Jill pushed her brother down on the bed and crawled onto him and she took his face in her hands, “Then our life together has begun and it’s never going to end,” and she bent down and kissed him and just as he was about to squeeze her into him, she jumped up to stand on the bed where he watched her quickly take off her clothes but when she had everything off but her panties she looked down at him, “Well?” And when he smiled, she fell onto him squealing like a school girl. Then she straddled him, sitting on his stomach, rubbing herself into him, smiling down at him, “It’s like old times, ah, you, me and my panties?” When she bent down and kissed him he took the breasts swaying above him in his hands and she pulled back, covering his hands with hers, “We were naughty, weren’t we?”
“Oh, God, ya, we were just so fucking …”
“Did you think about those days, Jake?”
Jake shook his head, “I couldn’t, Jill, I just couldn’t let you in, it hurt too much.”
“But I’m in now?” Jill’s voice was weak, almost like a child’s. She wanted reassurance.
“We’re together, Jill, we’re together,” but as she bent down to kiss him he added, laughing “But you really were a little harlot, a trollop, a strumpet …”
Jill pulled the pillow from above his head and beat him with it, “Who’re you calling a strumpet, you sister fucking …” but she couldn’t finish, she collapsed into his arms laughing, pushing her hands under his body, holding him, “Oh, God, Jake, this is going to be so fucking great.”
And for the first time he thought so, too and he pulled her head gently back and brought his lips to hers with a passion he hadn’t known since youth. And she responded, wrapping her arms around his head and pressing her face into his, pushing her tongue into his tongue, driving her spit into his. She was moaning now and forcing her words into his mouth, “Oh God, Jake, oh Jake,” and his fingers were raking down her back but when they got to her ass, he stopped and sat up, tipping her onto her back.
There was a hint of fear in her eyes when she looked up at him so he quickly bent down and kissed her lightly, “I just want to look at you Jill.”
Jill jumped from the bed, laughing again and she twirl three times beside the bed, “Look what you get for twenty thousand bucks in gym fees,” and she continued to laugh gaily, but he didn’t, instead he stopped her and held her by the hips, “You’re beautiful, Jill, you’re really, really beautiful. You should be very proud of yourself,” and he pulled her in and as he pushed his face against her tight white stomach she jumped on him, pinning his head against the bed.
His hands were on her ass pushing her upwards until his face was pressed into her panties and he could feel her heat and as he pressed her into his face she pivoted around him and as he kicked off his shoes, she quickly took off his pants and underwear, and took his stiff dick in her fingers and studied it, twisting it gently before kissing it, lightly on the head and then she sucked at it, rubbing the head into her teeth and then she opened her mouth and sucked it tenderly, soothingly, letting her saliva build along its length and then she took it from her mouth and pressed it against her cheek. “Put it in me, Jake.”
He pulled her panties off and when he did he stuck his face between her legs and kissed her, pushing her into his face, sucking deeply and then he let her go and brought her around to lie on top of him and he kissed her eyes and sucked on her nose.
“You smell,” she laughed. “I could never be a lesbian.”
“Don’t you like me kissing you there?”
“Oh, God, yes, Jake, I love you kissing me everywhere it’s just that I don’t know how you can do it.”
“What, are you kidding,” he threw her from him and was at the end of the bed on his knees dragging her on her stomach to him but she was resisting, pulling at the covers, laughing and licking at him, but he had her legs pinned and he was forcing her open, biting on her ass, little bites, sucking bites and she rose up for him and he folded his arms under her legs and forced his face into her juices.
She wasn’t trying to kick any more, instead she was gyrating and pushing into him and when he felt she had built almost to the point of release he let go of her and turned her over on the bed and was on top of her and he put his prick to her and gently eased it in while she pushed at it, eagerly, demandingly and when her cries reached crescendo he brought his mouth down on hers and absorbed the screams, absorbed her high-pitched squeals into his throat until there was only panting.
