that from you? Once?”

I’ll take any change in topic, “Yes, that thing I had when you graduated, never went away.”

Morgan’s hand goes out, stops, “Whoa,” is all she says, then, “Sooooooo, who were you watching?”

“Kate. I found this place the other day, and while I was in here, she came into the room.”

Morgan smiles wickedly, “She’s a randy one, I can tell. Who’d she bring in here?”

I’m not enjoying this, “Look, I didn’t know about this two-way glass stuff, and she doesn’t know I watched, so, I’d like to drop it.”

Morgan stares at my cum and the mirror, whispers, ‘It was her brother, wasn’t it?”

“What?” How the fuck does she know about Kate and Sean?

Morgan turns to face me, “What I told you about those eyes and ears, works both ways. I caught them at it about six months ago, up in the loft. Both naked, and Kate was riding Sean. I could say she was raped, but that’s tough to do from underneath. So, were they fucking?”

I try to act surprised, doubt it worked, “No. It was just Kate, masturbating.”

Morgan’s hand finds my cock. I gently brush it away, “Morgan, we have a lot to plan to get out of here.”

I’m moving towards the room and Morgan follows. As I close the bookcase door and turn, Morgan is there and moves in. She’s hugging me, and I’m hard. She whispers into my ear, “I want to thank you, Charlie.” Her hips against my erection. I gently disengage, “You need to get back to the house. You’ve been gone way too long.”

I gently press her back and she moves to the door, “Get a plan, little brother, fast.”

Chapter Nine

I’ve got a plan. But I’m keeping it to myself for now. Today I’ve got Morgan’s charge card. I spent the morning at the commercial wharf looking for a boat. Asked around and then had lunch. A Captain met me outside. “You need to move cargo?”

“Yes. Three generators, to St. Smegma island. We’re needing to avoid the import tax.”

“Shut up. I don’t want to know.”

We work out the numbers, time, and place. I tell him who’s coming.

“You got a picture?”

I don’t like this at all, but I’m not in a place to argue. I show him, he smiles. “New term. I get her for the trip down.”

“You’ll have to talk to her about that.”

He puts his large, calloused hand on my shoulder, “You better talk first, get her ready.”

Back to the house. Kate gives me a ride to the rental place, leaves me, “What are you up to, Dirty Charlie?”

I lean in and kiss her quickly on the lips. She pulls back in surprise. I pat her thigh, “You are better off not knowing. But you should make plans for that new job fast.”

Douchebag is attending a realtor’s conference in Miami this weekend. He’s leaving Friday morning and will be back Sunday afternoon. This is it. I spend the rest of the day getting a one-ton rental pickup, buying tools and converting three generator crates from Tractor supply into gold bar storage. Captain Cock will have no idea. The whole him fucking my sister for three days thing we’ll worry about later. Tomorrow is Friday. I text Morgan and tell her to not come over. I get no sleep.

Shithead leaves Friday after he tells me he wants me gone before he gets back while showing me the gun he carries. I tell him that will happen and resist smiling.

I spend all day avoiding everybody. Morgan hides in the house and Kate and Sean work, but she gives me a strange look every time she sees me.

It’s five O’clock and Sean and Kate just left. Morgan is walking in my door, “Get the fuck out here. We’ve got shit to do.”

She’s wearing athletic shorts and a tank top, no bra. I slip on some athletic shorts; no briefs and we head for the loft.

I grossly underestimated how long it was going to take to move the hay bales. Morgan is in much better shape than me and it still took hours to get enough hay out of the way to make a path to move the gold.

It’s midnight and we’re exhausted. I’ll give the prick this, he had a good plan to hide that room.

Morgan and I are standing outside the stable, soaked and tired. Morgan points to the house, “Come on, let’s shower.”

“Morgan, no. You’re under a lot of stress now. So am I. I’ll come to the house in the morning, and we’ll go get the truck and crates. We’re shoving off tomorrow night.”

