Sophomore Year Pt. 14

Literotic asexstories – Sophomore Year Pt. 14 by LoveScribe62,LoveScribe62 Part 14: Incest

Chapter 33: Incest – Clarice and Darryl visit the Morgans.

Clarice’s train was arriving at 3:45 and Darryl’s was arriving a half hour later. Karen and I went to pick them up in her car since it’s bigger than mine.

When Clarice arrived, Karen let me kiss her, but then she orchestrated things so that the two of them could talk while I collected Clarice’s bags and took them to the car. By the time Darryl’s train arrived, the two of them were getting along like old friends while they told each other stories calculated to embarrass me.

Darryl was only planning to stay one night, so he just had a small carry-on bag. Karen gave him a hug and kiss as he stepped off the platform and we headed right to the car.

When we got home, Darryl said hi to Mom and I introduced Clarice. Karen, Mom and Clarice went into the house while Darryl and I were left with the bags.

When Darryl and I walked into the kitchen, Mom was just telling the girls about her dinner plans. Darryl interrupted her and said, “I was planning on taking Karen out to dinner. We have some important things to discuss.”

A look crossed Karen’s face like she’d just got a chill. Mom looked a little annoyed, probably because that was our one night to have dinner all together. Clarice looked like she didn’t want to be there.

We all sat and talked for a while. We moved to the kitchen when Mom said it was time to start getting dinner ready. Mom and I did most of the cooking with some help from Clarice. When the food was almost done Karen suggested a local restaurant where she and Darryl could have some privacy to talk. The two of them left just as Clarice, Mom and I were putting the food on the table. As we sat down to eat, we were a subdued group.

We were halfway through our meal when the front door slammed open. We caught a glimpse of Karen running up the stairs, then we saw her run back down with Darryl’s suitcase before she disappeared out the door.

A couple of seconds later, she stormed back in yelling over her shoulder, “I’ll be by tomorrow to get my stuff.” Then she broke down in tears.

The three of us around the table stared at each other for a second, then Mom went to Karen. As she hugged her and stroked her hair, Karen was sobbing. Mom led her to the sofa where they sat down together.

Gradually Karen’s sobbing stopped, and the story came out. Darryl’s family had spent Christmas criticizing Karen and telling Darryl she had to repent, or he had to give her up. Darryl knew we’d been a church going family, so he thought that if he confronted Karen here, she’d go right to church and repent of her wicked ways.

Karen told him she still didn’t think she had anything to be repentant about. That led to a shouting match before she stormed out of the restaurant with Darryl following her and trying to reason with her. On the drive home she told Darryl that he had to accept her as she was or go find someone else. Darryl said he couldn’t be with someone who was going to hell.

We spent the evening listening to Karen tell us more about Darryl and his family. Mostly she was just venting her frustration. Eventually she realized she needed a new place to stay, so she excused herself to make some calls to her friends.

On the second call, a friend told her that a mutual acquaintance of theirs was looking for someone to split the rent on a two-bedroom apartment. Karen called the girl, and she was happy to have Karen come live with her.

Mom had to work the next day, so Clarice and I volunteered to drive Karen back and help her get her stuff. Most of the furniture in their apartment was Darryl’s, so we called ahead and reserved a small moving truck that would fit her bedroom set and a few boxes.

When Karen sat down again, Clarice asked her, “How did you and Darryl meet?”

Karen told us about meeting him the first week of her junior year at a party that Darryl’s roommates had thrown. Darryl was hiding in his room and Karen ran into him while she was looking for the bathroom. She thought he was cute, so they started talking and she managed to get him to join the party.

Clarice kept asking questions about why Karen was attracted to Darryl, what she liked about him, and how they related to each other. As I listened to Karen tell their story, I learned a lot about them that I hadn’t heard before.

Karen liked Darryl because he listened and tried to be helpful. When they first met, Karen’s schedule was completely messed up and her advisor told her it couldn’t be fixed. Darryl helped her work through the bureaucracy, so she ended up with exactly the schedule she wanted. She said he was her rock and her compass when things were tough.

Karen talked about his family and his religion, saying she admired his faith and loyalty. I got the sense Karen knew all along Darryl was a mama’s boy, but she tried to put a positive spin on it.

