Literotic asexstories – The House by RCscrudato,RCscrudato I was almost finished, just ahead of my eleven PM deadline. I ignored the text message while simultaneously wondering who’d text me this late. I hit send. Now about that text.
“Did you get the Email? Call me!!!!!!!!”
Bonnie. My sister, one year younger and a little on the dramatic side. I had been isolating myself from all media to make my deadline. I answered her.
“No. Had a hard deadline. I’ll look.”
I won’t put the whole thing up, just summarize. Our parents had retired from our upper Midwest state to Florida. They bought a condo, all new furniture, even a new car. They informed us that the house, and everything in it, were now ours. Well, that’s a WTF of epic proportion.
The house is no big deal, a 2100 square foot ranch with a large garage. But it’s 200 miles away from me on one side and 300 miles from Bonnie on the other. I called my sister.
“Jack, what the fuck? I do not have time for this. What’s the matter with them? They never said a thing, just poof, they left and left us holding the bag. What the fuck?”
Our father and mother were well, hippies. They had me at eighteen and Bonnie at nineteen. We loved our life, never wanted for what was important, and had some great times. Dad is very intelligent and curious and tinkered endlessly. That resulted in an invention that is not germane to this story but did result in a very large payoff that was the genesis of their personal diaspora to the sunshine state and total disinterest in what was left. Just like them. I wasn’t surprised at all.
“You’re surprised? Come on Bon, it’s them. Let’s figure it out and get it done.”
I heard her take a deep breath. “You’re always so fucking practical.”
“Look, sis. It’s gonna take a while to do this, so let’s do it in stages. I’m free for the next three days. If you can, we’ll meet at the house and get started. We need to be done by winter.”
“Okay. Yeah, I can take three days. Winter? Jack, it’s July.”
“Better now than later, sis. Besides, it’ll be great to see you. How long has it been?”
“Three years, bro, and one fiancé.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“S’ok. That was six months ago. I didn’t have what he wanted.”
“Money?”
Bonnie laughed, “No, a cock. He was bi and then decided to go all the way.”
I laughed. “I’m sorry, sis. That just sounded funny.”
“How about you?”
“I’m single right now. I was seeing Kelly, but she got a job offer to be a golf pro in Katmandu two months ago, and I couldn’t leave, so I’m free too. It’s Thursday. Let me use the weekend to set this up and I’ll meet you at the house Monday.”
I pulled into the driveway at ten Monday morning. I had gotten up at six, got my three-mile run in, and a light workout at the gym. Bonnie wasn’t there yet. I wasn’t surprised, she had a longer drive and is not a morning person.
Around eleven, Bonnie arrived in a convertible Mini Cooper, red. I smiled, that was my sister. She’s 25 to my 26.
I stood on the front step as Bonnie got out of the car. Five foot nothing, tan, and just as curvy as I remembered. I’m tall and lean, like our dad. We haven’t shared a house since she was eighteen and my sister looked like she did back then. Her brunette hair in a ponytail and her blue eyes just as captivating as ever.
“JACK!” She ran, I ran, we collided in the middle of the front yard. I wrapped my arms around her. Firm and soft at the same time. She even smelled the same. She was talking, but I wasn’t paying attention, focused on the feel of her in my arms. So wrong, but so powerful.
Her face on my shoulder. “Oh man, I missed you. Why has it been so long?”
I released her. “We got busy living life, sis.” I replied, but to myself, I said, because sooner or later I’d embarrass myself with you and lose my sister.
She went back to the car and pulled out a small duffle. “We should have been like Mom and Dad and just let things happen.”
Looking at Bonnie’s perfect ass as she bent over stirred my cock. Temptation and danger. I’ve got to be careful.
“That’s not a lot of clothes,” I said.
Bonnie held up the bag. “Bro, how much do I need? Three days’ worth of panties won’t fill my hand and we’re working, so athletic shorts and tanks. It’s not like we’re going on a date.”
She had a point. July in this part of the country is hot and humid and the house was not air-conditioned. Dad got a four-foot diameter fan and installed it in the ceiling by the bedrooms. So, we didn’t get cool air, just a lot of moving humid air. It was going to be a sweaty three days.
We surveyed the house. It was like they just walked out the door. No food, thank God. There was a gap in the bookshelves in the living room where they took the photo albums, and their bed was gone. Other than that, it was all there, including the boxes and boxes of stuff on the floor-to-ceiling shelves Dad built in the three-car garage. Bonnie and I were already sweating.
My sister had lime green shorts and a matching tank, bra straps visible, and when she bent over the shorts got tight and I knew she wore a thong under. I had running shorts, loose, and my usual cotton briefs. I had a kink with Kelly that I’d wear her panties, but that ended with her departure.
Bonnie and I stood in the small living room. “Where do we start, big brother?”
“Let’s hit the supermarket. I contacted a local church that runs a clothing ministry, and they’d love all the clothes, so that’s first.”
Bonnie looked up at me. “You’re amazing. I wouldn’t have thought of that, thanks.” She hugged me again and I was back in that summer again, tempted by the firm body of my sister. I held her close for longer than I should. She didn’t seem to mind.
Bonnie and I had some old clothes in our rooms, but the folks had left most of theirs. Sweating like lettuce pickers we bagged the contents of Dad’s closet and dresser, tossing the underwear. I spent a lot of time watching my sister. I loved the way she moved and how those shorts conformed to every curve. Her breasts, even in a bra, moved and I pictured what they must look like. She almost caught me staring. Mom had more hanging clothes and I was just filing the last bag when Bonnie hooted. “Oh, Jack!”
I turned. Bonnie had her arms full of sweaters and I looked in the drawer.
Sex toys. Three sizes of butt plugs, a big life-like vibe, and a new plug and vibe set, still in the packaging. A package of batteries lay next to them, and a tube of lubricant. I laughed. “Well, sis, everybody does it.”
Bonnie’s eyes flicked to my crotch, and she blushed. I looked at her breasts and saw the faint bulge of her nipples behind the bra. I blushed too. I never caught her. I tried for that whole summer to see my sister naked and never did. But I imagined every night, with my hard cock in my hand and my door tightly shut.
Bonnie bagged the sweaters while answering. “True, bro, but it’s a visual, you know?”
I sure did. Mom was my other fantasy. I could picture my mom, who looked like Bonnie back then, masturbating in this very bed with those toys and that plug up her ass. I had to leave the room; my cock was hard.
“Yeah, it sure is.” I answered from the hall while adjusting my erection.
We stopped for lunch while we waited for the church ladies to pick up the clothes. Both of us talked simultaneously as we ate, reliving our life in this small house. We didn’t have a big extended family, just an uncle, and an aunt, my mom’s brother, my dad’s sister, that visited regularly. Their visits were always memorable.
I watched my sister move, wanting to see more, wanting to see her breasts, her pussy, her firm round ass. Wanting to see her face as she orgasmed.
Bonnie remembered her favorite glass as a kid, and I told her mom put it on the top shelf of the cabinets. Bonnie had the ladder out in a flash and was up there, rummaging around, me standing behind her.
Yeah, I did. I looked up those loose shorts and finally saw something. My sister’s perfect ass, the g-string of her panty cleaving that perfect ass, which flexed as she moved around. I was hard instantly. Worth the wait.
“Ah! Here it is.” Bonnie announced looking down. I think she caught me looking at her ass, but she said nothing as she got off the ladder.
“This is going home with me.” She said. Her eyes flicked down; I knew I was still hard. She whispered, “I bet you’re glad you remembered.” The doorbell rang. The church ladies were here.
After we got the bags loaded and the ladies on their way, Bonnie and I stood in the driveway.
“So, what do you think?” I asked.
“We’re not going to get any money for the furniture and that family could really use it.”
The ladies had told us that a local family suffered a fire a few days ago and lost everything. That’s why adult clothes were so important. They didn’t ask us about the furniture, but we figured it out.
“I’ll call the ladies and tell them that they can get it all tomorrow.”
Bonnie hugged me again. I’m sure it was me, but it just felt different, better, warmer. “Guess we better make sure there are no other surprises.”
I laughed. “No whips and chains?”
Bonnie gave me a wicked grin. “Or strap-ons.”
I held her eyes as I answered. “What would you know about strap-ons?”
Bonnie put her hand on my thigh, up high, close to my bulging cock. “I haven’t always been the boring Midwest girl. I went to college.”
I didn’t know how to read that.