Morgan hugs me, neither of us caring that the other is a stinky, sweaty, hay-covered mess. Her lips find mine and I give in a little. I know what she thinks she wants. We stand in the humid night of Wellington and kiss like teenagers, grinding our bodies, tongues dueling, me hard. I break our kiss, “You need to think about this. I want to wait until we’re safe and you have time to consider. We can’t undo this once it happens. I’ve had lovers and one wife. They come and go, but I only have one sister for life.”

Morgan steps back, “I hate you and that practical mind. Okay, but…”

Morgan whips off her tank top and shoves her shorts down. She turns away from me and bends over, grabbing her ankles. I moan, can’t help it. Her pussy is wide open and soaked. Even from three feet away, I can see her clit. Even her asshole looks sexy. “I need you to fill this.”

She picks up her shirt and shorts and walks to the house, leaving me panting and very hard.

I crash after my shower in my wonderfully dark room. I hope Morgan will heed my advice. I love sex, but I know incest can destroy families. Kate had to leave Ireland because of it. Our parents would disown us.

Chapter Ten

Morgan throws the door open, flooding my room with unwelcome sunlight, “let’s go, we have a boat to catch.”

She watches me like I’m the special on a sex menu while I dress. She brought food so in ten minutes, I’m ready to go.

The truck is in the yard, next to the stable door. I’ve got the crates open and ready. Morgan is quivering with excitement, “Let’s go get the gold.”

I walk up the stairs behind her, looking up her shorts. No panties today. I love her furry pussy. At the door, she steps aside, “You get the honors, brother.”

I punch in the four numbers; the knob won’t turn. I try again. Morgan shoves me out of the way and tries. She looks at me, “What the fuck?”

“He changed the combo.”

Morgan stands there, crying and pounding on a bale of hay, “Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him. I need that gold. I hate him so fucking much. He can’t do this to us.”

She stops and looks at me, “Charlie, what are we going to do?”

I head for the stairs. I’ve got to save my sister, no matter what it takes.

In the corner of the stable is a forge and anvil that the farrier uses when he shoes the horses. I pick up the biggest fucking hammer I can find and head back up the stairs.

“Stand back,” I say to Morgan.

She replies, “Are you sure?”

“You’re not staying in this hell for one more day,” I say and wind up.

I beat on that lock and door for ten minutes before it finally opens. No going back now.

The shelves are still filled with rows of 1000-gram gold bars, “What was your count, Morgan?”

“275 on my side.” She answers.

“I had 325 on mine. So, five hundred total. Let’s get to work.

If you’ve done the math, you’ll know it’s a half-ton of gold. Fucking heavy. Up and down the stairs. Packing them in crates.

It’s four O’clock and my phone goes off.

“Hello.”

“It’s Captain Jenks. We can’t leave until tomorrow morning; I got a thing I have to do.”

He hangs up. I tell Morgan. She’s crying again, “No, no, no, we have to leave now.”

She’s pacing in a circle, throwing her hands up, “We ripped off my husband. It’s just sitting here. We have to fucking leave!”

“Morgan, it’s just till tomorrow morning, we’ll be fine.”

She grabs my shoulders, shaking me, “What if he comes home early, huh? Sees this shit. He will KILL us, Charlie, I know it. That’s too much gold, it can’t be all his.”

“We have no choice, Morgan. Let’s get something to eat.”

I’m having cold pizza, Morgan’s having Johnny Walker black by the tumbler.

It’s midnight, Morgan is passed out on the couch. I carry her up to her bed. We never showered. I just lay her down and cuddle her. It’s been a nice life.

Chapter Eleven

“NO! NO! NO!” Morgan screams at the top of her lungs. We just got to the pier and found the boat covered in evidence and crime scene tape. Morgan is reading a notice taped to the window.

“Federal fucking Marshals! It’s fucking evidence? Where is that fucking Captain?”

My sister’s eyes are wide in panic. I grip her shoulders. “It’s over, Morgan. There’s nothing we can do. If we run, he’ll find us. Our only way out was disappearing and that’s over.”

