Incest/Taboo Crosswords

Later, after the kids went to bed, Lynn and I watched an old family video which always got us both very aroused. Lynn began putting her feet in my lap and rubbing my crotch with her heels, then turned her feet inward and rubbed the length of my hardness with the curved sole of her foot.

She was driving me crazy, flashing me sexy smiles and pouts, and whispering that she could hardly wait until Monday. Her timing made me think back to how things had progressed with Mom and made me wonder if she had the same penchant for adventurism within a safe environment. Let's face it, Mom had first responded and then initiated improper behavior when Dad was around, when nothing too far out of line could occur, or shouldn't have been able to happen. In a sense, Lynn was getting off on the same thing but possibly with a practical purpose. She got me worked up when she knew I had to wait a whole weekend to satisfy my urges, two empty days when I could take it upon myself to leave but wouldn't, held back by the promise of the particularly lewd sex Lynn liked to engage in on Monday mornings. Was Lynn insecure? Was she afraid that I would tire of her and go?

I didn't know but I suspected it as her motive. I wished I could think of some way to put her at ease, to let her know that I truly loved her and would never leave, not now, not after comprehending the wisdom of Mom's message that I could never be happy with any other woman in the world. I also knew that no other man could satisfy Lynn like I could. It was apparent in the simple way she tensed up beneath me, lying full length during our slow fucks, her body melding to mine, hips lifting as I withdrew to keep her pussy rubbing against my groin.

That's when I settled on a self-serving answer to my quest. I knew exactly what would convince Lynn that I would never leave: that she would give me everything I wanted, whenever I wanted it. In her mind, I reasoned, that would mean I'd never have to look anywhere else. So why was she insecure now? Because she was holding back. That was the core of my male reasoning and I set about to fix my sister's problem.

Back to the couch. Despite Dale's proximity, Lynn managed to hook her toes in the elastic waistband of my shorts and drag the front down over my swollen cock, freeing it to waver about in the dim light. I immediately snapped my eyes on Dale, working diligently to some patient's benefit in his office. Lynn actually laughed out loud at my surprise and discomfort. I couldn't believe she was behaving so dangerously and making so light of it. Before I could put myself back into my shorts, Lynn had wrapped her bare feet around my half-hard staff and started worshipping it with her colorfully painted toes and soft soles.

"Don't get your panties in a twist," she whispered. "I've covered for you before."

Her teasing laugh was annoying but her footwork was divine. In no time, my cock hardened, expanding to full height and thickness in response to Lynn's accompanying, teasingly whispered, "oohs" and "ahhhs" and "what a manly steed".

Annoying, but it made me harder too.

"If I was a woman," she whispered, "I would do anything to get that inside me. Oh, fair knight, won't you ride me tonight?" Titter, titter.

Her giggling brought her husband's attention. He looked out his door at me, smiled and waved, then turned back to his work. Lynn didn't stop rubbing her feet up and down my cock for a instant. Abruptly, she leaned forward, stretching out on the couch to lean over me.

"Put your hand on my ass and pinch me if he gets up," she whispered.

The words were barely out of her mouth when my cock replaced them. Lynn made love to my cock. She worked intensely but without hurry, licking up and down my shaft, tickling my balls one minute and squeezing them hard the next if she thought I was getting too excited. She obviously didn't want me to come, she wanted to play with me, to tease me mercilessly so I would think of her all weekend.

My hands weren't allowed to guide her head. Each time I tried to hold her head in place, she squeezed me hard until I let go. My sister was in control. I wanted to lean my head back on the couch and let go, free to moan my pleasure to let her know how good her mouth felt, but I struggled to look like I was watching the video in case Dale looked up again. Lynn clearly felt no such obligation. The only sacrifice she made was to suck me quietly unlike her sometimes noisy and sloppily wet performances. This was the best, neat suck, I had ever had.

My hand roamed all over Lynn's ass. The only risky thing I did was to pull her skirt right up so I could slip my fingers inside her panties to fondle her cheeks and tease the crack in her butt. I had been doing this for some time before I realized that Lynn hadn't rebuked me for dragging my finger up and down through her crack, something I would normally be sure to avoid. Perhaps it was Mom's presence in the video as a reminder of the many times I had loved her ass that made me so careless. I don't know but for some reason, perhaps her concentration on making me horny for the weekend, Lynn didn't notice either.