“We had a few dates, and I let him know I was also seeing other people. After a few weeks he asked me to see him exclusively, and he wanted to know who else I was seeing and how serious it was. When I told him I was seeing a girl I had met just before summer break, he told me about his religious beliefs.”

“He didn’t say anything about repentance, but he told me he wouldn’t feel comfortable dating me while I was seeing other people or sleeping with other women. By then I’d decided I really liked him, so I said that was fine with me.”

As she told us more, I got the impression Darryl was trying to subtly pressure Karen into renouncing her beliefs about sexuality and adopting his. Karen said that when the subject came up, Darryl would listen to her and then ask for time to think and pray about it before he responded.

It sounded to me like Darryl was trying to make sure he was the one framing the discussion instead of addressing the issue on Karen’s terms. When she recounted some of those discussions, I could tell Darryl’s attitude was, “We’ll forgive the past if you repent and do better in the future.” It sounded like he never really acknowledged that any of Karen’s beliefs were valid. I could see a lot of signs that he was trying to control Karen.

As Karen talked, I could see she was starting to realize those signs had been there. It hit me that both Karen and Clarice are studying to be therapists, so it was like sitting in on a therapy session. Somehow Clarice managed to get Karen to think about Darryl as a potential abuser without falling into self-recrimination for not having seen it earlier.

Since we had an eight-hour drive ahead of us, we turned in early. As we got ready for bed, Clarice was standing in my room in just her panties, and I was about to take off my underwear. Clarice asked me, “Do you have a T-shirt I can wear?”

Stopping with my hand on the waistband of my boxer briefs, I realized what she was suggesting. I reached into my dresser and pulled out an old T-shirt that was too small for me but would fit Clarice like a tent and handed it to her. As she started to pull it on, there was a knock on the door and Karen walked in without waiting for an answer.

When Karen saw me in my underwear and Clarice pulling on the T-shirt, she said, “Since when do you sleep with a beautiful girl without being naked? Don’t think you have to change on my account. I can see you two are good together. Knowing you might be in here making love gives me hope that I’ll find a guy as good as my brother.”

Karen walked over to Clarice and pulled the T-shirt out of her hands. Then she gave her a big hug and kissed her on the cheek saying, “I came in here to thank you. Talking to you about Darryl helped me see him in a new light.”

Letting go of Clarice, Karen turned and gave me a goodnight kiss. As she turned to leave, Karen looked back and gave her a leering once over before she said to me, “You’ve got good taste, Ian. I’d tap that.”

Clarice blushed and looked a little shocked. I laughed, glad to see Karen wasn’t completely lost in despair.

Clarice and I made love quietly before settling down to sleep. I kept the lights on because I wanted to see her face. As I looked at her, she held my face and said, “You’re a good guy, Ian. I feel lucky to have you.”

“Then we’re both lucky. I don’t ever want to see you hurt like that. Send Patty to kill me if I ever become a controlling jerk or a liar like Darryl.”

Clarice and I were both choked up with tears as we moved together. As I felt her pussy contract in an orgasm, she pulled me into a tight hug, sobbing softly in my ear. I held her tight and kissed everywhere I could reach as I repeated over and over, “I love you.”

I continued to kiss her and thrust gently into her until I was surprised by an incredibly intense orgasm. My breath caught in my throat as I clutched Clarice to my chest and pressed my cock as deep into her as I could. Every muscle in my body was frozen. Seconds later, I felt Clarice’s whole-body shudder.

As I regained control of my muscles, we rolled partially onto our sides so our legs were intertwined and my cock was still in Clarice’s cunt. We lay like that, holding each other and kissing until we drifted off to sleep.

Not much later, I heard Karen get up and go to Mom’s room.

The next day we drove mostly in silence. Clarice finally got Karen talking by asking about what I was like as a kid. Even though Clarice knew most of the story, she got Karen to tell her how she changed me from a “little peckerhead” into the prize catch that I was.

Clarice worked in some questions about Darryl. This time she was focusing more on his controlling behaviors. I could tell Karen was uncomfortable, but she answered everything Clarice asked. The pattern of abuse became clearer. Darryl wasn’t likely to become violent, but he was becoming an expert at manipulating Karen’s emotions in order to control her.

I figured out that Clarice was trying to plant seeds in Karen’s mind that would lead her to understand she couldn’t have seen the signs earlier and that she got out as soon as she could. I could tell that Karen knew what Clarice was trying to do, but she went along with it and seemed grateful.