He had a smile on his face when he rolled off her, and so did she when she rolled up on her arm and spat at him, spat full in his face but before he could react she was rubbing his mouth roughly with the sheets and when she finished she quickly jumped on top of him and put her mouth on his and his prick inside her and she slowly ground at him, sucking his mouth, pulling his tongue into hers, biting it as she worked her cunt up and down his slippery prick until she felt him explode in her, until the moan echoing inside her head began to diminish but before he relaxed, spent, she pulled his prick out of her, reached down, swabbed herself with her fingers and wiped their juices roughly over his face and before he could react, she rolled off the bed and ran from the room.
But to where? He didn’t know. He laughed and wiped his face on the sheet then got off the bed to find her. He poked his head into the other rooms along the hallway, bedrooms, three of them including one that was clearly hers. Another room was a library, complete with floor to ceiling book cases, leather furniture arranged around a fireplace, and a large table with computer. Beside the library along the hallway was, what? A media room? Electronics were neatly stacked against one wall and an immense CD collection covered another.
He padded past the living room to the kitchen and found her on the balcony, in a hot tub and when he slipped in beside her he went under the water and rubbed at his face.
When he surfaced, he said, “That was disgusting.”
She laughed and took his hand, “As disgusting as making me suck on my own pussy?” She pulled him to her and quickly became reflective, “Most every night I would come in her for awhile to unwind and I never once came here without wondering if the day would ever come when you would be in here with me.” She smiled at him, as if the admission was painful, “And now you’re here, we’re finally together. Don’t ever leave me, Jake.”
He put his arms around her and held her tight, “I won’t,” he said, kissing her lightly and when he added, “You’re my only chance at happiness,” she squeezed hard.
“Oh, God, Jake, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“I think it’s true,” there was a grim look on his face, “I don’t know where it’s going to lead, but it’s true, you’re my only chance at happiness.”
She searched his face and tried an unconvincing smile, “You don’t look very happy about it.”
“I’m 40 years old and the only woman I’ve ever been able to love is my own sister, and as bad, the only man she’s been able to love is her own fucking brother.”
“Does that bother you?”
“Of course it bothers me, why wouldn’t it? But it doesn’t seem to bother you. It never has.”
“Bother me? Why should it? Because the one man I love is my brother. That should bother me?”
“I don’t know why you always make this so difficult for me. Can’t you just for once admit that it’s wrong, morally, legally and socially wrong?”
“No, I won’t admit it’s wrong because it isn’t, not to me. It’s right, I love you and I love loving you, I love everything about loving you,” and she pushed him playfully, “and I’d like to show you right now.” She climbed from the tub and bent down to help him out and when he climbed out she noticed his hard on. “If what we’re doing is so wrong, why do you have that?” She took him by his pecker and led him through the kitchen to the hall and their bedroom.
“Do you mind,” he laughed.
“Afraid to answer my question?”
“I have this for a number of reasons; I love you, you have a sexy body, I like the way your tits giggle, your love for me turns me on, the prospects of fucking you is, well … I come by my erection quite honestly.”
“Well,” she said, “You’re proving my point.”
“No I’m not. Men get hard-ons looking at women’s giggling breasts, it doesn’t matter who they’re attached to.”
“Actually, I was thinking of the smile on your face. That’s what proves my point, I am making you happy and sex is only one element of that and, for the life of me, I can’t see anything wrong with it. Would you rather be miserable, would society prefer you to be miserable? Stand here.” She went into the en suite and came out with a towel which applied all over his body before hooking the towel on his hard-on and crawling onto the bed, kneeling and waiting for him.
He kneeled on the bed beside her and toweled her off then pushed her down and lay beside her. “All I’m saying is this is going to be difficult. People are going to talk and there will be consequences, surely, you must know that.”
“And if you were a Norwegian fisherman, would I be telling everyone how much I enjoyed having you in my bed, how much I enjoyed fucking you?” She could see he understood her, “No, well I’m not going to be bragging about how good our sex life is, either.”
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