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Les had just a dot of perfume and smelled crisp and clean. My hands held her toned body. I couldn't help moving my hands; feeling where her trim waist changed into her hips, my fingers exploring the gentle curve, not feeling anything under that dress.
Then I felt it. I was getting an erection dancing with my sister. She had her body pressed against mine and it was already too late. I moved my hips back, Les pressed her hips in, "It's okay, Jack, we're family."
We danced, slowly, my sister rubbing her mound against my erection, she may have orgasmed, I'm not sure. I didn't, though it was close. I was worried about what we'd do when the song ended but it swung into a fast number, and Les smiled wickedly. We broke apart and danced, letting my cock soften and her nipples go down.
We stood next to our cars in the dark. "I had a great time, Jack." Les said, keeping a few inches between us.
"Me too, sis," I replied.
She laughed, pushing me away, "You have NEVER called me sis."
I stood and looked into her blue eyes, "You like it?"
Les cocked her head and moved into my arms. I felt her lips touch mine, closed, but so wet and warm. I wrapped my arms around her. She spoke, her lips brushing mine, "No, I don't. Just call me Les, like you always have."
My cock was rock hard and pressed against her mound. She shifted her hips, grinding her pussy against me, our lips still brushing. Les panted, "I have to go. Family reunion next month, I'll get us a room."
My sister drifted away from me, staring at the bulge in my pants as she slid into her car, "I love you, Jack."
"I love you, Les," I replied.
Back in my apartment, unpacking. A pair of my boxers balled up in the corner of my suitcase. Not my mode of packing. Unraveling them, the pink thong fell into my hands the gusset soaked in my sister's cum. I stood and stared, my penis swelling.
Once again it was like nothing happened at that wedding. We texted, chatted. Les was back in her house, our divorces were in process. I was living in a crummy studio, not being able to afford anything else until the divorce was final.
Les and I had always been close but now we were even closer. We joked, laughed, called each other a few times each day, and talked at night. The family reunion was getting closer, and I didn't know what to expect. I wanted her, I wanted to make love to my sister, but it's so wrong. I didn't know if Les felt the same way or whether she was confused. It's going to be up to her. Until then, those pink panties got a lot of use.
THE REUNION
I parked in front of the AIRBNB, got out my bag. I saw my sister's car in the lot.
She looked up as I opened the door. Small room, with a bathroom and one queen bed. Our eyes met, Les blushed, "They misread my request and they're full."
I tossed my bag on the bed, "No problem, we're family."
"Yes. Yes we are," My sister whispered.
Les had already showered and dressed. I jumped in, got a quick rinse, and dressed.
"You're going to take a proper shower before bed, right?" she asked, smiling.
"Wasn't thinking of it," I teased, having a good idea of what my sister had in mind. Her only answer was to clamp down on my hand.
"On second thought," I replied as Les smiled at me.
The reunion was held at a local park. The weather was perfect. We'd seen a few of the family at the wedding, but there were others that had traveled far. It was a great night sharing a lot of happy memories. I didn't drink. I wanted to be sober. I noticed that Les was drinking iced tea. We didn't interact much, spending our time with other family; but we caught each other's eyes more than once. Maybe I was being optimistic, but I felt something was going to happen.
I was talking to an uncle of ours, from Muncie Indiana. He had a spectacular divorce story. They had been swingers and his wife ditched him in the middle of being gangbanged. It was pretty funny in a truly fucked up way. Looking past him, I saw Les walking to the edge of a pond. She stood alone. I ended my conversation and walked over, standing an appropriate distance behind her.
"This is it." She said.
"What do you mean?"
Still looking away she sighed, "The last family event for the foreseeable future."
Les lives three states away from me.
"We talk, facetime."
A great blue Heron landed in the shallows and walked, his long legs giving him an awkward gait. Les turned to face me, "Yes, I guess..." She whispered, "It's not the same....It's not....enough...."
I put my hands on her hips, she stepped back, "No. Not here."
Les walked away towards the party, leaving me by the pond, conflicted and needy.
Les drove us back to the room. Both of us looking out the windshield, silent.
I closed the door and threw the deadbolt. Les smiled, "It's a very safe neighborhood, you know."
We stood a foot apart. I caught her gentle scent, "Can't be too careful."
Les looked into my eyes, "Being careful is overrated. You can miss out on amazing experiences."
We held each other's eyes, Les' tongue slipped out and over her lips, just a tiny bit.
"Sometimes, amazing is dangerous," I replied.
Les moved to the other side of the bed and slipped out of her dress. She turned, wearing just her bra and thong, walked to the bathroom door, paused, and looked over her shoulder, "Sometimes, dangerous is amazing."
Les was only a few minutes in the shower. She opened the door, freeing a cloud of steam, walking out in one of my tee shirts. I pointed, she giggled, "Yeah, stole it."