Morgan falls against me, crying, “What are we going to do? What are we going to do? He’ll be home in a few hours. He’s going to fucking kill us.”

I let her cry, wondering what it could have been like. I guide her to the truck. I’m thinking.

“Morgan, we’ll go back and get your car. We’ll watch for him to come home. You tell him I stole it, you tried to stop me. I can hit you if it helps.”

“It won’t work,” Morgan sobs. “We’re dead.”

“He’s not going to kill you. You are the only one that can find me. He has a partner too, and Ralph will want his gold back too.”

“He’ll beat me.”

“I’ll call, make a deal, but only if he leaves you alone.”

“That will never work.” She says.

I put the truck in gear, “It’s all we’ve got.”

I drop Morgan at her friend’s house where we left her car. I go to a shopping mall to wait as she goes home.

It’s been fifteen minutes. I get a text, “Cops. Get here now.”

I smile. My call worked.

I pull into the circle and stop behind a marked Wellington Cruiser parked behind an unmarked car. As I stop the uniformed cop gets out and walks to my window.

“Can I help you?”

“This is my sister’s house, what happened? Is she okay?”

“Can I see some ID?”

The accent is Brooklyn, not Wellington. Another cop that bailed on the Big Apple. I dig out my wallet and driver’s license, hand them over.

“Why are you here?”

“I’ve been visiting, staying in the guest house. I was out. Is Morgan alright?”

The cop taps my license on his hand, looking at the house. He hands it back, “Your sister is fine. Nothing has happened to her.”

“Can you tell me anything? Please?”

The cop sighs, “I’m not supposed to say anything, but you’re gonna find out anyway. Her husband…”

I interrupt, “Oh, you mean, shithead?”

The cop smiles, “Well, you made this easier. Yeah, well the husband got caught with his business partner fucking some Cuban mobster’s wife. The guy shot the partner and tossed hubby off the 13th-floor balcony into the pool.”

“Guess thirteen was lucky for him, landing in the pool.”

The cop smiles, “It was empty.”

Chapter Twelve

I hear the front door and Morgan and the other cop walk out. They shake hands. Morgan is smiling at me as the cops get in their cars and leave. Morgan turns and walks back into the house, I follow.

Morgan is standing in her huge living room, screaming with joy, “I’M FREE! I’M FUCKING FREE! HE’S FUCKING DEAD!”

I stand there and absorb her joy. My sister comes over and grabs my arms, “He and that creep Ralph were fucking some mobster’s wife when he found them. The mobster shot Ralph and threw shithead off the balcony.”

“Did the cops get him?”

“No, and I don’t care. If I ever meet him, I’ll kiss him. I don’t even know his name.”

“Paco Robles, from Mantanzas, Cuba,” I say.

Morgan releases my arms and stares at me, “How do you know that?”

“I’ll give you the short version. Last year, Jane and I were in Miami. Going back to the car in the garage we heard a scuffle, a woman crying. We go to investigate. In a dark corner a guy is assaulting a woman, he’s gonna rape her. Jane’s pulling me away, ‘don’t get involved. Let’s call the cops.’ I can’t. I’m a mousy guy, but seeing a woman treated like that kicks a fire in me. There was construction work going on. I grabbed a piece of pipe. I didn’t want to kill him and then I remembered what a guy told me once. ‘If they can’t run, they can’t chase you.’

I hit him on the knee, hard. He screamed. I grabbed the woman, and we all ran. Her clothes were in shreds. She was gorgeous. She begged us, ‘no cops, no cops.’ We took her home.

The next day, my doorbell goes off. I open the door and I assume I’m dead. The meanest looking Cuban I’ve ever seen is on my front porch. ‘May I come in?’ He asks politely. I let him in. What else am I going to do?

“So, short story. He’s a crime boss in Miami, that was his wife. He says he has a debt of honor to me and he will do anything I ask.”

Morgan looks at me, “So you…?”