I decided to test the situation. The next time I got too excited and Lynn clamped down on my balls, I pushed the tip of my longest finger deep between her cheeks and scraped it over her tiny butt hole. Lynn flinched and squeezed her cheeks but didn't squeeze me harder or try to pull her ass away, nor did she release my cock to brush my offending finger away. Interesting.

When my excitement abated to Lynn's satisfaction, she eased the pressure on my balls and starting sucking me again. I, for my part, kept my finger in place until the third bob of my sister's head. Then, instead of removing it, I rubbed it back and forth across her anus. No reaction! No tirade! Nothing.

Encouraged, I reached farther down to dip my finger into the rear of Lynn's pussy. She was already wet. I pushed my finger in, then out, and back in a little further, again and again until it was all the way in. Lynn mumbled her appreciation around her mouthful of meat so I pushed a second finger inside. Later, I dragged my finger out and slid it through her crack, parting her supple cheeks until I reached her bunghole, and rubbed her juice over her wrinkly bud. I was surprised when, rather than a rebuke or no reaction at all, Lynn mumbled a similar sound to her appreciation upon my entry to her pussy.

I returned to her slickness but was soon back at her rear hole. This time, after a brief rub, I tentatively inserted my fingertip and pushed in to the first knuckle. Lynn's only reaction was to suck me harder. Could she really be unaware? Was she concentrating so hard she didn't know I was violating her ass, her one, single taboo? I leaned forward, as close to her bobbing head as I could without getting a black eye, and whispered, "I love you."

Lynn didn't even react to that. I glanced at Dale to make sure he was still working. I had completely forgotten about him which was very foolish. I looked down at my sister's ass and pulled her skirt up because it had fallen down over her beautiful round rump. I admired her ass. I missed Mom's and I wanted Lynn's. I sucked my finger into my mouth, coating it with as much saliva as I could, and quickly dropped it onto Lynn's cheeks, then pushed it through to her hole and straight inside.

"Ummmphhhh," Lynn moaned over her mouthful of cock.

I had plunged past the tip, right up to the second knuckle. Gently, I worked my finger in to the hilt, then held it still, satisfied with my progress and content to watch her head working over my cock and the invasive presence of my finger in her butt. Soon, I bored of being the passive observer and started applying pressure against Lynn's ass, backing off, them pushing in again. I didn't pull my finger out and pull it back in. I left it fully plugged into Lynn's ass but pressed my hand in, then eased the pressure, then applied it again, and again, and again.

I finger-fucked my sister's ass for a long time. Several times, Lynn stopped sucking and squeezed my balls hard. I guess I was getting close and wasn't even aware of it. I didn't still my own hand, I kept finger-fucking her ass without a single protest from my beautiful sister. Once, while squeezing my balls, she dropped her head on my lap under my cock and breathed long and deep, in time with my shoving finger and flicking her tongue over the top of my balls. I realized then she wasn't just tolerating me, which she may have been doing at the beginning, she was really enjoying it.

The only thing that stopped our suck and ass fest was the lurch of Dale's chair away from his desk. Lynn immediately threw herself across my lap and pretended to be sleeping and I pulled her skirt down to cover her bare, pantiless ass. Dale simply glanced at us and smiled on his way past. He returned a minute later, tall glass of water in his hand, and headed straight to his office. Upon the scrape of his chair, Lynn pulled back but before she could recapture my cock, I yanked my shorts up.

"It's getting late," I said. "I think I'll go to bed."

I leaned over, gave a surprised Lynn a quick kiss and got up, then walked quickly away.

"Wait," Lynn whispered, glancing at her husband. "Wait."

But it was too late. I turned left around the corner and started down the hallway to the kitchen.