I made the call. Church members would be here at eight AM tomorrow with a crew and truck. We put away lunch and spent the afternoon emptying drawers and checking all the furniture for whatever.
By six, we were done, in more ways than one. We called it quits. Bonnie hit the shower first. Our family homestead only had one bathroom. I stood in my old room, naked and erect, picturing my sister in the shower, warm water running over her perfect body, down between the firm flanks of that ass that I finally saw.
I stepped to the door of my room, opened it. The bathroom door was ajar. It was always tough to close, I guess Bonnie forgot. She never did that summer. I could see her in the shower, reflected in the fogging mirror. Nothing clear, just her form, and between her legs, the dark triangle.
I was so focused; I didn’t hear her shut the water off. Suddenly, the door slid open, and in the foggy reflection, there she was, Bonnie, gloriously naked. I panicked. As I pulled back into my room, I’m sure our eyes met. Not good.
“It’s all yours, Bro.” Bonnie sang out.
I wrapped a towel around me, my cock still half-hard, and opened the door.
Bonnie stood in the hall, wrapped in a towel that barely covered her pussy. Her nipples were hard and obvious. She smiled. “Just like that last summer, huh?”
She turned a walked into her old room, leaving me stunned and confused.
I closed the bathroom door, making sure it latched. As I turned on the water I saw Bonnie’s clothes in a heap, that G-string on top. I picked it up. Still warm. I pressed it to my face. It smelled of her sweat, her essence and I thought, her lust. I’ve had my lips on a few vaginas and I know the scent of female excitement. I stood under the flowing water and masturbated with my sister’s panty against my mouth. I came hard and fast. I was guilty after, but not much.
When we met in the kitchen after our showers to make dinner, the first thing I noticed was that Bonnie had no bra. She has great tits. Her whole body is proportional, so I guess her boobs are somewhere between B and C. I’d never seen her bra-less. They stood out perfectly and her nipples were fat and long. I said nothing.
We made burgers, which I grilled on charcoal, we had no money for a fancy gas grill back then. We ate at the picnic table in the backyard. As I approached the table with the burgers, Bonnie sat and, facing me, threw her leg over the bench to get under the table. There it was, my sister’s furry pussy. No panties, leg wide open. I could see the lips of her vagina. I nearly dropped the plate and struggled to look nonchalant. Bonnie just gave me a whimsical grin. “Ahhh, food. You burn them the way Dad used to?”
I put the plate down and sat. “No. They are perfect, just like my sister.”
Bonnie blushed. “You don’t know me very well if you say that, bro.”
I put my hand over hers. “You’ll always be perfect to me.”
She blushed and I saw her nipples harden. “Thank you, Jack. That means a lot.”
We ate reminiscing about all the meals at this table with our aunt and Uncle. We were fortunate that nearly all the memories from this house were happy. I know a lot of people who are not so fortunate.
The airplane propeller fan roared as Bonnie, and I sat on the couch and streamed a movie on my laptop. No, not some steamy movie with sex scenes that led us to forbidden acts, just a dopey rom-com we both love.
She sat against me, her warm thigh against mine, our shoulders touching. She smelled clean. I had been celibate too long. It was affecting my judgment. I behaved wisely. But I was still very content.
We stood in the darkness of the hall. A full moon gave us enough light to see. The fan roaring. Bonnie moved in for a hug, her lips at my ear, her voice and breath making me hard.
“Our last night in our old beds.”
Pressed against me. I pulled my hips back, cautious.
“Time marches on,” I replied.
Bonnie slowly disengaged, smiling. “Change is good. We need to embrace change, not be afraid to go where life leads us, right?”
She stood at her door. Those shorts pulled up tightly against her, the mound of her pubis imprinted in the fabric. Her nipples, hard and long behind the thin fabric of her tank top. She was unaware of the show she presented her brother.
“Yes, but with caution.”
Bonnie faded into her room, whispering. “Caution is overrated.”
When you are used to air-conditioning, a fan is simply not enough. I started with a sheet over me, wearing briefs and a tee shirt. Within the first hour, I was naked on the bare bed and still uncomfortable.
I was also erect. Being with Bonnie had re-lit my desire for her and being alone with her was torture. I had to control myself. Control my imagination. All those stories I’ve read are just that, stories. This is a dangerous craving. But I had to look.
The noise of the big fan covered the sound as I slowly moved to Bonnie’s door over the wooden floor. That summer, I was too scared to try this. Our parents kept odd sleeping hours and I surely would have been caught.
The way the house was situated, the light of the full moon filled Bonnie’s room. She always loved that. I approached her door. I was looking at the side of her bed. The window at the foot let the moonlight in, bathing her in an ethereal glow. My penis hardened.
Bonnie, my sister, was naked. Her lust scent drifted out, pulled by the fan.
She was on her knees, sideways on the bed. Her vagina facing me.
She was masturbating. Using the new toys she found in Mom’s drawer.
My sister was very excited. Her pussy was fat and red and the whole area around it was wet, not moist, wet. Her pubic hair glistened with her lust, small drops falling off as she stroked. The round jewel of the fat butt plug caught the moonlight as Bonnie slid the big realistic vibrator in and out of her pussy. I quickly put my hand to my mouth to stifle a gasp.
I wanted to step in, take that vibrator from her hand and press my mouth against my sister’s sex and lick her until she came. I wanted to pull out that plug and tongue my sister’s asshole. I am such a pervert.
She was talking, but barely a whisper, and most of it was lost to the noise of the fan. But I heard enough.
“Oh, fuck me. Fuck me hard. I need it.”
The slosh of the toy, Bonnie moaning.
“Yeah, like that. That’s what I always wanted. Fuck me. Fuck my wet pussy. Oh, I’m cumming.”
I watched her trim, firm body quiver, and a river of milky white cascaded from her opening. My cock jetted all over the doorframe and wall. I moaned and regretted it.
Bonnie paused and looked back. I ran back to my room, hoping I hadn’t made a big mistake.
I lay for what seemed like an hour, waiting for my sister to storm in, throwing the light on and telling me what a pervert I am. If she only knew the rest.
She didn’t, and I settled down, safe. My cock grew, picturing the wonderful memory of watching my sister orgasm. I edged myself for an hour. Teasing, touching, my eyes closed, visualizing what my sister felt like, smelled like, tasted like. I finally let go, enjoying a deep, cleansing orgasm and covering my belly with jet after jet of pungent cum. Wishing it was my sister’s mouth.
I woke up, disappointed, but relieved. This is my life, my conflict. Disappointed because when I looked at the partially open door, I didn’t see my naked sister staring at my morning erection. Relieved that I didn’t wake up to my dressed sister calling me a fucking incest pervert.
Back then we all had our doors open for the big fan. But we all wore something to bed and, as much as I wanted to, I never snuck around to peek, even when my aunt and uncle used the fold-out in the living room and I heard them quietly fucking. They were very sexually open people.
As I slid on my shorts, no briefs, I wondered if my sister peeked. I stopped that thought as my cock twitched. Maybe briefs would be a better idea. I was already sweaty.
I walked into the hall and noticed that my splash of cum was gone.
Bonnie, making breakfast. Her shorts pulled up tight, the fabric deep in her ass, forming perfectly. Her tank top already dark with sweat and no bra underneath. She spoke over her shoulder.
“How’d ya sleep?”
“Got some, finally, but it took a while. I’m not used to this humidity.”
She turned to me. Her nipples hard and long, tenting the fabric, the cloth of her shorts tight against the rounded mound of pubic hair between her legs. She hugged me.
“Ugh, no, sis. I’m already a sweaty mess.”
She held me tighter and, of course, I could feel her mound pressing against my cock and her nipples boring holes in my chest.
“So am I, bro. I don’t care. I haven’t seen you in years and I miss my brother.”
Bonnie pecked my lips with hers, surprising me. I loved the feel of her hot, sweaty body against mine. I wanted to feel her with no clothes, naked and sweaty, smelling earthy and needy. I slid out of her grasp as my penis hardened. I held her at arm’s length.
“I can’t put words to how much I missed you, Bonnie. I guess we got busy.”
Bonnie turned, giving me a view of that perfect ass as she went back to the stove.
“Well, since we’re both single we have to find a way to get together now. No excuses.”
In my mind, I answered, Yeah, other than my unquenchable desire to put my penis inside you, sis.
“You’re right. Maybe I need to move closer.”
Bonnie turned quickly, her breasts quivering. “Oh my god, we could get a place together!”