"Looks good on you." I said as I shucked my shirt and pants, walking in just my briefs. As I walked by my sister, she bumped hips with me.
I didn't masturbate in the shower; in fact, I let the water run cold.
When I opened the bathroom door, the lights were out, and Les stood by the bed looking at me. I had my towel wrapped around me and I walked to my side. The air seemed thick with energy. We stood on each side of that bed, the only light coming from the partially closed bathroom door, that same noir feel. We looked at each other for a few seconds. The words formed in my mind, but I could not say them. I watched Les, her mouth opened a little, then closed. She crossed her hands in front of her and moved them up and over her head taking my shirt with them. I flicked the towel, and it fell to the floor.
We stood in the near dark and examined each other. My sister is a beautiful woman. Her chest heaved slightly, she was panting, and I noticed I was too. My penis was slack. Her eyes ran over me, stopping at my face and my cock. Les pulled the sheet back and slipped into the bed. I opened my side and got in.
The bed was small. We weren't touching, but I could feel the warmth radiating from her body, her naked body, my sister's naked body. My penis swelled, I couldn't help it.
Les moved around a little, her foot touching mine briefly. I watched the minutes flick by on the digital clock over the TV.
Fifteen minutes, Les was no more asleep than I was. She rolled towards me, her long trim leg moving over mine as she half-covered me, her breast and rigid nipple touching my chest and her pubic hair pressed against my thigh. She laid her arm across me and her head on my shoulder, her mouth at my ear.
"It's very wrong." She whispered.
My cock was painfully hard, "Illegal in most places."
"So is speeding," Les replied.
"It's more fun than speeding." I said, letting my arm move around her, against her lower back, just above her perfect ass.
She giggled, "I wouldn't know. Never did it."
"I read it somewhere."
Les shifted and now I could feel her wetness on my skin, "You read a lot about that?"
I moved my hand down, feeling the curve of her ass, "Just started, after the birthday party. I like it."
I felt my sister's lips gently gripping my ear as she spoke, "But that's fiction, there's always a happy ending."
My finger ran down the crack of my sister's butt, slowly, lower, and lower. Her breathing getting deep and irregular. Les opened her legs a little and my finger moved over her star, down into her wetness. She was drenched. I moved my head until I could see her eyes, "If you love someone enough, there is always a happy ending."
Les shifted, moving her trim body to cover mine, my rigid penis trapped against my belly, under her hard abs. She slid her arms under my shoulders. Her firm breasts and hard nipples pressed into my chest. Her mouth touched mine as she whispered, "Do you love me?"
My hands were holding her ass. I smoothed them up her back until I had her hair in my hands, "I love you so fucking much, I can't stand it."
My cock was pressed against her mat of pubic hair as Les shifted up my body, "This is so wrong, Jack, but I love you so much, it hurts."
"Something that feels this good can't be wrong." I whispered, clutching the flanks of her ass.
She pressed her mound against my erection, moving up until my cock was between her long, trim legs. "What if we fight? Break up? What if somebody, our parents, find out?"
I felt the head of my cock moving through her hair. We were eye-to-eye, "In twenty-five years, we have never fought. I wasn't planning on telling anyone."
Now my penis had sprung up and the tip just touched her soaked lips. We were panting, "Our parents, they'll figure it out," she whispered.
I put my lips against hers, "What do you want, Les?"
She exhaled into my mouth, "I want my brother to fuck me."
We kissed like the desperate lovers we were as I rolled her over, holding myself up on my elbows. My penis nestled at her entrance. I broke our kiss, "Last chance."
Her eyes wild she growled, "Stick it in me. Fuck your sister."
I cupped her head in my hands and slid my cock in. Les gasped. She came. She stared at me open-mouthed as I slid in and out. "Les, you feel amazing," I panted, loving the wet hot feel of her surrounding my cock. Best sex ever. Les gasped, wetness flowed over my cock, she'd orgasmed again.
"Oh fuck," she gasped, "So good. Don't stop, Jack, please don't stop."
"Les, I can't, I gotta cum."
"In me, Jack. Cum in me."
The most intense orgasm of my life rolled up and over me, and it felt like my whole body shot out the end of my cock inside my sister. I just came and came. Les shook under me, cumming with me.
I looked down at my sister, my sweat dripping onto her face. She smiled weakly, "Is it always gonna be like that?'
I bent down and kissed her lightly, tasting our combined sweat, "I sure hope so."
I rolled off Les and threw the sheet on the floor. Les put her hand between her legs, "I'm a mess. A very, very happy mess, but a mess."
I rolled over and moved between her legs, "Let me attend to that."
Les gasped, "No, Jack. You, just...."
As she was talking, I trailed my tongue up the inside of her leg.
