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Morgan hugs me. Fuck, naked sister hugging me. I made her happy. She makes me nuts. But she's not herself. I push her back, "You count one wall, I'll count the other."
Back in my room. We're still naked and Morgan is excited, "You did it, brother. You found it."
"I found more." I say as I open the bookcase and turn on the light.
"What the fuck is this?" Morgan asks as we move into the small hall, still naked. At the end, Morgan stops, "What's that?" pointing to the large trail of my cum on the mirror. I forgot to clean up and now I'm caught.
Morgan waits a few seconds, then smiles. "Oh, I get it. When we bought this place, they told us it was built as a very exclusive brothel. The rumor was it was underage girls and local rich guys. Turns out half of that was true, they just looked underage. So, this is how they spied on them, that's a two-way mirror, right?"
"Yes." I answer, hoping she'll just let it go. She doesn't, "Who were you spying on, brother?"
I'm trying to come up with an answer as Morgan says, "Is all that from you? Once?"
I'll take any change in topic, "Yes, that thing I had when you graduated, never went away."
Morgan's hand goes out, stops, "Whoa," is all she says, then, "Sooooooo, who were you watching?"
"Kate. I found this place the other day, and while I was in here, she came into the room."
Morgan smiles wickedly, "She's a randy one, I can tell. Who'd she bring in here?"
I'm not enjoying this, "Look, I didn't know about this two-way glass stuff, and she doesn't know I watched, so, I'd like to drop it."
Morgan stares at my cum and the mirror, whispers, 'It was her brother, wasn't it?"
"What?" How the fuck does she know about Kate and Sean?
Morgan turns to face me, "What I told you about those eyes and ears, works both ways. I caught them at it about six months ago, up in the loft. Both naked, and Kate was riding Sean. I could say she was raped, but that's tough to do from underneath. So, were they fucking?"
I try to act surprised, doubt it worked, "No. It was just Kate, masturbating."
Morgan's hand finds my cock. I gently brush it away, "Morgan, we have a lot to plan to get out of here."
I'm moving towards the room and Morgan follows. As I close the bookcase door and turn, Morgan is there and moves in. She's hugging me, and I'm hard. She whispers into my ear, "I want to thank you, Charlie." Her hips against my erection. I gently disengage, "You need to get back to the house. You've been gone way too long."
I gently press her back and she moves to the door, "Get a plan, little brother, fast."
I've got a plan. But I'm keeping it to myself for now. Today I've got Morgan's charge card. I spent the morning at the commercial wharf looking for a boat. Asked around and then had lunch. A Captain met me outside. "You need to move cargo?"
"Yes. Three generators, to St. Smegma island. We're needing to avoid the import tax."
"Shut up. I don't want to know."
We work out the numbers, time, and place. I tell him who's coming.
"You got a picture?"
I don't like this at all, but I'm not in a place to argue. I show him, he smiles. "New term. I get her for the trip down."
"You'll have to talk to her about that."
He puts his large, calloused hand on my shoulder, "You better talk first, get her ready."
Back to the house. Kate gives me a ride to the rental place, leaves me, "What are you up to, Dirty Charlie?"
I lean in and kiss her quickly on the lips. She pulls back in surprise. I pat her thigh, "You are better off not knowing. But you should make plans for that new job fast."
Douchebag is attending a realtor's conference in Miami this weekend. He's leaving Friday morning and will be back Sunday afternoon. This is it. I spend the rest of the day getting a one-ton rental pickup, buying tools and converting three generator crates from Tractor supply into gold bar storage. Captain Cock will have no idea. The whole him fucking my sister for three days thing we'll worry about later. Tomorrow is Friday. I text Morgan and tell her to not come over. I get no sleep.
Shithead leaves Friday after he tells me he wants me gone before he gets back while showing me the gun he carries. I tell him that will happen and resist smiling.
I spend all day avoiding everybody. Morgan hides in the house and Kate and Sean work, but she gives me a strange look every time she sees me.
It's five O'clock and Sean and Kate just left. Morgan is walking in my door, "Get the fuck out here. We've got shit to do."