I stopped as soon as I was out of Lynn's sight and waited. I heard her frantic footsteps scurrying across the tiles trying to catch up to me. She burst around the corner and slammed right in to me. I picked up her shocked body and physically pushed her against the wall, holding her feet right off the ground. I was prepared, my shorts already down to my knees. I lifted her knees up to my hips and searched for her slick slit with my hungry cock, quickly found it and slid in to the hilt, filling her with my meat.

"Oh God," Lynn moaned, before clamping her own hand over her mouth.

I quickly launched a series of serious lunges up her cunt, banging her against the wall, sliding her up and down until she managed to clasp her legs around my back.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard on Monday," I whispered thickly, "in every hole you've got."

I jammed my cock in hard to emphasize my point.

"Everywhere," I gasped. "Everywhere."

"Everywhere," Lynn echoed, submissively.

Then I did one of the hardest things I've ever done in my life. I pulled out and set Lynn down, then quickly walked away. I looked back at my sister as I turned right into the kitchen. She had slumped to the floor, her skirt in disarray around her hips, bare legs open and askew, exposing her inflamed pussy, and her face in absolute shock. I didn't smile, I didn't gloat, I just left.
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I acted like everything was normal over the weekend but Lynn was tense and withdrawn. I felt kind of bad but I wanted to take control of our relationship, had played my cards well, and now needed to keep the pressure on. She had been teasing me to get her own way, I had just put the shoe on the other foot. The benefit would be possessing Lynn completely, including her luscious ass. Now that I had freed myself of my promise to Mom, or rather that Lynn had superseded my obligation with her own, I felt free to make the most of the situation. I found myself admiring my sister's ass on every opportunity and had to chide myself when my excitement wound up too high. The last thing I wanted to do was become too eager and thereby lose my hand.

By the end of the weekend Lynn had softened, especially after supper on Sunday but I maintained a casually aloof manner. I didn't stay long after dinner, making a tactical decision to withdraw. I had trouble getting to sleep. I kept second-guessing myself because I felt bad about treating Lynn like that. The more I thought about her, the more I felt like a cad and I wanted to rush back to the house to apologize.

Truth be known, anal sex wasn`t a big thing for me; it was Mom's predilection, so why was Imaking a big deal about it? I knew why — control. So why did I need to control her? I loved her spontaneity just as much as I loved the fact I knew her better than probably anyone else on the planet. The fact that she could still surprise me was astounding but she did so, often.

I fell asleep remembering small things, the walks we went on to pass the time of day; shopping, something I hated but had grown to enjoy with Lynn; relaxing in the yard; sitting together on a bench watching boats go by; reading; and talking about our past. I realized, as I drifted off, that I didn`t want Lynn`s ass, I wanted her. I loved her. Tomorrow, I`ll make things right, I vowed.
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The birds woke me up. I groggily lifted my head, surprised due to my sleepiness that the sun was streaming through the windows, all bright and cheerful. I shook the cobwebs out of my head and got up to relieve myself, splashed some water on my face and returned to get dressed but instead flopped down on the bed again. The trip to the bathroom hadn't lost my morning piss-hard, a point made known to me when I landed on the mattress. I groaned and turned over onto my back, allowing my manhood to rise up.

What a night. I had slept so soundly I couldn't even remember dreaming. I remembered vowing to make up for my treatment of Lynn. I looked out the door at that moment and saw my sister approaching. She seemed happy, almost dancing across the lawn. She smiled and waved to Manuel as she skipped by, speeding up as she passed him. My cock hardened. Why not become nice after the first one? A bit of ass for nostalgia's sake wouldn't hurt anyone. Lynn burst through the French doors and leapt onto the bed, shrieking in delight at the sight of my eager hardon.

"Well, I can see I'm appreciated by at least someone around here," she laughed, reaching out and grabbing me.

"You are definitely appreciated in cottageland," I confirmed.

"You didn't seem so appreciative Friday night," Lynn accused. "Or all weekend for that matter," she huffed.

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," I said, pulling her over on top of me.

Lynn held herself up with one hand on my shoulder while she guided my stiffy to her entrance, rubbed it through her already wet slit, and then slowly rode it down until she was sitting on me.

"Oohhh," she sighed, "I shouldn't have eaten so much for breakfast.

"Feeling a little full, are we?" I laughed.