I poured coffee and sat down. My partial erection safe under the table.
“Never happen. You’re such a slob, sis.”
Bonnie turned, holding a plate of scrambled eggs and sausage. “I’ve gotten better. Kyle the fag was a neat freak. A byproduct of his gayness.”
I laughed. “Kyle the fag? That’s harsh.”
Bonnie got her plate and sat across from me. I wanted to drop my fork and look up her shorts. I didn’t. Bonnie took a sip of coffee.
“Well, he left me high and dry. I’ll spare the details, but let’s just say, for a gay guy, he was well-equipped and knew how to make a girl happy.”
Feeling safe. I continued the conversation. “Kelly and I were naked in the apartment. It inspired us to um, get busy, often.”
Bonnie looked right into my eyes as she said. “Fuck, Jack. The word is fuck. You and Kelly fucked often You ran around naked and fucked.”
Then she giggled. “I bet I’ve never used that word in front of you, have I?”
I was red from chest to hairline. “No, sis. You never have. But you sure seem to like it. And, yes, we did. We fucked a lot. And more.”
Bonnie slid a sausage link into her mouth.
“Kyle the fag loved to have me suck his cock. Now I know why he had his eyes closed. He wouldn’t do the same for me, though, he wouldn’t please me.”
My turn. I leaned over the table and looked deep into my sister’s eyes.
“Eat your pussy. Kyle the fag wouldn’t put his face where you pee and let you cum all over his face.”
I think I went too far. Bonnie sat there, her mouth gaping open. Seconds seemed like hours until she grinned. Her nipples wanted to poke through the fabric.
“Holy fucking shit, brother. What happened to the quiet, shy guy I grew up with? Oh man, you got me going with that one.”
A knock on the door stopped our sexy reminiscence. We both jumped up, me not thinking about the erection bulging the front of my shorts. Bonnie smiled.
“The church folks for the furniture. I’ll get the door. You’re a little not ready.”
I blushed hard as my sister left the kitchen, pulling her shorts out of that lovely ass and giggling.
“Jacky’s got a boner; Jacky’s got a boner.” She quietly sang as she headed for the front door.
I snuck upstairs to let my ardor cool. What has gotten into my sister to tease me so unfairly?
The church folks had only two pickup trucks and two guys. So, Bonnie and I spent the day helping them move the furniture out of the house. Bonnie had gone back to her room and now had both boring panties and a sports bra on.
By three, we had the house emptied. I had an email that was going to require me to return home to address.
We stood in the empty living room, dripping with sweat.
“So, you gotta go back and put out some fire?”
“Sorry, sis. It can’t be put off. When are you free again, and for how long?”
Bonnie flicked through her phone. “Two weeks. I’ll meet you here, two weeks from today and we’ll get the garage cleaned up and put this heap up for sale.”
We showered, no, not together, though I dearly wanted to. Hugged and departed.
***
I came hard, cum flowing out of me, filling the towel. It wasn’t enough, even with the image of my brother watching me masturbate, I needed more.
I picked up my phone, ready to break a five-year-old promise.
I sent a text. Very plain, safe, but with the codeword we used back then. In case she looked at his phone. I stayed naked as I made my dinner. My pussy stayed wet with the memory and the hope that his desire for a younger woman had not faded.
It was eleven. I lay in my bed, the AC on, bathing me with cool air. Mom’s plug up my ass and her vibrator in my needy vagina. My phone vibrated with a message.
“Are you sure?”
I smiled and replied, “If you are. I want you.”
My phone chimed. A picture. His crotch, naked. His cock hard. A drop of precum at the tip. Sam’s cock. The first penis I ever saw, ever sucked, ever let inside me. Him, married and forbidden, I still wanted it to happen. My greatest secret.
I turned on the lights and opened my legs. The jewel of the plug and mom’s vibrator in my gushing pussy. I clicked and sent. The reply was instantaneous.
“Oh fuck! A butt plug? Nice!”
“Yeah, never had one. I like it.”
There was a delay. I waited, played, and came. A few minutes later, a video. Sam masturbating and gasping. Then jets of cum arcing out of his penis, landing on the lens, obscuring my view as his cock jetted twice more. I texted.
“Thank you. You made me cum. I want you in me.”
There was a pause. Then his reply.
“I have an upcoming meeting near you, Tuesday night.”
***
I haven’t had a lot of lovers. Becca was my first. She seduced me. It wasn’t easy, I was clumsy and unsure, no confidence, and naive. She knew what I needed, what I wanted. She gave, she taught, I matured.
My moving ended our affair, but we exchanged messages, reliving our brief but torrid times. When Kelly and I got serious, the messages ended by mutual agreement.
Now I was texting. My time with my sister has filled me with an unsatisfied lust. I’m hoping that our years in silence have not changed her mind.
“Can we meet?”
I was naked and hard. I haven’t put clothes on since I got back. I’ve masturbated three times a day, picturing Bonnie every time. I need more. We’re going to be back at the house again soon. My phone chimed.
“Not even a ‘hello Becca, how’ve you been?’ Bad boy. Yes, I won’t ask why, I don’t care.”
***
Sam
The desk clerk hands me the card with no comment, no look, no nothing. Good, none of her business anyway. Bonnie checked in hours ago and it’s a big hotel. Probably not the girl that checked her in any way. I’m on a different floor. Bonnie wanted me to have a card for her door. She’s cute that way.
Riding up in the elevator, remembering her. It’s been five years. I didn’t think I’d ever be here again, riding up to see her in just athletic shorts and a tee, my cock already half-hard with anticipation. We broke it off when she met Kyle. I laughed, “Kyle the fag” she calls him now. His loss is my gain. The car stops, the doors open.
1025 is to the left, midway down the hall. I walk slowly, feeling my penis harden, uncaring if I’m seen tenting my shorts.
The small sign to one side, 1025. No sound from inside. I’m nervous and I don’t know why. I wave the card and the display shows green. I open the door, how fitting, a green light for incest.
The door clicks closed behind me. We are in our own world now, Our own rules. The shower shuts off behind the closed bathroom door. I stand by the bed waiting. Her invitation, her rules.
After a minute or so, the bathroom door opens and Bonnie stands, paused, seeing me, wrapped in a towel knotted over her breasts, the lower hem barely concealing her sex. She smiles.
“Been waiting long?”
“Just stepped in.”
Bonnie moves to the corner of the bed, right in front of me. She sits and I move closer.
“You sure?” I ask.
Bonnie reaches out and slips her fingers into the elastic waist of my shorts.
“Just as much as I was the first time that summer.”
Bonnie pulls out the front of my shorts and slides them down, exposing my erection. I step out and shuck my tee shirt, now standing naked and hard. She gently fondles my cock.
“I missed you like this, Sam.”
I slip my hand behind the knot in the towel and, with a flick free it, letting it fall to her waist and revealing her taught body.
“And I missed you like this. But it was the right thing to do.”
Bonnie leans forward, her lips caressing the head of my cock.
“And now, we can enjoy ourselves again.”
I gasp as she takes me into her wet and wanting mouth. Her tongue, like a warm wave, caresses the head of my penis. She pauses, looks up.
“All night?”
I put my fingers in her hair. “All night.”
***
Jack
I step out of the bathroom. She’s on the bed, deliciously naked, the sheet and blanket on the floor. I pause to enjoy her trim frame. She’s shaving her pussy now. It’s wet, open, and full of her fingers. It’s been years since I saw her like this. She didn’t shave then.
I let the towel drop. Becca licks her fingers.
“Nice. You keep yourself in shape.”
I stand next to the bed, taking in her scent, a mix of her favorite body wash and her lust. I harden. She reaches out and holds my erection.
“Been way too long. I miss this fella.”
“We both agreed it was the right thing to do.”
I climbed onto the bed, nudged her legs open, moved between them.
Becca took her hands away from her soaked pussy.
“What’s the right thing to do now?”
I ran my hands up and down her legs, almost to her pussy.
“I want to make love to you. Taste every inch of you. Have you love me. But right now, I need to be inside you.” She pulled her legs back, opening her pussy.
“Music to my ears. Fuck me. I’m so horny for you. We’ve got all night.”
I moved over her, our mouths touching, my cock nestled at her entrance.
“All night?”
She reached behind and pushed on my ass, sliding my cock inside her forbidden depth.
“All night, baby.”