She's wearing athletic shorts and a tank top, no bra. I slip on some athletic shorts; no briefs and we head for the loft.
I grossly underestimated how long it was going to take to move the hay bales. Morgan is in much better shape than me and it still took hours to get enough hay out of the way to make a path to move the gold.
It's midnight and we're exhausted. I'll give the prick this, he had a good plan to hide that room.
Morgan and I are standing outside the stable, soaked and tired. Morgan points to the house, "Come on, let's shower."
"Morgan, no. You're under a lot of stress now. So am I. I'll come to the house in the morning, and we'll go get the truck and crates. We're shoving off tomorrow night."
Morgan hugs me, neither of us caring that the other is a stinky, sweaty, hay-covered mess. Her lips find mine and I give in a little. I know what she thinks she wants. We stand in the humid night of Wellington and kiss like teenagers, grinding our bodies, tongues dueling, me hard. I break our kiss, "You need to think about this. I want to wait until we're safe and you have time to consider. We can't undo this once it happens. I've had lovers and one wife. They come and go, but I only have one sister for life."
Morgan steps back, "I hate you and that practical mind. Okay, but..."
Morgan whips off her tank top and shoves her shorts down. She turns away from me and bends over, grabbing her ankles. I moan, can't help it. Her pussy is wide open and soaked. Even from three feet away, I can see her clit. Even her asshole looks sexy. "I need you to fill this."
She picks up her shirt and shorts and walks to the house, leaving me panting and very hard.
I crash after my shower in my wonderfully dark room. I hope Morgan will heed my advice. I love sex, but I know incest can destroy families. Kate had to leave Ireland because of it. Our parents would disown us.
Morgan throws the door open, flooding my room with unwelcome sunlight, "let's go, we have a boat to catch."
She watches me like I'm the special on a sex menu while I dress. She brought food so in ten minutes, I'm ready to go.
The truck is in the yard, next to the stable door. I've got the crates open and ready. Morgan is quivering with excitement, "Let's go get the gold."
I walk up the stairs behind her, looking up her shorts. No panties today. I love her furry pussy. At the door, she steps aside, "You get the honors, brother."
I punch in the four numbers; the knob won't turn. I try again. Morgan shoves me out of the way and tries. She looks at me, "What the fuck?"
"He changed the combo."
Morgan stands there, crying and pounding on a bale of hay, "Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him. I need that gold. I hate him so fucking much. He can't do this to us."
She stops and looks at me, "Charlie, what are we going to do?"
I head for the stairs. I've got to save my sister, no matter what it takes.
In the corner of the stable is a forge and anvil that the farrier uses when he shoes the horses. I pick up the biggest fucking hammer I can find and head back up the stairs.
"Stand back," I say to Morgan.
She replies, "Are you sure?"
"You're not staying in this hell for one more day," I say and wind up.
I beat on that lock and door for ten minutes before it finally opens. No going back now.
The shelves are still filled with rows of 1000-gram gold bars, "What was your count, Morgan?"
"275 on my side." She answers.
"I had 325 on mine. So, five hundred total. Let's get to work.
If you've done the math, you'll know it's a half-ton of gold. Fucking heavy. Up and down the stairs. Packing them in crates.
It's four O'clock and my phone goes off.
"Hello."
"It's Captain Jenks. We can't leave until tomorrow morning; I got a thing I have to do."
He hangs up. I tell Morgan. She's crying again, "No, no, no, we have to leave now."
She's pacing in a circle, throwing her hands up, "We ripped off my husband. It's just sitting here. We have to fucking leave!"
"Morgan, it's just till tomorrow morning, we'll be fine."
She grabs my shoulders, shaking me, "What if he comes home early, huh? Sees this shit. He will KILL us, Charlie, I know it. That's too much gold, it can't be all his."
"We have no choice, Morgan. Let's get something to eat."
I'm having cold pizza, Morgan's having Johnny Walker black by the tumbler.
It's midnight, Morgan is passed out on the couch. I carry her up to her bed. We never showered. I just lay her down and cuddle her. It's been a nice life.