“It was a long shot, making deals with mob guys, but yeah, I told him about Skeet and Ralph raping you and how I needed him, and his partner dealt with.”

Morgan falls onto the couch, “How did you know about Ralph?”

“Kate told me.”

“So, the gold? Looking for it. Stealing it?”

“Plan B.”

Morgan sits with a blank look. I know she’s running a lot through her mind. After a minute, she looks up at me, “Charlie, you are truly my savior. You saved my life.”

Morgan is sitting, looking at me. She smiles and rises; walks over and we hug. She whispers into my ear, “I haven’t had a drink in two days. Charlie, are we safe now?”

My penis is swelling, “Yes, we are safe.”

“So, you think I’m rational now?”

Morgan is rubbing her hips against mine. I whisper, “Very. Are you sure?”

Her lips caress mine, “Very. Are you sure?”

My hands slide down and cup her perfect ass through her shorts, “I’ve been sure since I saw your furry pussy behind those panties the first night.”

“I know. Kate told me.”

What? “Kate, what?”

Morgan pulls back and takes my hand, “We girls talk, brother. I’ll tell all, but right now, we need to take a shower,” Morgan flips off her shirt, still walking and talking, “And then fuck until we can’t fuck anymore.”

I watch my sister pause to shove off her shorts and then walk away, gloriously naked. I take a deep breath, It’s time. I’ve been in love with her since I got here. I fought it, blamed it on her instability, but now she’s safe, we’re safe. We both want this. I strip off and head for the master bath.

I stand in the bathroom, watching her in the shower. She’s gorgeous, so tall and lean. She’s watching me watch her, running her hands over her body as my penis hardens.

“I love you so much, Charlie. Come. Wash me, bathe me.”

I step in and move closer, our foreheads touch and Morgan’s right-hand holds my cock.

“My sister is touching my penis,” I say.

Morgan smiles, “No. Your sister is holding your hard cock, and loving it.”

I move my hand between her legs, cupping her sex and slipping a finger between her soaked lips.

Morgan sighs, “My brother is touching me.”

I slide my finger deep inside, “No, your brother is fingering your soaking wet pussy that he is going to fill with his cock.”

“Ohhhhh fuuucckk,” Morgan moans, “Stop, wash me. Let’s enjoy this.”

She’s right. I realize how much on edge I’ve been since I got here. Fear of Skeet, the secrets with Kate, and my stifled desire for my sister. It’s all over. Skeet’s dead and Kate knows all. The feeling of relief is impossible to describe. I pump out some body wash and put my hands on Morgan’s back, “This could take a while.”

Morgan moans, “I sure hope so.”

She steps out from under the rainfall head, and I run my hands over her hard body, savoring the feel of her and relishing the wrongness. Over her shoulders and back, then her arms.

She purrs, “This is so wrong, but it feels so good. You’re avoiding the good bits, brother.”

I run my soapy hand down the crevice of my sister’s ass, “Best till last.”

Morgan leans against the tile wall, “You’re killing me, and I love it.”

I wash her back and shoulders, down her arms, and mesh fingers with her. Morgan sighs and leans against me, “So fucking good.” She says.

I kneel behind her and wash each foot and then slowly up her legs, stopping where her round ass meets her legs, “Killin me,” She moans as my finger brushes her star.

I get up, press myself against her back, and wash her front, leaving her breasts for last. My hands slide up her belly and gently cover her breasts, capturing her nipples. Morgan quakes, “I just came. You made your sister orgasm.”

I finish by washing her hair. If you’ve never done that with your lover, try it. It’s incredibly sensual.

Morgan turns and we kiss, so deep and hard and I don’t want it to end. Her tongue tangling with mine. My rigid cock trapped between her long legs, her breasts mashed against my chest. We break our embrace, both panting. Morgan’s eyes are wild.

“It’s gonna be a fast wash for you. I’ll owe you, but I need you in me so bad right now.”

Morgan is true to her word. In two minutes, we walk out the door to her bed.