As my penis slid into her vagina, the first vagina I ever entered, I was back on my bed, that fateful summer. Accidental nudity, me curious, her, helpful. I asked to touch, that started our affair. She always let me lead. Now, as the head of my cock touched her cervix, I was back.
I kissed her, our tongues dancing. My arms around her, on my elbows, sliding in and out of her, regretting that I ever stopped. She orgasmed, quivering, moaning.
“Oh, Jack. So good. I missed that cock. Fuck me, Jack. Give it to me, you know how I want it.”
I did. Hard. She taught me to fuck her hard, slamming in, pushing her legs back, the slap of skin on skin as I hammered her sex. Most of the time our couplings were fast, sneaky, seldom long and loving. My sweat dripped onto her face and those perfect breasts. Why did I ever stop this?
The bed groaned with our effort. We were eye-to-eye, her glaring at me, daring me to fuck her even harder, cumming, over and over. I was there.
“Cumming Becca.”
Her fingers dug into my arms, that’s gonna leave a mark.
“Fill my pussy. Fill my pussy with incest cum. Oh fuck!”
I came, she came. I felt it up from my feet, through my balls, and then the sweet release as I jetted deep inside her. She felt slack under me. I gently slid out and lay next to her, both of us panting. She rolled on her side and caressed my chest.
“I know we had to stop. But I won’t deny that I’m glad you broke up with Kelly. I love fucking you. It’s so wrong and that makes it so good.”
I rolled to meet her, my fingers toying with her big nipples.
“It was the right thing to do. Kelly would never have understood. But, for now, we can enjoy our forbidden affair.”
Becca rolled to her back opened her legs.
“Clean me?”
My face was at her pussy in seconds. It was one of the things she taught me. Not to fear my essence. I looked into her eyes from between her legs.
“I’ve been drinking pineapple juice for two days.”
She gently slapped my head.
“Did you remember everything I told you?”
I ran my tongue quickly up her pussy. She gasped.
“I remember how much you liked having a teenage boy lick your cunt.”
She hit me on the head.
“Naughty word. For penance, you must please me with your mouth.”
“If I must,” I said, just before pressing my mouth to her opening and plunging my tongue deep inside.
***
Sam
I’m eye-to-eye with Bonnie as she sucks my cock. I want to cum, fill her mouth, watch her joy as she finishes me. But I have needs. It’s been too long.
“Bonnie, I need to be in you.”
She released me and moved to the center of the bed, sliding a pillow under her perfect ass.
“And I need you in me. My first cock. The man that made me a woman that summer.”
I’d like to say I was smooth and easy, but I was raging for the feeling of her womanhood enveloping my cock. My memory flashed back to that summer. It was unexpected. Yes, I lusted for her, but I kept control. I was the adult, her still a teenager. But she teased, and got bolder, and I succumbed to her advances. The best thing I ever did. There is no sex better than forbidden sex, incest, fucking family.
I moved quickly, shoving her legs wide and putting my cock at her entrance. She laughed.
“Needy are we?”
I was over her now, face-to-face. I slid into her. She moaned.
“Yes, I want you. I want to fuck you all night.”
Her eyes bored into mine.
“Do it. Stick it in me. Fuck me as hard as you can. I miss this nasty sex.”
The feeling of her taking me in is impossible to describe. Pure wonder. The head of my cock touches her cervix. I slide my arms under her, feeling her firm breasts against my chest, taking in her scent.
“I love loving you.” I whisper.
“All night.” She replies and then orgasms, flooding our union with her joy.
***
Jack
Licking my cum out of Becca’s vagina, mixed with her copious flow got me hard again. After she came two times, I moved up next to her.
“You shave your pussy now, that’s different. Kelly only trimmed.”
Becca ran her hand over her mound. “I like it, too. So much more sensitive.”
Her other hand found my cock. “Mmmm, So soon, nice. May I blow you? Would you be so kind as to cum in my mouth?”
She didn’t wait for my reply. Feeling the wet warmth of her talented mouth and the dance of her tongue against the head of my cock flashed me back to my first blowjob from that talented mouth. Back then, she kept shushing me, I was moaning too loud, she feared we’d get caught. I couldn’t help it, put a pillow in my mouth. I came so hard, it almost hurt. After that, when we were away from the others, she’d touch me. Sometimes just a hand job, most times, on her knees quickly, behind the shed, in the basement, in my bed late at night. I found out that I got turned on watching her pee. She’d give me a look, pull up her dress, spread her legs and let go. She had hair then and I’d get rock hard watching the flow.
One time, I dropped to my knees and, as she finished, I dove in. Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle the shriek as my tongue cleaned her and pleased her. We almost got caught that day. Now, in this room, Becca was looking up at me from between my legs, My cock deep in her mouth. I gently held her head.
“I love you.”
Her tongue flicked on my cock in acknowledgment.
She was in no hurry. She’d suck me, and then lick my shaft and balls, while stroking me. I came close twice, she backed off. I warned her.
“Keep edging me and you’re gonna get a big one.”
She lifted her mouth off my cock, her lips caressing the head as she whispered like we had to back then, “Do it. Fill my nasty mouth with family cum.”
Ten minutes later, she shoved a finger up my ass and pinched the base of my cock when I started to orgasm. She let go and I blasted cum into her mouth. Her gulping, sucking, fingering my asshole.
***
Sam
I picked up my pace. Our bodies slapped as I drove myself deep inside her, remembering that she likes it hard sometimes.
My arms under her shoulders, my hands cradling her head for leverage as I drive my cock into her young pussy, tapping her cervix as she groans and thrashes under me, her eyes wide open and looking at me.
“So good. So nasty. Oh fuuuuucck.”
“Gonna cum, baby.”
“Do it.” She gasps, “In me. Fill me, Sam.”
I plunge deep and hold, feeling the sweet release of my orgasm deep inside her. It’s been so long, it’s like the first time. The wrongness makes it so much more intense. Bonnie cums under me.
“Oh, fuuuck, oh fuuuck. Yeah.”
I slide out and roll off her. She is splayed and panting. Her pussy hair full of us. I have to. I move between her legs. She moans.
“Oh Sam, Oh Sam, yes, please. Make me cum with your tongue.”
***
Jack
Becca and I showered, washing each other slowly, enjoying having so much safe time together. We went back to bed, made love this time. Trying out a lot of positions, mixing in some oral until we finally climaxed together and fell asleep, our naked, sweaty bodies tangled on the wet sheets.
***
Sam
Bonnie was insatiable. Being a man, and much older, I struggled to keep up, but managed to cum four times that night. Probably never do that again. The last time, I was in Bonnie’s asshole. A first. Took a while, but the plug had ignited in her a need to try. She howled, I fucked, I came. Then I licked her to two more orgasms and we collapsed into sleep.
***
I pulled into the driveway of the parents’, well, now our, house. Bonnies Mini already there. The garage door was open, Bonnie up on the ladder shoving boxes around. I walked in, stood to the side of the ladder as a box appeared over my head.
“Bout time you got here. Take this.”
She handed down a box. I put it next to the other one. I went back and stood behind her as she moved a leg up to the next step to reach.
Her pussy. Still furry and no panties. I felt my cock surge as my sister wrestled with the box, the fabric of her shorts moving to give me a perfect view of her womanhood, which looked open and excited.
“Hey, don’t just stand there and stare, take this.”
I think she caught me looking up her shorts. I took the box and went to the side of the ladder after that, the forbidden vision still on my mind.
There were a lot of boxes. Bonnie stayed on the ladder and constantly adjusted my erection as I got regular looks at my sister’s wet vagina.
We opened every box. Almost all of it was stuff we didn’t want. I called one of those clean out the basement companies to pick the stuff up that afternoon.
By early evening we had a small box of mementos and a manilla envelope marked ‘us-private.’
We got door dash and ate it on the two folding chairs and card table I brought. Bonnie held up the envelopes.
“Curious?”
I was bagging up the dinner trash. “Sure. What do you think?”
Bonnie’s nipples had been hard all day; if possible, they were even harder now. She smiled. “I’ll bet it’s good. Feels like a book and CD’s or DVD’s. You got a reader?”
I was curious but felt like I was invading.
“No, sis. We’re going to their place next week. I think we need to respect them and just give them back.”
She put the envelopes down. “Yeah, you’re right, but you have no sense of adventure.”
We watched a movie on my laptop, some thriller. I didn’t pay much attention, because sitting against her, our sweaty bodies tight, made my cock hard. I loved her sweaty, feral scent. The feel of rivulets of perspiration running between us. I had the vision of being over her, my sweat pooling on her as I thrust into her, over and over. I needed to get to bed.