"NO! NO! NO!" Morgan screams at the top of her lungs. We just got to the pier and found the boat covered in evidence and crime scene tape. Morgan is reading a notice taped to the window.
"Federal fucking Marshals! It's fucking evidence? Where is that fucking Captain?"
My sister's eyes are wide in panic. I grip her shoulders. "It's over, Morgan. There's nothing we can do. If we run, he'll find us. Our only way out was disappearing and that's over."
Morgan falls against me, crying, "What are we going to do? What are we going to do? He'll be home in a few hours. He's going to fucking kill us."
I let her cry, wondering what it could have been like. I guide her to the truck. I'm thinking.
"Morgan, we'll go back and get your car. We'll watch for him to come home. You tell him I stole it, you tried to stop me. I can hit you if it helps."
"It won't work," Morgan sobs. "We're dead."
"He's not going to kill you. You are the only one that can find me. He has a partner too, and Ralph will want his gold back too."
"He'll beat me."
"I'll call, make a deal, but only if he leaves you alone."
"That will never work." She says.
I put the truck in gear, "It's all we've got."
I drop Morgan at her friend's house where we left her car. I go to a shopping mall to wait as she goes home.
It's been fifteen minutes. I get a text, "Cops. Get here now."
I smile. My call worked.
I pull into the circle and stop behind a marked Wellington Cruiser parked behind an unmarked car. As I stop the uniformed cop gets out and walks to my window.
"Can I help you?"
"This is my sister's house, what happened? Is she okay?"
"Can I see some ID?"
The accent is Brooklyn, not Wellington. Another cop that bailed on the Big Apple. I dig out my wallet and driver's license, hand them over.
"Why are you here?"
"I've been visiting, staying in the guest house. I was out. Is Morgan alright?"
The cop taps my license on his hand, looking at the house. He hands it back, "Your sister is fine. Nothing has happened to her."
"Can you tell me anything? Please?"
The cop sighs, "I'm not supposed to say anything, but you're gonna find out anyway. Her husband..."
I interrupt, "Oh, you mean, shithead?"
The cop smiles, "Well, you made this easier. Yeah, well the husband got caught with his business partner fucking some Cuban mobster's wife. The guy shot the partner and tossed hubby off the 13th-floor balcony into the pool."
"Guess thirteen was lucky for him, landing in the pool."
The cop smiles, "It was empty."
I hear the front door and Morgan and the other cop walk out. They shake hands. Morgan is smiling at me as the cops get in their cars and leave. Morgan turns and walks back into the house, I follow.
Morgan is standing in her huge living room, screaming with joy, "I'M FREE! I'M FUCKING FREE! HE'S FUCKING DEAD!"
I stand there and absorb her joy. My sister comes over and grabs my arms, "He and that creep Ralph were fucking some mobster's wife when he found them. The mobster shot Ralph and threw shithead off the balcony."
"Did the cops get him?"
"No, and I don't care. If I ever meet him, I'll kiss him. I don't even know his name."
"Paco Robles, from Mantanzas, Cuba," I say.
Morgan releases my arms and stares at me, "How do you know that?"
"I'll give you the short version. Last year, Jane and I were in Miami. Going back to the car in the garage we heard a scuffle, a woman crying. We go to investigate. In a dark corner a guy is assaulting a woman, he's gonna Ra*e her. Jane's pulling me away, 'don't get involved. Let's call the cops.' I can't. I'm a mousy guy, but seeing a woman treated like that kicks a fire in me. There was construction work going on. I grabbed a piece of pipe. I didn't want to kill him and then I remembered what a guy told me once. 'If they can't run, they can't chase you.'
I hit him on the knee, hard. He screamed. I grabbed the woman, and we all ran. Her clothes were in shreds. She was gorgeous. She begged us, 'no cops, no cops.' We took her home.
The next day, my doorbell goes off. I open the door and I assume I'm dead. The meanest looking Cuban I've ever seen is on my front porch. 'May I come in?' He asks politely. I let him in. What else am I going to do?
"So, short story. He's a crime boss in Miami, that was his wife. He says he has a debt of honor to me and he will do anything I ask."
Morgan looks at me, "So you...?"