"We are now," Lynn replied, moving up and down as she squatted over me.

I put my hands behind my head and we chatted about where we should go that afternoon. It was a very relaxed conversation which surprised me given how excited Lynn seemed when she first burst through the curtains. Even when she began moving quite quickly, the conversation proceeded at a normal pace, albeit interspersed with small gasps, pleased sighs, and brief moans. Every once in a while, Lynn would lean forward and kiss me for a minute or two before sitting back on her haunches but she never stopped moving. She was a constant, fluid, fucking machine.

I alternated between rubbing her legs, from her hips down to her bent knees and around to her feet and back, and massaging her breasts which were particularly perky that morning. At some point, we stopped talking and concentrated on what we were doing. It wasn't much longer after that that Lynn leaned back and rode me at a gallop, head tipped back, holding on to my outstretched hands to keep herself from falling back. She was still shuddering from her orgasm when she leaned forward and stretched out full length atop me, skin to skin from head to toe. I waited until she was breathing normally before finding her rear hole and pushing the tip of my finger inside.

"You really want to do that, don't you?" she asked, her voice surprisingly normal despite the presence of my finger in her virgin ass.

"Yes." My own voice was hoarse with sudden desire.

"Is that why you left me hanging, you cruel bastard, so I'd need it so badly and let you do it?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Then you shouldn't have let me do what I just did. You've lost your leverage," Lynn laughed.

"Damn," I replied, wiggling my finger about to loosen her up.

"So you're relying on my good will to let you have a sympathy ass fuck?"

"I guess that's the plan now."

"Ok, little brother. Get behind me. I'm ready now," she husked.

Lynn pulled herself off my cock and flopped down on the bed beside me. I rolled around and she spread her legs, lifting her ass up a little.

"Wait," I said. "Don't move."

I scrambled off the bed and went to the bathroom, returning a minute later with a tube of lube I hadn't used since nailing Mom's bum. Kneeling behind her, I squeezed some between her cheeks and started working it into her butt hole with one finger. Lynn tolerated this apprehensively for a minute or two, then seemed to relax and almost enjoy it. I applied more lube and continued fingering her ass.

"Play with yourself," I whispered.

Obediently, Lynn pushed her hands underneath herself and her fingers appeared, stretching through her slit. When Lynn seemed to be getting off on her own manipulation, I leaned over her back.

"You're going to really love it. It was Mom's favorite."

Immediately, I felt like a real asshole for saying that. What woman wants to do something with you because another woman liked it? Nevertheless, I pushed a second finger into Lynn's ass, meeting some resistance. I was positive Lynn was an anal virgin and that excited me. Slowly, Lynn's ring accommodated to the extra girth.

"We like it already," Lynn cooed, moving her ass around on my fingers.

She was ready. I moved closer, bringing my tingling cock into position for the rear entry.

I guess Lynn didn't seem to mind what I'd said, probably because it was Mom and Lynn was trying to replace her for me. That thought struck me hard. Lynn was sacrificing her own identity to please Mom and me. She said 'we' or 'us' more and more, as if Lynn didn't matter anymore. It wasn't fair, to her. Suddenly, I remembered what I'd been thinking just before I fell asleep. I had to stop this, and more, I had to get Lynn to stop trying to be Mom for me.

My cock was less than an inch from Lynn's butt. I pulled my fingers out and barely stopped myself from pushing inside her when her slightly gaping hole appeared, waiting for my assault. My cock inched closer. God, her ass looks so hot, I thought.

Lynn pushed back until my tip nudged her yawning hole. I was lost, I started to push in.

"Will it hurt, Ty?"

She sounded so fragile. A lump formed in my throat and I stopped.

"It might," I admitted. "Let's not do it this way."

"No, I want you to," Lynn insisted. "We want you to fuck us," she purred, sounding sexy again. "Fuck us in the ass."

"No," I said, curtly, pulling away and falling onto my back on the bed. "I can't."

"Why?" Lynn asked, stretching across my chest. "What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing," I sighed. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"But, then why..."

"It's not you, babe. It's 'we'."

"I don't understand."