We picked up the moving van on the way into town, then drove to Karen’s apartment. Karen seemed in better spirits until we pulled up in front of her place. Thankfully, Darryl was still at work. Clarice and I worked on loading the furniture while Karen boxed up her stuff.

Darryl pulled up just as we were carrying the last boxes to the van. Karen brushed by him without saying a word and got in her car and Clarice got in my car.

As I was climbing into the moving van, Darryl approached me and said, “Tell her I’ll be waiting when she comes to her …”

I stepped down and cut him off, “Darryl, this is on you. It sounds like you’ve been lying to her all along, telling her you’re okay with her lifestyle when you’re not. I can’t stand liars, so stay the fuck away from her or I will come for you.”

I got in the moving van and followed Karen to her new place where we found her new roommate, Marilu, waiting. Marilu was a tall, skinny girl who looked about twelve years old. She was another grad student working on her doctorate in chemistry.

Marilu talked a mile a minute as she told us about the apartment, the area, other people in the building, and a lot of other stuff that Karen would have quickly figured out on her own. The key point that I heard was that the building manager only allowed people to move in or out while the rental office was open, so we’d have to wait until morning to bring in Karen’s stuff. That meant that Clarice and I would have to stay an extra day, so we called Mom to let her know. Karen had rented the truck for twenty-four hours, so at least that wouldn’t be a problem.

Marilu told us that she had an air mattress that Clarice and I could sleep on, and she said Karen could sleep on the couch. We ordered some pizza, then sat and talked for a while until Marilu said she had to be going to bed.

As Clarice was getting ready for bed, I asked her to put on a nightshirt and panties. When she asked why I told her, “Just a feeling I’ve got.”

About an hour later I heard stirring in the living room. When I opened the door, I found Karen pacing between the bedroom door and the sofa. I went to her and took her into my arms saying, “Come to bed. It’s okay.”

Karen put her head on my chest and cried for a little. When I felt her sobs subside, I led her into the bedroom. I climbed in next to Clarice and motioned for Karen to climb in next to me. Instead, Karen indicated that she wanted to sleep in the middle. I moved over, and she settled in with her back to me, facing Clarice. We fell asleep with my arms around Karen, and Karen and Clarice were face to face holding each other.

I woke up a while later because I felt Karen’s body shuddering and heard her sobbing quietly. I could tell Clarice was awake because I heard her whispering to Karen in a soothing voice and could feel her stroking Karen’s hair.

From what I could make out, Karen was upset because she’d “wasted” over four years on Darryl and was kicking herself for not seeing the signs earlier. Clarice was saying, “You finally got smart. A lot of women never do.”

Karen started to settle down, but I could tell she was still crying. I heard her say, “Clarice, please hold me.”

Clarice moved closer and held Karen’s head against her shoulder. After a while I felt Karen’s head turn and I heard her kiss Clarice’s face. She began to stroke Clarice’s arm.

Suddenly, Karen stopped moving and said, “I’m sorry Clarice. When I’m upset, I just want to feel close to someone. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“That’s okay. I can’t imagine what you’re going through now, but Ian and I are here for you.”

“Would it be okay with you if I made love to Ian?”

Clarice moved and I felt Karen sit up in bed. In the dim light I saw Clarice help her pull her nightshirt over her head. As Karen slid her panties off, Clarice moved to the far edge of the bed.

“Please stay close. For some reason having you close makes me feel better.”

Clarice slid behind Karen as she turned and laid down facing me. She stroked my face and asked, “Will you make love to me, Ian?”

I kissed her and said, “Any time.”

We kissed for a while as Clarice hugged Karen’s back. When we broke our kiss so Karen could help me take off my underwear, Karen said to Clarice, “I’d kind of like to feel your naked body against me.”

Clarice pulled off her t-shirt and panties as Karen pulled me on top of her with my half hard cock trapped between us. We lay there kissing as Clarice pressed up against our sides. Clarice ran her hands over our bodies and kissed Karen’s shoulder as I slid my cock over Karen’s slit.

Karen moved her hips, indicating she was ready for me to enter her. As I rose up on one hand and guided myself in, Karen turned and pulled Clarice into a kiss. Clarice cradled Karen’s head in her arm and began lightly stroking Karen’s tits as I began slowly moving in and out of Karen’s cunt.