"It was a long shot, making deals with mob guys, but yeah, I told him about Skeet and Ralph raping you and how I needed him, and his partner dealt with."
Morgan falls onto the couch, "How did you know about Ralph?"
"Kate told me."
"So, the gold? Looking for it. Stealing it?"
"Plan B."
Morgan sits with a blank look. I know she's running a lot through her mind. After a minute, she looks up at me, "Charlie, you are truly my savior. You saved my life."
Morgan is sitting, looking at me. She smiles and rises; walks over and we hug. She whispers into my ear, "I haven't had a drink in two days. Charlie, are we safe now?"
My penis is swelling, "Yes, we are safe."
"So, you think I'm rational now?"
Morgan is rubbing her hips against mine. I whisper, "Very. Are you sure?"
Her lips caress mine, "Very. Are you sure?"
My hands slide down and cup her perfect ass through her shorts, "I've been sure since I saw your furry pussy behind those panties the first night."
"I know. Kate told me."
What? "Kate, what?"
Morgan pulls back and takes my hand, "We girls talk, brother. I'll tell all, but right now, we need to take a shower," Morgan flips off her shirt, still walking and talking, "And then fuck until we can't fuck anymore."
I watch my sister pause to shove off her shorts and then walk away, gloriously naked. I take a deep breath, It's time. I've been in love with her since I got here. I fought it, blamed it on her instability, but now she's safe, we're safe. We both want this. I strip off and head for the master bath.
I stand in the bathroom, watching her in the shower. She's gorgeous, so tall and lean. She's watching me watch her, running her hands over her body as my penis hardens.
"I love you so much, Charlie. Come. Wash me, bathe me."
I step in and move closer, our foreheads touch and Morgan's right-hand holds my cock.
"My sister is touching my penis," I say.
Morgan smiles, "No. Your sister is holding your hard cock, and loving it."
I move my hand between her legs, cupping her sex and slipping a finger between her soaked lips.
Morgan sighs, "My brother is touching me."
I slide my finger deep inside, "No, your brother is fingering your soaking wet pussy that he is going to fill with his cock."
"Ohhhhh fuuucckk," Morgan moans, "Stop, wash me. Let's enjoy this."
She's right. I realize how much on edge I've been since I got here. Fear of Skeet, the secrets with Kate, and my stifled desire for my sister. It's all over. Skeet's dead and Kate knows all. The feeling of relief is impossible to describe. I pump out some body wash and put my hands on Morgan's back, "This could take a while."
Morgan moans, "I sure hope so."
She steps out from under the rainfall head, and I run my hands over her hard body, savoring the feel of her and relishing the wrongness. Over her shoulders and back, then her arms.
She purrs, "This is so wrong, but it feels so good. You're avoiding the good bits, brother."
I run my soapy hand down the crevice of my sister's ass, "Best till last."
Morgan leans against the tile wall, "You're killing me, and I love it."
I wash her back and shoulders, down her arms, and mesh fingers with her. Morgan sighs and leans against me, "So fucking good." She says.
I kneel behind her and wash each foot and then slowly up her legs, stopping where her round ass meets her legs, "Killin me," She moans as my finger brushes her star.
I get up, press myself against her back, and wash her front, leaving her breasts for last. My hands slide up her belly and gently cover her breasts, capturing her nipples. Morgan quakes, "I just came. You made your sister orgasm."
I finish by washing her hair. If you've never done that with your lover, try it. It's incredibly sensual.
Morgan turns and we kiss, so deep and hard and I don't want it to end. Her tongue tangling with mine. My rigid cock trapped between her long legs, her breasts mashed against my chest. We break our embrace, both panting. Morgan's eyes are wild.
"It's gonna be a fast wash for you. I'll owe you, but I need you in me so bad right now."
Morgan is true to her word. In two minutes, we walk out the door to her bed.
"You don't want to dry off?" I ask.
Morgan climbs on the bed, rolls on her back, and hooks her hands behind her knees, "No. I want my brother to make love to me. I want his forbidden cock in my drenched pussy, now."