The movie ended and I managed to move around in the dark room without exposing myself. Bonnie showered first, coming out in panties and a tee shirt, soaked through already.
“Well, I felt cool for a while.”
I had gotten two air beds for us since we gave away all the furniture. Tomorrow we’d clean the place and call the realtor.
I showered, didn’t masturbate, feeling like it would take too long, and knowing I had all night.
The big fan roared as I stroked my cock, the door ajar. I was in no hurry, enjoying replaying the sight of Bonnie’s sex and the feel of her next to me.
“My bed deflated.”
I yanked the sheet up. That damn fan. I never heard her approach. My bedroom is on the other side of the house, the dark side. I was pretty sure she hadn’t seen me masturbating.
“Can I share?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure.”
I saw her move to the other side of the bed, a dark mass moving. I felt the bed change as she got on, slipping under the sheet.
“Thanks.” She said.
I could feel her heat next to me. We were inches apart. She moved and her hip touched mine. She was naked. I lay, wide awake staring up into the darkness. It seemed like an hour until she spoke in a small voice.
“Do you have an erection?”
I felt guilty. “Bonnie, I, it’s…”
She interrupted me. “Just tell me, Jack. It’s okay.”
“Yes.”
There was a pause. The fan roared, the humid air moving over the sheet. I felt Bonnie’s foot touch mine and stay.
“Is that erection because of me?”
I sighed. I guess we’re gonna have that conversation.
“Yes, sis, it is.”
I felt her foot move, shoving the sheet off us, leaving us naked and uncovered on the bed in my old bedroom. Bonnie rolled to face me. I lay on my back.
“Did you look up the leg of my shorts, Jack? Did you look at your sister’s hairy pussy?”
My penis ached in its hardness. I didn’t know what to say, so I said the truth.
“Yes, Bonnie, I did.”
Her leg lay along mine. My nose caught her scent. Her hand lay on my chest.
“Did what, my brother?”
“I stood behind my sister and looked up her shorts. She had no panties on. Her pussy was open and wet.”
Bonnie’s leg moved over mine, her hand moved lower, covering my navel. I felt her pubic hair on my skin. My cock pulsed.
“Do you know why my pussy was so open and wet, brother?”
I didn’t answer right away. Bonnie’s hand moved lower and gently brushed my erection.
“Because I wanted my brother to look at my pussy. I knew I made you hard. I knew you wanted me as much as I want you. Why didn’t you ever try?”
I gasped as my sister’s hand wrapped around my cock.
“I didn’t think you were interested. You never made a move.”
I rolled to face my sister. My hand went to her hip. Bonnie fondled my balls.
“I wanted you to make the move. But I didn’t think you were interested either. I used to masturbate furiously when our Aunt and Uncle fucked on that couch. They caught me watching once. That summer…”
I cupped my sister’s face with my hand.
“May I make love to you, sister?”
Bonnie rolled over on top of me, moving up until my face rested between her perfect breasts.
“Yes, my brother, please. But first, I need you to take me. Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me as hard as you can. Then we will make love for the rest of the night.”
I felt her small hand between us, holding my cock as she rose over me.
I flinched as I felt the head of my cock touch her drenched lips. She paused.
“Are you sure?” She said.
I took a breast in each hand, pinching the nipples, eliciting a gasp.
“Fuck me, Bonnie. Fuck your brother.”
I cried out as my cock slid between Bonnie’s lips and inside her. Her vagina was hot, clamped my penis in a sodden vice. My sister settled on me, my cock all the way in her. I fought not to cum. Bonnie quivered. We were both panting.
“I came.”
“I know. That’s one.”
She posted on my cock, giggling. “Should we count?”
I pulled my sister down to me and kissed her, deep and hard.
“No, let’s just fuck.”
Her hands braced on my chest; my sister rode me. She cums in waves, the juice of her lust running off me. I held out for a while, but the deep wrongness was too stimulating.
“Get off me, sis. I want to be over you.”
“Oh, Jack.” She said. Rolling off me, laying, hooking her hands behind her knees. Her voice low and lusty in the darkness. “Fuck me hard, Jack. Fuck your sister like you wanted to do that summer.”
I moved between her legs, savoring the contact, feeling our sweat combine as I placed the head of my penis at her entrance. I leaned over, our mouths met. Open, tongues tangling, moaning. I moved, my penis slipped in an inch. Bonnie moaned. I broke our kiss, our foreheads touching. Panting.
“Stick it in me, brother. Fuck sis as hard as you can. I can take it.”
I held her legs back and slammed my cock into her. She grunted every time I hit her cervix. She growled. “Fuck me, brother. Fuck your sister.”
She was getting off to incest as much as I was. Here I was, finally. Fucking my sister, my fantasy, and it was better than I ever imagined. But I couldn’t last.
“I’m gonna cum, sis.”
“In me. Oooof!” she growled as the head of my cock slammed her cervix again. Two more and I was there.
“Ohhhhh, Boinnnnniiieeeee!” I howled as my orgasm flowed up from my feet, through my balls and I jetted hard inside my sister. I never wanted to stop cumming.
Still inside her, I lay on her, our mouths touching.
“I love you, Bonnie.”
Tears at the corner of her eye.
“Oh, sis. This was a mistake. I’m so sorry.”
I tried to get off her. Her arms around me, pulling me down, our mouths meeting as he spoke.
“I love you, Jack. I’m crying from joy. I’m a pervert. I’ve wanted to fuck you since that summer. This is the greatest moment of my life.”
We kissed slow and deep, exploring. Our eyes open and bonded. I felt myself growing again. I pulled back, Bonnie smiled.
“You’re cock is hard, brother.”
I moved back and forth a little. Bonnie gasped. I smiled.
“Your fault for being such a sexy slut of a sister.”
Bonnie pinched one of my nipples. “I am a slut. A nasty slut, but only for family.”
“Family is best.” I said, wondering at her choice of words and conscious of my transgressions. I pulled out of her and moved lower. Bonnie touched my head.
“You don’t have to. I mean, you just…”
I looked up at my sister from between her legs, her furry pussy tickling my chin, and our combined scent filling my nose.
“Sister, I’m going to put my mouth where you pee. Where I just fucked you and filled you with my cum. I’m going to lick you clean and make you cum with my tongue.”
Bonnie shook and I saw a river of our fluid, run out of her vagina.
“Oh fuck that’s hot.” She moaned, her hips pressing up, needy for my mouth.
I talked to her, my lips brushing her vagina. “My first lover, an older woman, taught me to not fear my essence.”
I extended my tongue and licked my sister’s pussy from bottom to top, flicking her hard, long clit at the end. Bonnie shook, came again, more out of her vagina. I paused, my hot breath on her most sensitive area. Bonnie panting.
“Oh, Jack. Oh, my brother. Do not make me wait. Eat me. Eat your sister’s cunt. I want to cum all over your face.”
I moved my hands up to capture her nipples as I plunged my mouth onto her sex. Growling, licking, jamming my tongue deep, tasting her, tasting us, my hard cock rubbing the sheets, Bonnie thrashing moaning.
Finally, she gently pressed my head from between her legs.
“Enough, my brother, for now. It’s my turn.”
On my back in that dark room, feeling Bonnie between my legs, her small hands on my thighs, moving up.
“My first lover was an older man. He was kind and gentle. He taught me how to please a man, enjoy pleasing a man.
I felt her breath on my erection, one hand holding my cock, the other my sac.
“He taught me how to suck a cock. He taught me how to enjoy having a hard cock climax in my mouth. I love him for that. Cum in my mouth, brother.”
My sister slid her wet mouth over my cock, taking almost all of me. I gasped.
“Oh, sister.”
Fortunately, I had cum, so I got to enjoy having my cock in my sister’s mouth for a while. She was so good. Her hand held and stoked the part of my cock not in her mouth. Her tongue licking the underside. She’d pause and just suck the large fat head. Her other hand, finger extended, moved lower and teased my hole. Nobody has ever done that, and I loved it.
In the darkness, I could make out her shape, her head bobbing. My sister is sucking my cock and loving it. I wasn’t going to last.
“I’m going to cum in your hot fucking mouth, sister.”
She growled and sucked harder. I gently held her head.
“Cumming, sis.”
She gulped as my cock twitched and my orgasm flew into her mouth.