“You don’t want to dry off?” I ask.

Morgan climbs on the bed, rolls on her back, and hooks her hands behind her knees, “No. I want my brother to make love to me. I want his forbidden cock in my drenched pussy, now.”

I move over her, my cock leaving a trail of precum up her leg. We’re both panting. I shift and get my arms under her, holding myself up. I feel the head of my cock just opening her vagina. I lean down and touch my lips to Morgan’s, “I love you.”

Morgan moans and presses her hips up, capturing the head of my cock in her pussy, “And I love you. Make me cum. Make me yours.”

As I press in, Morgan’s eyes roll back into her head, and I feel the warm flood around my cock. I have my hands over the top of her head for leverage and I fuck my sister. Nice and steady, loving the feel of her, loving the scent of her sweat as we go faster. Her fingernails leaving marks on my back, her heels dug into my ass.

When I go deep, I feel her cervix and back off. I change the angle, trying to hit her G spot.

“More, more. Give me more cock.” She cums again. Another warm flood.

I’m not going to last, “Gonna cum. Can’t hold it back.”

Morgan pants, her fingers dig in, “In me.”

We’re eye to eye, foreheads touching. I’m there, “Cumming, Morgan.”

“Ohhhhhhhh, yeeeeeessssss,” She moans as I go deep and hold, letting my orgasm release deep inside her.

Our foreheads are still touching. Morgan smiles, “I felt you cum. It felt so good. I feel so loved. It feels like a lot.”

I move down, letting my still half-hard cock slip out. I’m trailing kisses down her body when she figures it out, “Charlie, no. You don’t have to. Let me……Ohhhhhhh fuuuucckck!”

Her protest is truncated by my mouth capturing her clitoris and licking our juices from her vagina. My face is in her tawny fur, which is soaked with our lust. Morgan thrashes on the bed, my hands pressing down on her rock-hard abs, holding her in place as I eat her pussy.

She taps my head, “Enough, come lay with me.”

I move up and Morgan lays half over me, her hand running through my hair. The bed is drenched with shower water, sweat, and cum. The room reeks of sex. “I, not in a million years, would have said this would happen,” Morgan says.

I’m not sure if she wants an answer. I say nothing. Morgan shifts and I feel her drenched pubic hair against my thigh.

“I saw it in your eyes the first time, at dinner that night. I’ve had a lot of men look at me, I know the signs. I was shocked. My mousy, boring little brother? Really? I couldn’t believe it. I had a pretty wild sex life before Skeet and I married, so having my brother lusting over me was not unpleasant, just very surprising. But I was so needy, so emotionally isolated, I went with it.”

Morgan moves her head, and we kiss. Softer, not as urgent. She keeps her lips brushing mine as she speaks, “You were so good, so mature. I would have fucked you, but you wouldn’t. I wasn’t sure if it was because you thought it was wrong or what. I figured it out. My brother was the mature one. You knew how fucked up I was, how much I was drinking. But I was sure you wanted this.”

My turn, “Morgan, I have no experience with incest. I came here to help you. I haven’t had sex in almost a year. I saw you that first night, you were gorgeous. I fought my attraction hard. You wanted it, I knew, but I wasn’t sure. Then I had to admit, I was in love with you. I knew you felt it too, but I wasn’t going to, not with you drinking and so scared.”

Morgan moves on top of me. My cock is hard again. She kisses me lightly, “I’m in love with my brother. I love you, Charlie.”

I run my hands through her sweaty hair, “I love you, Morgan. I’m in love with my sister.”

Morgan’s hand is between us as she rearranges herself on top of me. She has my erection in her hand. She smiles, “May I ride your cock?”

Not waiting for my answer, Morgan takes me in, sliding down until our hips meet, she sighs, “The best feeling ever.”

It’s slow this time, our forbidden lust satiated. Now, it’s two lovers. Morgan rides me, her hips shifting forward and back, my cock massaging the front and then the back of her vagina. Only the third woman I ever made love to.