I move over her, my cock leaving a trail of precum up her leg. We're both panting. I shift and get my arms under her, holding myself up. I feel the head of my cock just opening her vagina. I lean down and touch my lips to Morgan's, "I love you."
Morgan moans and presses her hips up, capturing the head of my cock in her pussy, "And I love you. Make me cum. Make me yours."
As I press in, Morgan's eyes roll back into her head, and I feel the warm flood around my cock. I have my hands over the top of her head for leverage and I fuck my sister. Nice and steady, loving the feel of her, loving the scent of her sweat as we go faster. Her fingernails leaving marks on my back, her heels dug into my ass.
When I go deep, I feel her cervix and back off. I change the angle, trying to hit her G spot.
"More, more. Give me more cock." She cums again. Another warm flood.
I'm not going to last, "Gonna cum. Can't hold it back."
Morgan pants, her fingers dig in, "In me."
We're eye to eye, foreheads touching. I'm there, "Cumming, Morgan."
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeeeeeessssss," She moans as I go deep and hold, letting my orgasm release deep inside her.
Our foreheads are still touching. Morgan smiles, "I felt you cum. It felt so good. I feel so loved. It feels like a lot."
I move down, letting my still half-hard cock slip out. I'm trailing kisses down her body when she figures it out, "Charlie, no. You don't have to. Let me......Ohhhhhhh fuuuucckck!"
Her protest is truncated by my mouth capturing her clitoris and licking our juices from her vagina. My face is in her tawny fur, which is soaked with our lust. Morgan thrashes on the bed, my hands pressing down on her rock-hard abs, holding her in place as I eat her pussy.
She taps my head, "Enough, come lay with me."
I move up and Morgan lays half over me, her hand running through my hair. The bed is drenched with shower water, sweat, and cum. The room reeks of sex. "I, not in a million years, would have said this would happen," Morgan says.
I'm not sure if she wants an answer. I say nothing. Morgan shifts and I feel her drenched pubic hair against my thigh.
"I saw it in your eyes the first time, at dinner that night. I've had a lot of men look at me, I know the signs. I was shocked. My mousy, boring little brother? Really? I couldn't believe it. I had a pretty wild sex life before Skeet and I married, so having my brother lusting over me was not unpleasant, just very surprising. But I was so needy, so emotionally isolated, I went with it."
Morgan moves her head, and we kiss. Softer, not as urgent. She keeps her lips brushing mine as she speaks, "You were so good, so mature. I would have fucked you, but you wouldn't. I wasn't sure if it was because you thought it was wrong or what. I figured it out. My brother was the mature one. You knew how fucked up I was, how much I was drinking. But I was sure you wanted this."
My turn, "Morgan, I have no experience with incest. I came here to help you. I haven't had sex in almost a year. I saw you that first night, you were gorgeous. I fought my attraction hard. You wanted it, I knew, but I wasn't sure. Then I had to admit, I was in love with you. I knew you felt it too, but I wasn't going to, not with you drinking and so scared."
Morgan moves on top of me. My cock is hard again. She kisses me lightly, "I'm in love with my brother. I love you, Charlie."
I run my hands through her sweaty hair, "I love you, Morgan. I'm in love with my sister."
Morgan's hand is between us as she rearranges herself on top of me. She has my erection in her hand. She smiles, "May I ride your cock?"
Not waiting for my answer, Morgan takes me in, sliding down until our hips meet, she sighs, "The best feeling ever."
It's slow this time, our forbidden lust satiated. Now, it's two lovers. Morgan rides me, her hips shifting forward and back, my cock massaging the front and then the back of her vagina. Only the third woman I ever made love to.
We lay on that destroyed bed and savor each other. Morgan cums, biting her lip, her flood sweeping over our union. I reach up and capture her perfect breasts, pinching the nipples.
"Tell me when you're ready. I want you to cum in my mouth."
"You sure? It's a lot."
"I want it. It's more than just fucking then, it's me giving myself to you."
I move my hand and press a finger against her hole. She smiles, "Yes, that too. You'll be the second cock up my ass. No, he never got my ass, but I want you in there."
Morgan orgasms again, "Tomorrow, lover."
"Your hot pussy is going to make me cum."