"Oh, Jack, no, no, you can't..."
As I flicked her clit with my tongue, she moaned, "Fuuuuuccckk, lick me, my brother."
I pushed my mouth against her vagina, tasting her and tasting me. I didn't mind. When I was younger, I got caught masturbating and had to lick my hand to hide the evidence so it's no big deal. Les was writhing under me, her hands clamped in my hair as she howled and came on my face.
"Ohhhh fuuuuuccck," She groaned. I was glad we had the end room in the motel. I couldn't get enough of my sister's pussy. She tasted tart, but sweet. She came, filling my mouth. I put my mouth on her clitoris, sucking lightly and slid a finger in, curling up.
"No, Jack, not that." Les panted. "Ohhhhh fuuucckkk!" She cried as she writhed under me and a jet of her wetness shot out, bathing my face. I was hard again and moved up over her, sliding in.
"Yes, Jack. Fuck me. Fuck me all night."
Having cum once, I had much more stamina. Les and I fucked in every position we could think of.
"I'm sorry my tits are so small, or you could fuck them too."
I took her long, hard nipple into my mouth, "I adore your breasts, big sis."
She smacked me on the head and then groaned an orgasm.
By three, we had collapsed in a satisfied heap, the bed destroyed, along with our virtue.
The clock showed nine, when I finally opened my eyes. Les lay next to me, naked and asleep. I lay and just gazed at her. She was facing me, one leg cocked, Her arm under one of her perky breasts and her pussy visible, her pubic hair still shiny with our love. I was staring at her pussy, remembering what she tasted like when she whispered, "Jack, my brother, there's one thing I didn't do last night."
I stroked her arm lightly, "I think we need to wash last night off first."
Les gently pushed me over onto my back, "I don't think so. I want my brother's cock in my mouth, covered in my, our cum."
She was moving over, pushing my legs apart as I whispered, "You're a dirty, dirty, girl."
Les held my erection in her slim hand, "Oh, you're just finding out. Next time, I want you to lick my ass and then fuck it."
My cock twitched in her hand, "Don't you dare cum, Jack Anderson. I want to feel your orgasm on my tongue."
Les lowered her mouth, touched the head of my cock with her tongue, "Some girls suck because their man likes it, wants it, me, I suck cock because I love it. I control your orgasm. I make you cum when I want you to. Your hot load bursting over my tongue is my reward.
"If you keep talking like that, it's gonna happen way too soon," I panted.
Les smiled, lying between my legs, and took my cock into her mouth, her other hand holding my balls. I stuffed a pillow under my head and just watched.
Her tongue was everywhere. She'd take almost all of me, her throat pulsing. She was grinding her pussy on the bed, turned on, sucking her brother's cock. I thought Jane was the best ever, I was very wrong. Les would hold just the head in her mouth, her tongue poking at the hole as her hand stroked the shaft. She'd lick me from bottom to top, staring at me. She took my balls in her mouth as she stroked my cock, everything was soaking wet with her saliva. Then she got serious.
Her eyes on mine she started sucking me in a nice rhythm, going for it, wanting it. She paused once, talking around the head of my cock, "Cum in my mouth, Jack. Hold my head, fuck my face."
Looking at me, her arms on my thighs, hands on the bed as my hands, filled with her hair, held her head as I arched my hips up, filling her mouth with my cock.
I was there. Les could tell, I saw it in her eyes.
"Coming, Les. I'm gonna cum in your dirty mouth."
Les groaned, twisting her hips, pressing her clit against the sheets, cumming as my release jetted into her willing mouth.
Les, gulping, swallowing around my cock as my climax refused to end. After three hard jolts, I relaxed, released her head. Les let my fading cock slip out of her mouth. She moved up over me, a dribble of my cum on her lips. She felt it and her tongue came out and swept it up.
"Ahhh, a final taste."
I kissed her, not caring. She kissed back hard, showing her appreciation. We relaxed, she lay on me for a while, no words. After a minute or so, her finger trailed over my sweaty skin.
"What are we going to do, Jack?"
I knew what she meant. We lived three states away from each other, Les had a good job as a public school teacher.
"I don't know but I don't want this to end. This is not just an impulsive fling for me."
Les looked into my eyes, "Are you sure? This is complicated. I understand if you're nervous, or scared. It's okay if this is a one-off."
I wrapped my arms around Les, cupping her perfect little ass, "You're lying Leslie Anderson. You're in love with your brother and that's never going to change."
Les lay her head on my chest, "I am, and I'm glad because I know my brother is in love with me."
"I love you from here to the moon, Les." I replied, clutching her ass in my hands.
Les snuffled, on the edge of tears, "What are we going to do, Jack?"
I got off the bed, extending my hand, "My sister, we are going to bathe together and then have breakfast.
We showered without incident, loving the feeling of bathing each other.