We lay on that destroyed bed and savor each other. Morgan cums, biting her lip, her flood sweeping over our union. I reach up and capture her perfect breasts, pinching the nipples.

“Tell me when you’re ready. I want you to cum in my mouth.”

“You sure? It’s a lot.”

“I want it. It’s more than just fucking then, it’s me giving myself to you.”

I move my hand and press a finger against her hole. She smiles, “Yes, that too. You’ll be the second cock up my ass. No, he never got my ass, but I want you in there.”

Morgan orgasms again, “Tomorrow, lover.”

“Your hot pussy is going to make me cum.”

Morgan moves quickly and has me in her mouth, looking up into my eyes. Her lips and tongue are magic, and she has a finger probing my hole. Oh, I am so there.

“I’m cumming.” I grunt as my cock swells, and I release.

Morgan’s eyes bug out and she gags, staying on me, my cum bursting out around her mouth. Her cheeks bulging. She falls back on the bed, “Holy fucking shit.” She says, after swallowing, “I saw it on the mirror, but…..fuck that’s a lot of cum.”

I get off the bed, extend my hand, “Let’s shower and get some sleep.”

We sleep in the guest bedroom, the one with two queens, and blackout curtains. In each other’s arms, and I have never slept better in my life.

I get up to pee and notice Morgan is gone. I blink when I open the door. It’s morning and not early. I hear Morgan on the phone and then see her, walking around the living room, still gloriously nude. She smiles and waves when she sees me. She closes the call, and we embrace, kissing like the lovers we are. We pause.

“I’ve told Kate and Sean about Skeet. They will be moving to the room you had in the guest house. I also told them about the passageway, it’s only right. I also called Mom and Dad. They’ll be by later for dinner.”

I slide my hands down and capture her perfect ass, “Gee, what will we do till then?”

Morgan slides out of my embrace, “Charlie, last night we burned off a lot of lust. It was beyond amazing. We need to talk. I need to know what this is going to be.”

Well, this is it. “Morgan, I know this is forbidden, illegal in a lot of places, and considered immoral in a lot more, but I don’t care. I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, even if we have to hide our true feelings from everybody.”

Morgan stares at me and I see the tear roll down her cheek, “Oh, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, you just made me the happiest girl in history.”

We’re hugging and kissing again, my hard cock trapped between my sister’s long legs, her pussy lips caressing its length. Morgan whispers, “So, Dirty Charlie, want to go fuck in the slut rooms?”

“Kate?”

Morgan runs her hand up my side, “Told me everything.”

My sister walks out the front door of her, well, our house, still wonderfully naked, towards the guest house. I see a curtain move on the second floor as I follow her up the stairs and down the hall to the last tiny room. I close the door. Morgan has moved the bed so it’s parallel to the mirror.

“Leave it open,” Morgan says, “There are no secrets here anymore.”

We embrace, I love kissing this woman. She puts so much energy into a kiss. My penis is rigid, and then I hear it, noise from behind the wall.

“They’re back there, right?”

Morgan is stroking my cock, “You don’t mind?”

I lay on the bed, “I love being watched fucking my sister.”

Morgan quivers, “Oh, my Dirty Charlie.”

It’s a trip. Morgan and I on that twin bed, her on top riding me. We can hear Sean and Kate fucking inside the wall. Un-fucking believable. Then the mirror turns into a window when they turn the lights on in the passageway. Kate, bent over, handsome Sean behind her, his hands clamped on her trim little hips as he fucks her.

We all worked and held back, timed it, came together in a crescendo of incest love.

We’re walking back to the house naked, “You want to fuck her, don’t you?” My sister says.

“Yes, but we should keep it in the family.”

Morgan takes my hand, “I won’t lie, I’d love to eat her pussy. But I agree.”

I stop and stare, Morgan laughs, “There is a lot you do not know about me.”

I lean in and we kiss, standing naked in her yard, “I have a lifetime to find out.”