Karen wrapped her legs around my waist and used them to urge me to fuck her harder. I began snapping my hips, driving my cock into her as hard as I could while trying not to make any noises that would alert Marilu in the next room about our incestuous coupling.

As Karen approached her orgasm, she broke her kiss with Clarice and looked up at me. As we looked into each other’s eyes, I saw her mouth open into a big “O” and her eyes close down to slits. She began taking long, deep breaths as she ran her hands over my arms.

Clarice was still stroking her body. She moved to capture a nipple in her mouth, and at the same time she reached between Karen’s legs to rub her clit. I could feel her finger pressed between my pubic bone and Karen’s pussy each time I pounded my cock into Karen’s cunt.

Karen suddenly let out a sharp squeal and stopped moving. I kept thrusting and Clarice kept rubbing her clit. Karen was drawing in long, ragged breaths. Each time she exhaled it was a long, “Yeeessss.” Finally, she gave a shiver and fell in a relaxed pile on the bed.

I was slowly thrusting into her as she lay there when she said, “You should cum in Clarice.”

Karen pulled Clarice into a sixty-nine position and began licking her pussy as I entered her doggie style. I could feel Karen’s tongue on my cock. I don’t know what she did to Clarice, but after just a few strokes Clarice began pounding herself on my cock as she gasped and panted through an orgasm.

As the spasms of Clarice’s orgasm rippled through her pussy, Karen focused more on licking my cock. That sent me over the edge. Karen sucked gently on my balls as she saw them tense. I had never felt that before, but it magnified the contraction of my balls, making me feel like I was shooting my cum at supersonic speed.

As I pulled out of Clarice, Karen directed my cock into her mouth. She sucked my cock until it was soft and clean, then she licked my cum out of Clarice’s pussy.

We started to settle down to sleep, but first Karen slipped out to retrieve her alarm clock. She didn’t want to get dressed, so it was comical to watch her make sure Marilu wasn’t going to see her naked dash through the living room.

The next day, Karen and Marilu went to work leaving Clarice and me to move her furniture in and arrange the apartment. But first we took advantage of the privacy to make love. Clarice said, “My asshole has been hungry for a fat cock since our last night together.”

When Clarice wants her ass fucked, she doesn’t take any time to get ready. Five minutes after she announced her intent, she was astride me with my cock in her ass up to my balls.

I was able to last a long time after the thorough fucking I’d had the night before, so I let Clarice ride me until her legs gave out. She had a small orgasm just from my cock in her ass, then I fingered her to a second, stronger orgasm.

When Clarice finally fell off me in a sweaty heap, I pulled a dildo out of her suitcase and slid it into her cunt. I fucked her with the dildo until she caught her breath, then I rolled her onto her knees and left the fake cock in her cunt.

I lubed my cock again and pressed the head to her asshole. As I started to shove into her hole, I could feel the dildo being squeezed out of her cunt. I said, “You’d better hold onto that.”

Clarice grabbed the dildo and started slowly fucking herself with it as I pushed all the way in. I let her massage her cunt and my cock with the toy before I started fucking her ass.

The double penetration started her orgasms right away, which she signaled by a long string of loud, inarticulate sounds. Her grunts of, “Ah, ah, aahh,” kept time with the pounding of my cock in her ass.

I savored the massage her ass muscles were giving my cock, while at the same time enjoying the feel of the dildo rubbing the sensitive vein underneath my cock. Within seconds, I felt my balls draw up tight.

I must have been as loud as Clarice when I came, although I don’t remember it well. When we were finally showered, dressed and had some breakfast, we headed out to the truck to start moving in Karen’s stuff. As we were walking out of the apartment, two girls came out of the apartment next door. They both looked at me, then at Clarice, and then started giggling as they walked to the elevator.

One of the girls asked Clarice, “Are you two moving in with Marilu?”

Clarice said, “No. We’re helping Ian’s sister move in.”

The girl said, “Is she quieter than you two?”

Clarice and I turned red and looked at each other as the girl said, “It sounded hot, but I wouldn’t want to listen to that every night.”

We got the key to the freight elevator from the rental office and the manager showed us which door to use. We had all of Karen’s stuff in the apartment by lunch time, so we headed out to grab some burgers and return the truck. When we got back to the apartment, it took me about an hour to set up Karen’s furniture.