Standing next to our cars, looking around, both of us feeling guilty. I gave Les a 'safe' hug, whispered in her ear, "I've got a plan."
Les leaned back, smiling, "What is it?"
I released her and slid into my car, "You'll see."
I drove off, watching my sister give me the finger in my rear-view mirror.
One month later, a month of my sister and I masturbating on face-time, I stood at her door. I poked the doorbell and waited. It took a few minutes. I was about to poke the button a second time when the door opened. My sister stood there wearing a long robe and a very confused expression.
"Jack? What are you doing here?"
I looked around, "You gonna let me in?"
"Oh, yeah. Come on in."
Les backed up and I came in and closed the door, she stared at me, "I'm confused."
I smiled as I unbuttoned my shirt, "I live here now. I spent the month applying for jobs here and just got hired. I need a place to live so I put this down as my address."
As I was speaking, I was undressing. Standing in just my briefs. Les smiled.
"You did that? For me?"
"For us. I see you just got out of the shower."
I slipped off my briefs, letting my erection free. Les blushed, "Yes, I was just about to get on my bed and masturbate, remembering how my brother's hard penis felt inside me."
Les opened the robe and shook her shoulders, letting the garment slide off her trim body, "Guess I won't have to imagine today."
I moved in, my hard cock nestled between her legs. My lips brushed hers as I whispered, "Or any other day, forever."
She backed up, took my hand, "Let's go fuck on our bed."
I laughed when I saw my sister's bed, the top sheet and covers on the floor, and at least six sex toys lying there, with a tube of lube. Les slugged my arm, "It's not funny. I need all of these to even come close to what you do to me."
I leaned over and swept all the toys off the bed, turned, held my sister's waist and tossed her onto the bed. She laughed as she fell on her back legs wide, her wet and open pussy on display, "Good thing I got that shit on sale. You gonna fuck your sister?"
I nudged her legs open and moved over her until we were face-to-face and the head of my cock was kissing the lips of her vagina, "Every fucking day, and twice on Sunday."
I fucked my sister's ass that day, took a while. It's not like the stories, it takes a lot of prep and patience. She had a buzzer on her clit while I had my hands gripping her hips, sliding my cock in and out of her tight asshole. I came and then licked my cum out of her. Les just lay there and orgasmed, over and over.
I was true to my promise. We both had jobs, but we fucked every day, at least once. We gave up wearing clothes in the house. The cameras in my old house still worked and Les and I would fuck watching videos of my ex-wife and her brother fucking. Yeah, that's fucked up, but it works for us.
Then, our parents showed up. Oh, we knew they were coming, we just did a shitty job of concealing our living arrangement.
We showed our parents around town, had dinner out. Back at the house, we had coffee and chatted. Dad got up, "Well, kids, Mom and I have to get going. I'm gonna use the little boy's room." He walked to the small powder room by the kitchen.
Mom got up too, "Good Idea, Fred, I'll go upstairs."
Mom was at the top of the stairs when Les and I finally reacted, "Oh fuck." She said and tore up the stairs after Mom. I was right behind her.
Our mother stood at our bedroom doorway. Her eyes moved from the guest room, which you could see from the door; the guest room with the obviously unused day bed and boxes piled in the center of the room, to the two open closets in Les's room, one with her clothes, one with mine, to the bedside table, with the clit vibrator and tube of lube. We were so caught.
"Mom, I don't know what to say." I stuttered. Les was biting her lip, clenching and unclenching her hands. Mom turned to face us, smiling. Wait. Smiling?
"We always wondered if this would happen. When you both got married, we assumed the time had passed."
Les spoke just above a whisper, "I'm, we're so sorry, Mom. It just kinda happened."
Mom put a hand on our arms, "I never had a brother, but I did have a sister."
Our mouths fell open, Les stuttered, "Mom, you mean, you and Aunt Ann, used to...?"
My mother gave a wicked smile, no other word for it, "Still do."
I shook my head to clear the shock, "What about dad? Does he know?"
Mom turned to head down the stairs, speaking over her shoulder, "He likes to watch."
Les and I stared at each other, speechless. She broke the silence, "I had no idea."
"Me either. So all that worrying, all that fear..."
Les smiled, "A waste of time. Our mother is an incest lesbian."
We broke into fits of laughter, gasping and hugging. I playfully grabbed her ass and she pushed me back, "Not in front of the parents, I am definitely not that way."
Mom and Dad were talking as we came back down. Dad gave us a knowing smile.
"You told him? Les asked.
"We have no secrets," Mom replied.
Dad jumped in, "Hey kids, we gotta go. We'll stop by next month, okay? Fix us a room."