“Oh, Bonnie. Oh, Bonnie, Oh Bonnie.” I cried as my penis released.
I was done. Bonnie let my cock drop from her mouth and moved up next to me, against me. We were a sweaty mess. I had never been more content.
“Thank you, sis.” I said, my hand caressing her shoulder.
“Thank you for fucking and eating me.” Bonnie replied. I laughed.
“Such a mouth on you.”
My sister hugged me. “You know we’re gonna do this again, right?”
“I hope so. Should we take a shower?”
“In a minute.” Bonnie said in a cloudy voice.
The big fan roared, humid air flowed over our bodies. Sunlight filling the room. Bonnie, still asleep. I moved slowly so as not to wake her and just looked at her.
She lay on her back, head to one side, legs open. She was beautiful. Her breasts, firm, didn’t fall to each side but stood proud, her nipples still red from my fingers. Her skin, smooth and soft. My sister, naked, for me, for us.
Between her legs, a nest of curly brown hair, a mess with our contributions. She smelled earthy. Her eyes opened.
“In the dirty books, the girl wakes up to the brother sucking her pussy.”
I laughed. “In the real world, you let the sister you love sleep, knowing you can suck on her cunt all day.”
Bonnie laughed and slapped my thigh. “Crude, brother, too crude.”
We got up and headed to the bathroom for the shower we didn’t get last night. We passed her room, the bed, fully inflated.
“You lied to me, sister.”
Bonnie put her hand on my ass. “I needed an excuse. I thought you wanted me, but I had to have an out, just in case.”
Standing together in that old tub, laughing. Bonnie gently massaged my chest with a soapy hand.
“You have any idea how many times I masturbated in this shower imagining doing what we’re doing right now?”
Her hand moved down and gave a soapy stroke to my rigid penis.
“As many times as I pasted this wall with my cum wondering what my sister looked like under her clothes.”
Bonnie was masturbating me. “Wanna paste it again? For old times sake?”
I cupped her modest breast, pinching the nipple. “No, I want to cum all over my sister because it’s so nasty and wrong.”
Bonnie knelt in the tub, warm water cascading over her face. “Do it now, Jack. Cum all over me.”
Bonnie fondled my balls and slipped a soapy finger in my ass while I masturbated. It didn’t take long.
“Oh, fuck. Cumming, sis.”
Her upturned face, water streaming off it, mouth open. I grunted and a thick bolt of cum jetted out and across my sister’s face. She blinked as the second one fell into her open mouth and the third across her forehead and into her hair.
“Oh, Jack. That was hot. You can cum all over me any time.”
She stood, we hugged and kissed. I tasted myself on my sister’s lips. I liked it.
The water was cold now. We jumped out, dried each other. Me, behind my sister, on my knees, drying her legs. I drop the towel, put both hands on her trim ass, pull her open and bury my tongue in her asshole. Bonnie squealed.
“Oh fuck! Nobody’s ever done that.”
I pause, still licking. “Fuck your ass?”
Bonnie giggled. “Oh hell no. My first lover got that. I mean licked my butthole.”
“Did you like it?”
“Feel my pussy.”
I ran my hand up her leg. Her vagina, wet, open.
“Guess so.”
Bonnie, bending over the sink. “Wanna fuck my ass, brother?”
I stood and stared. I love my sister.
“I love you, Bonnie.”
She stood and turned. We embraced, kissed, tongues tangled. My erection between her legs, lengthwise against her soaked sex, eyes open. My hands moved down, cupping her cute little ass, pulling her to me. We paused, panting, lips brushing.
“Why is this so intense?” She asked.
“Because it’s us.” I replied.
On the way back to my room, Bonnie stopped in hers and got lube out of her bag and picked up the vibrator lying next to the bed.
“You were that sure?” I asked.
Bonnie giggled. “No, I use it for the butt plug. The butt plug that’s gonna make it easy for my brother to shove his erect penis up my asshole.”
I blushed. Bonnie laughed. “Wow, still a little embarrassed about having sex with your sister.”
Bonnie, on all fours, her head on the bed, lubed vibrator poking her asshole as I stroked my cock with lube.
“Use lots, bro, I want to enjoy this.”
On my knees, I moved between Bonnie’s legs, pushed her hand away from the vibe up her ass, and gently pulled it out.
Her hole gaped and I quickly stuck my erection in, just the head.
“Oh, fuck, that’s good. More Jack, give me more.”
My hands cupping the blades of her hip bone. I looked down at my sister’s trim little waist and perfect round ass. My cock spreading her hole, the area shiny with all the lube. I pushed and more of my cock slid inside her.
“Oh yes. Thank you, Jack.”
Our hips met, I paused. We were both panting. Bonnie growled. “Fuck my ass brother. Hard. Do it hard. I can take it. I want it. Fuck my hole.”
I nearly came from her talk. I’ve only fucked one other ass. My sister’s ass had me in a tight vise. I stroked, fighting my orgasm. Faster now, slamming my body into hers, driving her face into the bed, our skin slapping. My sweat pouring off me, running off Bonnie’s ass. Her feral scent filling the air. I’m fucking my sister’s ass. I want to do it a lot now.
Bonnie, a hand under her, rubbing her clitoris as I pound her ass, cumming, moaning.
“Unggh, ungghh, cumming bro. Fuck my asshole.”
I’m at my limit. “Cumming, sis. I’m gonna cum in your ass.”
Bonnie climaxes as I ram deep and hold, releasing deep inside her. My whole body quakes as I feel one, two, then a third wonderful jet of cum shoot deep inside a forbidden place.
I slowly pull out and roll over. Bonnie on top of me. We’re both sweaty.
“Best fuck I ever got.” She says, kissing me.
“I still need to clean you up.”
Bonnie staring at me. “You’d DO that?”
I shove her off, fold her legs back and jam my tongue up her ass. Bonnie climaxes.
“Oh, fukidity fuck, fuck, fuck!” She yells as I lick the lube and my cum from her hole.
I release her and her legs fall. I’m kneeling between her legs.
“You’re the best lover I’ve ever had.” She says.
I run my hand up her trim leg. “You too. You make me want to do things.”
Bonnie laughed. “Soooo, you’ve never…?”
“I’ve fucked an ass, but the rest, no.”
Bonnie laughed. “I’m glad to hear that. So, brother, what are we doing today? We had planned on cleaning and listing the place today.”
I got up. “It doesn’t need that much cleaning. When do you have to leave?”
Bonnie smiled. “I could put it off one more night.”
I extended my hand, helping my sister off the bed. “Why don’t we clean the place and then fuck and suck till tomorrow?”
We hugged as Bonnie laughed. “Making up for lost time?”
My penis, hard again, rubbing on her leg. “Absolutely.”
The next morning, watching the realtor pull away, the new sign stuck in the yard. Bonnie squeezed my hand.
“Now what?”
We stepped back inside the house and wordlessly stripped. I took my sister into my arms.
“I want to live with you.”
My erection between my sister’s legs, bathed in her fluid. “So do I, but.”
I move my hand’s hold her tight little ass. “We’ll move to a new town. Get rings. Nobody has to know.”
Bonnie’s mouth on mine. “Can we do that? What about our parents?”
My logic had yielded to my lust. I could feel the head of my penis at my sister’s entrance. She put one foot up on a box. “Fuck me, brother.”
We did it, standing, in the living room. We didn’t last long, but it was good.
Still naked, still talking after. “So, what about our parents?”
Many thoughts ran through my head, but no answers. “I don’t know, Bonnie. All I know is that I don’t want this to end, and I don’t want to have to travel to put my penis inside your body.”
Bonnie laughed, her modest breasts shaking. “Oh fuck, that’s funny.”
She got herself under control. “Well, we need to deliver this secret package. While we’re there, let’s kinda see what the vibe is.”
“You think our parents would be okay having their kids living as man and wife?”
Bonnie shrugged. “If we ask and they freak, what are you going to do? Let’s not do the ring thing.”
“Yeah, better idea. But we’re moving in together, right?”
Bonnie gently took my very well-used penis in her hand. “I couldn’t bear you having to travel to put this inside your sister.”
***
Mom and Dad have a small condo. Bonnie and I had flown in from different directions. I got us a room at the airport motel. It had been two weeks since we began our sexual relationship in our family home. We face time and masturbate and swap nasty pics. It’s not even close to the same but we have to wait for the house to sell and get jobs that work for what we want to do.
I hear the door lock click and my sister walks in.