"I don't want you to be Mom for me. I want you to be you." I forced myself up onto my elbow, pushing Lynn off, and leaned over her. "I loved Mom but I love you too, not more, differently, but just as much, and I love you as you. Can you understand that."

"I think so."

"I love you, Lynn, and I want to make love to you, just you, and I don't want you doing anything because you think Mom would have done it. Okay?"

"Okay."

I kissed her, pulled back, smiled, and kissed her again.

"I love you," I said.

"I know, you already said that."

I kissed her again, for longer.

"Will you make love to me?" Lynn asked, pushing my face away.

"That's what I had in mind," I said.

"I want you to do something else first."

"Okay," I said, starting to move lower and pushing Lynn's legs apart."

"Not that, although I wouldn't mind some of that this afternoon."

"Then what?" I asked.

"Will you fuck me in the ass?"

"Lynn."

"No really. I want to know what it's like."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"It might hurt a little, at first."

"I'm sure it will," Lynn insisted, turning onto her side and then onto her stomach, "but I can take it."

I got behind her as she lifted her ass up and opened her legs.

"No more fingers," she said.

"Okay, but I don't want to hear 'we' or 'us' anymore, just 'I'."

"It's a deal."

"Deal," I grunted, unable to keep my voice even as I pushed into my sister's innocent ass. "Oh God, Lynn. I love you," I moaned, the head of my cock spreading her virgin ring.

"Do you love my ass?" Lynn gasped.

"Yes," I admitted, "but I love you more," I groaned, pulling out and falling to the bed beside my sister.

"What's wrong," Lynn asked, her voice a mixture of disappointment, concern and relief.

"Nothing," I replied, sighing, a sigh of true peace and happiness. "I just realized that I actually do want to hear a lot about 'us', just you and me, from now on. Can we do that?"

Lynn put her arm across my chest and around my neck.

"We sure can," she said, just before she kissed me.

"I want to remember Mom, but I don't want you to be her."

"I got it, Ty. I wasn't really trying to. I just wanted to please you."

"I just wanted to be clear." I kissed Lynn's upper lip softly.

"So, do you want to make it crystal clear?" Lynn said in her playful voice.

"Absolutely," I replied.

"Then give me a baby."

"What?"

"You heard me. I want your baby."

Lynn's hand slid down my chest and her fingers curled around my cock.

"I can't do that."

"Of course you can. Just put your cock in me and come."

"It would be too confusing."

"No it won't. All Dale wants is his career and neither you nor I will be happy with anyone else. It makes perfectly good sense. If you leave, I'll chase you, and this will keep the family together and happy."

"I don't know, Lynn."

She was stroking my semi-hard dick which was already agreeing with her.

"I do," she said, fitting me between her lips and forcing me into her cunt. I gasped in pure pleasure.

"And I do want you to fuck my ass," she whispered, "but not until you've proven that this job is done. She grasped my hand and pulled it around behind her, guiding my long finger to her butt hole. "Make me pregnant," she hissed.

Three years later, Lynn put little Tyke down and patted him on his behind.

"Go see Daddy," she exclaimed.

Tyke ran across the patio, shrieking with his usual enthusiasm, straight to me. I picked him up and whirled him around. On the second time around, I realized what had just happened and looked anxiously at Dale. He was oblivious, reading an article, as usual. Lynn was laughing sheepishly, realizing her slip, and Rosita was smiling with approval.

I whirled Tyke faster for the third trip around. I was a little giddy, partly because it was Mom's birthday. Twice a year, on her birthday and at Christmas because Mom loved that time of year, Lynn and I brought Mom into our circle. We celebrated her memory by doing it the special way that she loved. It had grown on me and it certainly had on Lynn who was already lobbying for us to celebrate Mom on Easter, Halloween, and the day she passed away.

I put Tyke down and sent him on his way. Thinking about the celebration was making me conspicuous so I sat down. Lynn twisted sideways on her lounge, pointing her luscious derriere my way, which only made things worse. She cast a naughty glance over her shoulder and twitched her bottom to let me know she that knew exactly what I was thinking about, and that she was too. Oh, how I loved family life!
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