I hugged Mom while Les hugged Dad. Mom held me close, closer than ever. She pressed her hips against mine. I couldn't help it, my cock grew as Mom put her mouth to my ear, touched it with her tongue, and whispered,
"We still want grandchildren,"
Then I felt it. I was getting an erection dancing with my sister. She had her body pressed against mine and it was already too late. I moved my hips back, Les pressed her hips in, "It's okay, Jack, we're family."
We danced, slowly, my sister rubbing her mound against my erection, she may have orgasmed, I'm not sure. I didn't, though it was close. I was worried about what we'd do when the song ended but it swung into a fast number, and Les smiled wickedly. We broke apart and danced, letting my cock soften and her nipples go down.
We stood next to our cars in the dark. "I had a great time, Jack." Les said, keeping a few inches between us.
"Me too, sis," I replied.
She laughed, pushing me away, "You have NEVER called me sis."
I stood and looked into her blue eyes, "You like it?"
Les cocked her head and moved into my arms. I felt her lips touch mine, closed, but so wet and warm. I wrapped my arms around her. She spoke, her lips brushing mine, "No, I don't. Just call me Les, like you always have."
My cock was rock hard and pressed against her mound. She shifted her hips, grinding her pussy against me, our lips still brushing. Les panted, "I have to go. Family reunion next month, I'll get us a room."
My sister drifted away from me, staring at the bulge in my pants as she slid into her car, "I love you, Jack."
"I love you, Les," I replied.
Back in my apartment, unpacking. A pair of my boxers balled up in the corner of my suitcase. Not my mode of packing. Unraveling them, the pink thong fell into my hands the gusset soaked in my sister's cum. I stood and stared, my penis swelling.
Once again it was like nothing happened at that wedding. We texted, chatted. Les was back in her house, our divorces were in process. I was living in a crummy studio, not being able to afford anything else until the divorce was final.
Les and I had always been close but now we were even closer. We joked, laughed, called each other a few times each day, and talked at night. The family reunion was getting closer, and I didn't know what to expect. I wanted her, I wanted to make love to my sister, but it's so wrong. I didn't know if Les felt the same way or whether she was confused. It's going to be up to her. Until then, those pink panties got a lot of use.
THE REUNION
I parked in front of the AIRBNB, got out my bag. I saw my sister's car in the lot.
She looked up as I opened the door. Small room, with a bathroom and one queen bed. Our eyes met, Les blushed, "They misread my request and they're full."
I tossed my bag on the bed, "No problem, we're family."
"Yes. Yes we are," My sister whispered.
Les had already showered and dressed. I jumped in, got a quick rinse, and dressed.
"You're going to take a proper shower before bed, right?" she asked, smiling.
"Wasn't thinking of it," I teased, having a good idea of what my sister had in mind. Her only answer was to clamp down on my hand.
"On second thought," I replied as Les smiled at me.
The reunion was held at a local park. The weather was perfect. We'd seen a few of the family at the wedding, but there were others that had traveled far. It was a great night sharing a lot of happy memories. I didn't drink. I wanted to be sober. I noticed that Les was drinking iced tea. We didn't interact much, spending our time with other family; but we caught each other's eyes more than once. Maybe I was being optimistic, but I felt something was going to happen.
I was talking to an uncle of ours, from Muncie Indiana. He had a spectacular divorce story. They had been swingers and his wife ditched him in the middle of being gangbanged. It was pretty funny in a truly fucked up way. Looking past him, I saw Les walking to the edge of a pond. She stood alone. I ended my conversation and walked over, standing an appropriate distance behind her.
"This is it." She said.
"What do you mean?"
Still looking away she sighed, "The last family event for the foreseeable future."
Les lives three states away from me.
"We talk, facetime."
A great blue Heron landed in the shallows and walked, his long legs giving him an awkward gait. Les turned to face me, "Yes, I guess..." She whispered, "It's not the same....It's not....enough...."
I put my hands on her hips, she stepped back, "No. Not here."
Les walked away towards the party, leaving me by the pond, conflicted and needy.
Les drove us back to the room. Both of us looking out the windshield, silent.
I closed the door and threw the deadbolt. Les smiled, "It's a very safe neighborhood, you know."
We stood a foot apart. I caught her gentle scent, "Can't be too careful."
Les looked into my eyes, "Being careful is overrated. You can miss out on amazing experiences."
We held each other's eyes, Les' tongue slipped out and over her lips, just a tiny bit.
"Sometimes, amazing is dangerous," I replied.
Les moved to the other side of the bed and slipped out of her dress. She turned, wearing just her bra and thong, walked to the bathroom door, paused, and looked over her shoulder, "Sometimes, dangerous is amazing."
Les was only a few minutes in the shower. She opened the door, freeing a cloud of steam, walking out in one of my tee shirts. I pointed, she giggled, "Yeah, stole it."