“Wow, not even a hello?”
I’m naked and hard on the bed, stripped of all but the bottom sheet.
“Get naked sis and ride my cock.”
Bonnie slipping the shoulder straps off her dress, letting it fall off her naked body. “I’ve been drenched since I got on the plane. I need you in me.”
As she moves towards the bed, I enjoy watching her breasts move, the nipples long and hard. Her pussy, trimmed, shiny with her need. She stops and turns slowly, smiling.
“You’re teasing me, sis.”
Bonnie opens her stance, puts her hand between her legs, brings out fingers covered with her need. “See what you do to me? I masturbate three times a day thinking about fucking my brother.”
I jack my cock. “I bated in the plane bathroom to your pics on my phone.”
Bonnie climbs over me, my penis in her hand, rubbing the head along her drenched vagina. “I want you so fucking much.”
She sits hard, driving me deep inside, touching her cervix. I feel the flood.
“Cumming Jack. Your sister has your cock deep inside where you belong.”
We fucked hard and fast, knowing we had to get to the folk’s house. Bonnie sweating over me, cumming, flooding our union with her joy. Me close, unable to hold back.
“Cumming, sis.”
Bonnie moving faster, her hand rubbing her clit. “One more, bro. Give me one more.”
I do, and we crest in unison, howling like dogs.
No time for cuddling, we shower quickly and head for our parent’s condo.
Our parents have a small condo, third-floor beachfront. Mom answered the door. I concentrated on keeping my mouth from hanging open. Back then, Mom wore a lot of overalls and jeans, flowy peasant shirts. Before me was a tan, trim woman in her fifties in a string bikini.
“Jack! Bonnie!”
Arms out, we hugged. I just went with it. She felt good in my arms, firm, like my sister. I felt her nipples through my shirt and the gentle mound of her pubis pressed against my cock which fought to behave. Mom let me go and hugged Bonnie, who gave me a look as they did. I shrugged. The back of my mother’s swimsuit was not a thong, but as close as you could get. She looked good.
Dad, in a swimsuit, not a speedo, came over and shook my hand.
“Been way too long, son.”
Dad hugged Bonnie, his hands on the top of her ass, way too low, but she didn’t react. I wondered if he could feel that his daughter had nothing on under that light summer dress.
We stood facing each other. Mom touched our hands.
“Do you forgive us for leaving like that?”
Bonnie and I laughed, leaning into each other, holding hands. “No,” I said. “It was a shock. But it brought us back together. We haven’t seen each other in years, and we had a great time building a new bond.”
Dad got us drinks and we settled on the big couch. I sat next to Bonnie, close, nearly touching. Mom leaned back and took a sip.
“So, I guess you found my sweater drawer?”
We both blushed. Mom laughed. “I didn’t even think of it. I suppose I should apologize.”
Bonnie waved her drink, like mine, a bit strong. “No problem, mom. Nothing we haven’t seen before.”
Mom, with a wicked smile. “Oh, you’ve seen my sex toys before?”
“Umm, no, I, uh, you know, we’re adults and everybody does it…”
Mom digging in. “Oh, you meant that you have vibrators and butt plugs of your own. I get it. Of course.”
Poor Bonnie, red as a beet, stopped talking. I came to her defense. “Mom, stop it. Bonnie and I are in our twenties, we’re not kids.”
Dad got up to fuss with dinner. Mom smiled. “Just like you, Jack, defending your sister. Did you find anything else?”
I pulled the envelope out of the grocery bag I brought. “Just this.”
Mom took it. Dad looked over her shoulder. “Still sealed.”
Bonnie started. “Dad, it says, “Us-private.” Why would we open it?”
Mom put the envelope on the table, got up, made us another drink. Two more of these and I’m not driving anywhere.
We sat and talked, the rum having its effect. Mom and Dad talked about life in Florida and how they go to this camp they like over near Orlando. It sounded suspiciously dirty, but they were vague.
Wine with dinner. I had one glass. I was really feeling the booze and needed to dial back before we left. The conversation flowed. Bonnie talked about “Kyle the fag” and I talked about Kerry. Mom and Dad sympathized and said we’ll meet the right one soon. Bonnie and I looked at each other without thinking, and we got caught, I think.
Under the table, I ran my finger up my sister’s leg. She visibly quivered and pushed my hand away. But she smiled.
Bonnie and I told the folks we’d be moving closer and sharing a place, using the money from the sale of the house. They were overjoyed.
“Fantastic!” Dad said and hugged me.
“It will be wonderful to have you two so close,” Mom said, “Your Aunt and Uncle are down here now.” That brought some familiar visions to my mind.
Back on the couch, after dinner. Mom picked up the envelope. “Curious?” She asked.
Bonnie and I blushed a little. “Mom, that’s your private whatever.”
Mom got up; her swimsuit bottom now scrunched up her perfect, round, butt. Her nipples were hard, two fat bullets in that flimsy top. My cock was stiff, I shifted to hide it. She picked up the envelope, ripped it open, took out a small photo album and a DVD. She handed us the album. I saw Dad adjust his cock, which looked hard. I didn’t know what was going on. Bonnie gave me a quizzical look. I took the book from Mom’s hand.
Something was up. I caught Mom’s eye. She ignored me and went back to putting a DVD in the player under the 60-inch flatscreen, giving us all a nice view of her round ass with a line of fabric up her crease. Dad was in the kitchen, I think. Bonnie moved closer, her body against mine. I felt her lush breast pressing against my arm, my mind feeling it naked, wishing I could touch her.
I opened the cover. My mother, naked, on her knees, my father’s cock in her mouth. I heard Bonnie gasp. I turned the page. Dad between Mom’s legs, licking her pussy. I kept turning. Bonnie’s fingers dug into my arm as we looked at picture after picture. Closeups of Dad’s cock and Mom’s pussy running with her excitement. Dad’s cock at Mom’s entrance, in her.
Some longer shots of them fucking and sucking. I could hear my sister panting next to me. Her hand moved down and touched my erection through my shorts.
We both heard the TV come to life and looked up. A hotel room decorated in a tropical theme. Mom and Dad, naked, him fully erect, the bed stripped of all but the bottom sheet. A knock on the door. Mom walks over, her perfect ass swaying, opens the door.
My Aunt and Uncle stroll in laughing. My Aunt goes up to Dad, hugs him. Oh, Sam, you’re ahead of us. I see my Uncle George hug Mom. “Nice touch, sis.”
My Uncle George is kissing Mom hard as she helps him off with the few clothes he has on. Next to them, Aunt Jane is on her knees, my dad’s erection deep in her mouth. He has his hands holding her head. “Yeah, sis, suck my cock.” Now, my mother pushes her brother onto the bed and climbs over him. “It’s sibling fuck time.” She giggles.
Bonnie and I are riveted to the screen. My sister’s hand is over the bulge in my shorts and without thinking I’ve run my hand up under my sister’s dress, my finger is toying with her wetness. On the screen, Dad has Aunt Jane on the bed next to Mom and her brother and he’s licking her pussy. I suddenly realize where my hand and my sisters are and pull back. Bonnie and I look for them.
Mom and Dad are standing off to one side, naked. Dad’s cock rigid, mom shaved smooth, her apex shiny with excitement. Bonnie and I alternately stare at our parents, each other, and the TV. Mom drops to her knees and takes Dad’s cock into her mouth. Dad sighs as he says. “So, how long have you two been fucking?”
Bonnie and I are just staring, unable to speak. Dad laughs. Bonnie finds her voice. “That’s your brother.” I add, “And your sister.” On the screen, Mom is riding her brother, a steady stream of hot talk. “Fuck me, brother. I’m so fucking wet.” Dad is pounding his sister’s pussy next to them. The bed creaking its complaint.
Mom stops sucking Dad’s cock. “Answer the question, dear and we will share all.”
I take over and answer. “It started when we were emptying your house.”
Mom stood next to Dad now. They were masturbating each other. Nobody was talking so I gave a brief version of how my sister and I ended up as lovers. There was a beat of silence when I finished. Mom laughed. “Well, that took long enough.”
The DVD was still running with the sound low. My parents and their siblings were enjoying themselves in a variety of positions. It was obviously not the first time. I pointed to the screen; Dad laughed.
“Jane and I started experimenting when we were in high school. In college, we met George and your mother. Jane and I suspected they were special and one night we had a four-way after a lot of dope and all the secrets came out. We’ve been swapping ever since. Doesn’t have to be all four, we have permission, whenever and wherever. It was tough once you kids came along. Your mother and I waited for you two. We knew you wanted to, but we refused to lift a finger to help. Had to be your idea. We thought that summer would be it, but you idiots just stumbled along, clueless that each of you was fucking a parent.”
Bonnie stared at me with the same look I had. “You were….?” She said.
“Fucking mom.” I answered, “And you were…?”
“Fucking Dad.” Bonnie replied in a whisper.
We both turned to face our parents, the DVD forgotten. Bonnie spoke.
“So, we were having sex with each of you and thought it was a big secret. You wanted Jack and I to hook up, but you wouldn’t help?”
Mom walked over, extended her hand, I took it and rose. She hugged me and all those old feelings flooded back from a little over a week ago. Mom looked at my sister.
“Yes, Bonnie. You see, parents can sway the thinking of their children either by example or leveraging the parent-child relationship. For family love, you cannot do that. It had to be your idea. Yes, Dad and I were selfish, fucking younger partners, but, if you recall, it was you who initiated with Dad, just like it was Jack that started feeling up his mother. Once that happened, it was okay with us. You were adults by then and we exerted no pressure. Are you angry?”
Dad came over and took Bonnie’s hand. She stood and they hugged, Bonnie taking Dad’s cock and slipping it between her legs, tangled in the dress fabric. “No, Mom, just shocked.”
My hands were full of mom’s hard ass. “I thought this was a big, dangerous secret. Bonnie and I swore we’d be cool while we were visiting.”
Dad stepped back and leaned over, taking the hem of Bonnie’s dress in his hands. “May I?”
Bonnie looked at me. I smiled. “I want to, sis. How about you?”
Bonnie giggled. “I’m fucking soaked. Strip me, Daddy.”
Dad whipped Bonnie’s dress off and left it to flutter off. “No panties or a bra? Did you know?”
By now, Mom had shucked my shirt and was on her knees dropping my shorts. “Same thing here, Sam. Couple of perverts we have.”
I laughed. “Okay, truth. My sister and I were fucking up until the last minute. We swore we’d behave while we were here and then fuck our brains out when we got back to the room.”
Everybody laughed. Bonnie dropped to her knees in front of Dad. “Jack and I haven’t fucked since we left the house. When I got to the room, Jack was naked and hard. We’re so bad.”
Bonnie looked at me. “You okay? Should we show each other what we’ve been up to all these years?”
I was standing in front of Mom, the couch right behind her. I put my hand between her perfect breasts and gave her a shove. She oofed and fell back into it, laughing. I looked at Dad. “Sit next to our mother while your daughter and I service you.”
As Dad settled next to Mom, Bonnie and I embraced. I felt my cock sliding against her soaked vagina as we kissed deeply, her hard nipples poking my chest.
“Ohhhhh, fuuuuuck.” My mother moaned, “Better than I ever imagined.”
Dad said. “Do us later. Fuck for us.”
I lay on the floor as Bonnie hovered over me. I heard movement and a strong hand held my cock. Dad said, “Let me help.” It felt weird having another man’s hand on my erection, but I didn’t mind, which surprised me.
Bonnie moaned as Dad ran the head of my cock along her pussy. “Stop teasing me, Father, or I won’t fuck you.”
Dad let go and laughed. “Never happen, baby. Go for it.”
Bonnie took all of me, paused while she orgasmed. “We’re fucking in front of our parents.” She rasped.
I pinched her nipples. “Love it. Ride me, sis. Make me cum.”
Mom and Dad sat on the couch, masturbating each other as my sister shifted her hips back and forth over my cock. Her juice poured out over us. The room already redolent with the scent of lust. I took Bonnie’s breasts in my hands. She groaned.
“Don’t do it, bro. Dad used to do that. Made me cum so hard.”
I took a nipple in each hand, pinched hard, and pulled. Bonnie howled.
“OHHHHHH FUUUUUCK!”
Her pussy gripped my cock and a torrent flowed out. Mom and Dad laughed.
“May we have a turn?” Mom asked.
Dad lay on the floor as Bonnie let my cock slip from her pussy, leaving a long link of girl drool. Mom kissed her, deep and hard. Bonnie, surprised but got into it instantly, returning the passion. Dad and I watched, their breasts pressed together, arms around their torso, mom’s hand slipping between her daughter’s legs. They broke. Bonnie was panting. Mom smiled and cupped her daughter’s breast with a hand. “Ever been with a woman?”
Bonnie blushed. I was surprised. “No, Mom, never. But that felt really good.”
Mom fingered her daughter. “Well, baby, we have all night.”
They broke their embrace and Bonnie moved over Dad. “Help me out, Jack,” Dad said.
Mom and Bonnie watched as I took my father’s cock in my hand. Strange to be holding a cock and not having the feeling. I’d never held another cock, but I was okay with it, it was family.
“Tease her pussy with it.” Mom said, her fingers inside her pussy.
Bonnie moaned as I ran the head of Dad’s cock up and down her wet vagina. “Oh, bro, you’re killin me. Put it in, I need Daddy cock.”
So funny, I’m trying to get Dad’s cock in her pussy. I know how it feels, but it’s not my cock. I did it and let go as my sister slid down, taking all of her father’s cock inside her. We all gasped.
Mom and I watched as father and daughter fucked on the living room floor. Mom held my cock. “Maybe we should go to the bed.”
I slid my hand between my mom’s thighs. “Maybe you should lie down and let your son fuck you.”
Mom giggled and got down on the floor. “So practical, my son.”
I spread her legs and gave her pussy a quick lick. “No, just really hot for my mom.”
She looked into my eyes as a looked over her, the head of my penis notched in her warm, wet opening. “It’s only been a week.”
She moaned as I slid in. “Gonna be a lot more often soon.”
I watched Bonnie ride Dad as I fucked my mother. Sensory overload. Mom and I were familiar, but watching my newest lover, my sister, enjoying the first man she ever had sex with while I enjoyed the woman that took my virginity, our parents. Too much. The sounds of incest, the scents.
“Oh, Mom. I’m gonna cum. Sorry.”
“Mom panting under me. “Gimmie one more baby, then fill me.”
I held off until Mom grunted and I felt the warm flow at our union. I pumped her a half dozen times and then came, flooding her as she moaned.
“So fuckin good.”
I lay next to my mother, who leaned against the couch. Dad and Bonnie had finished before us. Bonnie sat Indian style, watching. Her finger plowing through the combined mess in her pubic hair. Mom wiped the sweat off her face and looked at her daughter’s pussy.
“We need to clean up, young lady.”
Bonnie looked at me. Mom moved over and shoved Bonnie, she lay back. “Mom?”
My mother moved over her daughter, tracing her tongue over Bonnie’s abdomen as she swung her leg over her daughter’s head.
“If it’s not your thing, baby, say so. I’m dying to lick you either way.”
Bonnie guided her mother’s legs, looking up into her messy pussy.
“I’ve taken plenty of Jack’s cum and I’ve tasted my own. Always wondered what it would be like. Put your pussy on your daughter’s mouth, Mother.”
Dad and I moaned as we watched our women make love. Mostly muffled moans and some slurping, but overall, quite loving. My cock got hard again. I looked over, Dad was back up too.
‘Wanna try?” He asked.
I blushed. “Not tonight, Dad. Never thought about that, not sure I’m interested.”
“Cool.”
The problem, if that’s the right word, with two women making love, is that since they can orgasm almost endlessly. Not being familiar with lesbian sex I had no idea how partners decide when they are satiated.
Mom laid over Bonnie, her hands under her daughter’s amazing ass, her face pressed against my sister’s vagina. Bonnie, under, her legs splayed wide, her hands clutching her mother’s perfect ass as she licked the opening of her birth, her face messy with mom’s cum. Too wild. Never in my wildest fantasies did I picture this. Dad laughed.
“Fucking crazy, huh?”
“Fucking crazy.” I replied as Mom and Bonnie finally broke their incestuous, lesbian embrace. They lay there and looked at us. Bonnie wiped her mouth.
“Well, I ain’t changin’ sides, but that was fun.”
We all laughed and got up.
“I’m beat,” Dad said, “Let’s get some sleep.”
Mom took my hand, “You two wanna stay?”
I looked at Bonnie, she smiled. “Sure, Mom.”
Bonnie took Dad’s hand, and I took Mom’s as she said.
“Good. Uncle George and Aunt Jane are coming by in the morning.”
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