"Looks good on you." I said as I shucked my shirt and pants, walking in just my briefs. As I walked by my sister, she bumped hips with me.
I didn't masturbate in the shower; in fact, I let the water run cold.
When I opened the bathroom door, the lights were out, and Les stood by the bed looking at me. I had my towel wrapped around me and I walked to my side. The air seemed thick with energy. We stood on each side of that bed, the only light coming from the partially closed bathroom door, that same noir feel. We looked at each other for a few seconds. The words formed in my mind, but I could not say them. I watched Les, her mouth opened a little, then closed. She crossed her hands in front of her and moved them up and over her head taking my shirt with them. I flicked the towel, and it fell to the floor.
We stood in the near dark and examined each other. My sister is a beautiful woman. Her chest heaved slightly, she was panting, and I noticed I was too. My penis was slack. Her eyes ran over me, stopping at my face and my cock. Les pulled the sheet back and slipped into the bed. I opened my side and got in.
The bed was small. We weren't touching, but I could feel the warmth radiating from her body, her naked body, my sister's naked body. My penis swelled, I couldn't help it.
Les moved around a little, her foot touching mine briefly. I watched the minutes flick by on the digital clock over the TV.
Fifteen minutes, Les was no more asleep than I was. She rolled towards me, her long trim leg moving over mine as she half-covered me, her breast and rigid nipple touching my chest and her pubic hair pressed against my thigh. She laid her arm across me and her head on my shoulder, her mouth at my ear.
"It's very wrong." She whispered.
My cock was painfully hard, "Illegal in most places."
"So is speeding," Les replied.
"It's more fun than speeding." I said, letting my arm move around her, against her lower back, just above her perfect ass.
She giggled, "I wouldn't know. Never did it."
"I read it somewhere."
Les shifted and now I could feel her wetness on my skin, "You read a lot about that?"
I moved my hand down, feeling the curve of her ass, "Just started, after the birthday party. I like it."
I felt my sister's lips gently gripping my ear as she spoke, "But that's fiction, there's always a happy ending."
My finger ran down the crack of my sister's butt, slowly, lower, and lower. Her breathing getting deep and irregular. Les opened her legs a little and my finger moved over her star, down into her wetness. She was drenched. I moved my head until I could see her eyes, "If you love someone enough, there is always a happy ending."
Les shifted, moving her trim body to cover mine, my rigid penis trapped against my belly, under her hard abs. She slid her arms under my shoulders. Her firm breasts and hard nipples pressed into my chest. Her mouth touched mine as she whispered, "Do you love me?"
My hands were holding her ass. I smoothed them up her back until I had her hair in my hands, "I love you so fucking much, I can't stand it."
My cock was pressed against her mat of pubic hair as Les shifted up my body, "This is so wrong, Jack, but I love you so much, it hurts."
"Something that feels this good can't be wrong." I whispered, clutching the flanks of her ass.
She pressed her mound against my erection, moving up until my cock was between her long, trim legs. "What if we fight? Break up? What if somebody, our parents, find out?"
I felt the head of my cock moving through her hair. We were eye-to-eye, "In twenty-five years, we have never fought. I wasn't planning on telling anyone."
Now my penis had sprung up and the tip just touched her soaked lips. We were panting, "Our parents, they'll figure it out," she whispered.
I put my lips against hers, "What do you want, Les?"
She exhaled into my mouth, "I want my brother to fuck me."
We kissed like the desperate lovers we were as I rolled her over, holding myself up on my elbows. My penis nestled at her entrance. I broke our kiss, "Last chance."
Her eyes wild she growled, "Stick it in me. Fuck your sister."
I cupped her head in my hands and slid my cock in. Les gasped. She came. She stared at me open-mouthed as I slid in and out. "Les, you feel amazing," I panted, loving the wet hot feel of her surrounding my cock. Best sex ever. Les gasped, wetness flowed over my cock, she'd orgasmed again.
"Oh fuck," she gasped, "So good. Don't stop, Jack, please don't stop."
"Les, I can't, I gotta cum."
"In me, Jack. Cum in me."
The most intense orgasm of my life rolled up and over me, and it felt like my whole body shot out the end of my cock inside my sister. I just came and came. Les shook under me, cumming with me.
I looked down at my sister, my sweat dripping onto her face. She smiled weakly, "Is it always gonna be like that?'
I bent down and kissed her lightly, tasting our combined sweat, "I sure hope so."
I rolled off Les and threw the sheet on the floor. Les put her hand between her legs, "I'm a mess. A very, very happy mess, but a mess."
I rolled over and moved between her legs, "Let me attend to that."
Les gasped, "No, Jack. You, just...."
As she was talking, I trailed my tongue up the inside of her leg.
"Oh, Jack, no, no, you can't..."
As I flicked her clit with my tongue, she moaned, "Fuuuuuccckk, lick me, my brother."
I pushed my mouth against her vagina, tasting her and tasting me. I didn't mind. When I was younger, I got caught masturbating and had to lick my hand to hide the evidence so it's no big deal. Les was writhing under me, her hands clamped in my hair as she howled and came on my face.
"Ohhhh fuuuuuccck," She groaned. I was glad we had the end room in the motel. I couldn't get enough of my sister's pussy. She tasted tart, but sweet. She came, filling my mouth. I put my mouth on her clitoris, sucking lightly and slid a finger in, curling up.
"No, Jack, not that." Les panted. "Ohhhhh fuuucckkk!" She cried as she writhed under me and a jet of her wetness shot out, bathing my face. I was hard again and moved up over her, sliding in.
"Yes, Jack. Fuck me. Fuck me all night."
Having cum once, I had much more stamina. Les and I fucked in every position we could think of.
"I'm sorry my tits are so small, or you could fuck them too."
I took her long, hard nipple into my mouth, "I adore your breasts, big sis."
She smacked me on the head and then groaned an orgasm.
By three, we had collapsed in a satisfied heap, the bed destroyed, along with our virtue.
The clock showed nine, when I finally opened my eyes. Les lay next to me, naked and asleep. I lay and just gazed at her. She was facing me, one leg cocked, Her arm under one of her perky breasts and her pussy visible, her pubic hair still shiny with our love. I was staring at her pussy, remembering what she tasted like when she whispered, "Jack, my brother, there's one thing I didn't do last night."
I stroked her arm lightly, "I think we need to wash last night off first."
Les gently pushed me over onto my back, "I don't think so. I want my brother's cock in my mouth, covered in my, our cum."
She was moving over, pushing my legs apart as I whispered, "You're a dirty, dirty, girl."
Les held my erection in her slim hand, "Oh, you're just finding out. Next time, I want you to lick my ass and then fuck it."
My cock twitched in her hand, "Don't you dare cum, Jack Anderson. I want to feel your orgasm on my tongue."
Les lowered her mouth, touched the head of my cock with her tongue, "Some girls suck because their man likes it, wants it, me, I suck cock because I love it. I control your orgasm. I make you cum when I want you to. Your hot load bursting over my tongue is my reward.
"If you keep talking like that, it's gonna happen way too soon," I panted.
Les smiled, lying between my legs, and took my cock into her mouth, her other hand holding my balls. I stuffed a pillow under my head and just watched.
Her tongue was everywhere. She'd take almost all of me, her throat pulsing. She was grinding her pussy on the bed, turned on, sucking her brother's cock. I thought Jane was the best ever, I was very wrong. Les would hold just the head in her mouth, her tongue poking at the hole as her hand stroked the shaft. She'd lick me from bottom to top, staring at me. She took my balls in her mouth as she stroked my cock, everything was soaking wet with her saliva. Then she got serious.
Her eyes on mine she started sucking me in a nice rhythm, going for it, wanting it. She paused once, talking around the head of my cock, "Cum in my mouth, Jack. Hold my head, fuck my face."
Looking at me, her arms on my thighs, hands on the bed as my hands, filled with her hair, held her head as I arched my hips up, filling her mouth with my cock.
I was there. Les could tell, I saw it in her eyes.
"Coming, Les. I'm gonna cum in your dirty mouth."
Les groaned, twisting her hips, pressing her clit against the sheets, cumming as my release jetted into her willing mouth.
Les, gulping, swallowing around my cock as my climax refused to end. After three hard jolts, I relaxed, released her head. Les let my fading cock slip out of her mouth. She moved up over me, a dribble of my cum on her lips. She felt it and her tongue came out and swept it up.
"Ahhh, a final taste."
I kissed her, not caring. She kissed back hard, showing her appreciation. We relaxed, she lay on me for a while, no words. After a minute or so, her finger trailed over my sweaty skin.
"What are we going to do, Jack?"
I knew what she meant. We lived three states away from each other, Les had a good job as a public school teacher.
"I don't know but I don't want this to end. This is not just an impulsive fling for me."
Les looked into my eyes, "Are you sure? This is complicated. I understand if you're nervous, or scared. It's okay if this is a one-off."
I wrapped my arms around Les, cupping her perfect little ass, "You're lying Leslie Anderson. You're in love with your brother and that's never going to change."
Les lay her head on my chest, "I am, and I'm glad because I know my brother is in love with me."
"I love you from here to the moon, Les." I replied, clutching her ass in my hands.
Les snuffled, on the edge of tears, "What are we going to do, Jack?"
I got off the bed, extending my hand, "My sister, we are going to bathe together and then have breakfast.
We showered without incident, loving the feeling of bathing each other.
Standing next to our cars, looking around, both of us feeling guilty. I gave Les a 'safe' hug, whispered in her ear, "I've got a plan."
Les leaned back, smiling, "What is it?"
I released her and slid into my car, "You'll see."
I drove off, watching my sister give me the finger in my rear-view mirror.
One month later, a month of my sister and I masturbating on face-time, I stood at her door. I poked the doorbell and waited. It took a few minutes. I was about to poke the button a second time when the door opened. My sister stood there wearing a long robe and a very confused expression.
"Jack? What are you doing here?"
I looked around, "You gonna let me in?"
"Oh, yeah. Come on in."
Les backed up and I came in and closed the door, she stared at me, "I'm confused."
I smiled as I unbuttoned my shirt, "I live here now. I spent the month applying for jobs here and just got hired. I need a place to live so I put this down as my address."
As I was speaking, I was undressing. Standing in just my briefs. Les smiled.
"You did that? For me?"
"For us. I see you just got out of the shower."
I slipped off my briefs, letting my erection free. Les blushed, "Yes, I was just about to get on my bed and masturbate, remembering how my brother's hard penis felt inside me."
Les opened the robe and shook her shoulders, letting the garment slide off her trim body, "Guess I won't have to imagine today."
I moved in, my hard cock nestled between her legs. My lips brushed hers as I whispered, "Or any other day, forever."
She backed up, took my hand, "Let's go fuck on our bed."
I laughed when I saw my sister's bed, the top sheet and covers on the floor, and at least six sex toys lying there, with a tube of lube. Les slugged my arm, "It's not funny. I need all of these to even come close to what you do to me."
I leaned over and swept all the toys off the bed, turned, held my sister's waist and tossed her onto the bed. She laughed as she fell on her back legs wide, her wet and open pussy on display, "Good thing I got that shit on sale. You gonna fuck your sister?"
I nudged her legs open and moved over her until we were face-to-face and the head of my cock was kissing the lips of her vagina, "Every fucking day, and twice on Sunday."
I fucked my sister's ass that day, took a while. It's not like the stories, it takes a lot of prep and patience. She had a buzzer on her clit while I had my hands gripping her hips, sliding my cock in and out of her tight asshole. I came and then licked my cum out of her. Les just lay there and orgasmed, over and over.
I was true to my promise. We both had jobs, but we fucked every day, at least once. We gave up wearing clothes in the house. The cameras in my old house still worked and Les and I would fuck watching videos of my ex-wife and her brother fucking. Yeah, that's fucked up, but it works for us.
Then, our parents showed up. Oh, we knew they were coming, we just did a shitty job of concealing our living arrangement.
We showed our parents around town, had dinner out. Back at the house, we had coffee and chatted. Dad got up, "Well, kids, Mom and I have to get going. I'm gonna use the little boy's room." He walked to the small powder room by the kitchen.
Mom got up too, "Good Idea, Fred, I'll go upstairs."
Mom was at the top of the stairs when Les and I finally reacted, "Oh fuck." She said and tore up the stairs after Mom. I was right behind her.
Our mother stood at our bedroom doorway. Her eyes moved from the guest room, which you could see from the door; the guest room with the obviously unused day bed and boxes piled in the center of the room, to the two open closets in Les's room, one with her clothes, one with mine, to the bedside table, with the clit vibrator and tube of lube. We were so caught.
"Mom, I don't know what to say." I stuttered. Les was biting her lip, clenching and unclenching her hands. Mom turned to face us, smiling. Wait. Smiling?
"We always wondered if this would happen. When you both got married, we assumed the time had passed."
Les spoke just above a whisper, "I'm, we're so sorry, Mom. It just kinda happened."
Mom put a hand on our arms, "I never had a brother, but I did have a sister."
Our mouths fell open, Les stuttered, "Mom, you mean, you and Aunt Ann, used to...?"
My mother gave a wicked smile, no other word for it, "Still do."
I shook my head to clear the shock, "What about dad? Does he know?"
Mom turned to head down the stairs, speaking over her shoulder, "He likes to watch."
Les and I stared at each other, speechless. She broke the silence, "I had no idea."
"Me either. So all that worrying, all that fear..."
Les smiled, "A waste of time. Our mother is an incest lesbian."
We broke into fits of laughter, gasping and hugging. I playfully grabbed her ass and she pushed me back, "Not in front of the parents, I am definitely not that way."
Mom and Dad were talking as we came back down. Dad gave us a knowing smile.
"You told him? Les asked.
"We have no secrets," Mom replied.
Dad jumped in, "Hey kids, we gotta go. We'll stop by next month, okay? Fix us a room."
I hugged Mom while Les hugged Dad. Mom held me close, closer than ever. She pressed her hips against mine. I couldn't help it, my cock grew as Mom put her mouth to my ear, touched it with her tongue, and whispered,
"We still want grandchildren,"
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