Morgan moves quickly and has me in her mouth, looking up into my eyes. Her lips and tongue are magic, and she has a finger probing my hole. Oh, I am so there.
"I'm cumming." I grunt as my cock swells, and I release.
Morgan's eyes bug out and she gags, staying on me, my cum bursting out around her mouth. Her cheeks bulging. She falls back on the bed, "Holy fucking shit." She says, after swallowing, "I saw it on the mirror, but.....fuck that's a lot of cum."
I get off the bed, extend my hand, "Let's shower and get some sleep."
We sleep in the guest bedroom, the one with two queens, and blackout curtains. In each other's arms, and I have never slept better in my life.
I get up to pee and notice Morgan is gone. I blink when I open the door. It's morning and not early. I hear Morgan on the phone and then see her, walking around the living room, still gloriously nude. She smiles and waves when she sees me. She closes the call, and we embrace, kissing like the lovers we are. We pause.
"I've told Kate and Sean about Skeet. They will be moving to the room you had in the guest house. I also told them about the passageway, it's only right. I also called Mom and Dad. They'll be by later for dinner."
I slide my hands down and capture her perfect ass, "Gee, what will we do till then?"
Morgan slides out of my embrace, "Charlie, last night we burned off a lot of lust. It was beyond amazing. We need to talk. I need to know what this is going to be."
Well, this is it. "Morgan, I know this is forbidden, illegal in a lot of places, and considered immoral in a lot more, but I don't care. I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, even if we have to hide our true feelings from everybody."
Morgan stares at me and I see the tear roll down her cheek, "Oh, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, you just made me the happiest girl in history."
We're hugging and kissing again, my hard cock trapped between my sister's long legs, her pussy lips caressing its length. Morgan whispers, "So, Dirty Charlie, want to go fuck in the slut rooms?"
"Kate?"
Morgan runs her hand up my side, "Told me everything."
My sister walks out the front door of her, well, our house, still wonderfully naked, towards the guest house. I see a curtain move on the second floor as I follow her up the stairs and down the hall to the last tiny room. I close the door. Morgan has moved the bed so it's parallel to the mirror.
"Leave it open," Morgan says, "There are no secrets here anymore."
We embrace, I love kissing this woman. She puts so much energy into a kiss. My penis is rigid, and then I hear it, noise from behind the wall.
"They're back there, right?"
Morgan is stroking my cock, "You don't mind?"
I lay on the bed, "I love being watched fucking my sister."
Morgan quivers, "Oh, my Dirty Charlie."
It's a trip. Morgan and I on that twin bed, her on top riding me. We can hear Sean and Kate fucking inside the wall. Un-fucking believable. Then the mirror turns into a window when they turn the lights on in the passageway. Kate, bent over, handsome Sean behind her, his hands clamped on her trim little hips as he fucks her.
We all worked and held back, timed it, came together in a crescendo of incest love.
We're walking back to the house naked, "You want to fuck her, don't you?" My sister says.
"Yes, but we should keep it in the family."
Morgan takes my hand, "I won't lie, I'd love to eat her pussy. But I agree."
I stop and stare, Morgan laughs, "There is a lot you do not know about me."
I lean in and we kiss, standing naked in her yard, "I have a lifetime to find out."
Back in my room. We're still naked and Morgan is excited, "You did it, brother. You found it."
"I found more." I say as I open the bookcase and turn on the light.
"What the fuck is this?" Morgan asks as we move into the small hall, still naked. At the end, Morgan stops, "What's that?" pointing to the large trail of my cum on the mirror. I forgot to clean up and now I'm caught.
Morgan waits a few seconds, then smiles. "Oh, I get it. When we bought this place, they told us it was built as a very exclusive brothel. The rumor was it was underage girls and local rich guys. Turns out half of that was true, they just looked underage. So, this is how they spied on them, that's a two-way mirror, right?"
"Yes." I answer, hoping she'll just let it go. She doesn't, "Who were you spying on, brother?"
I'm trying to come up with an answer as Morgan says, "Is all that from you? Once?"
I'll take any change in topic, "Yes, that thing I had when you graduated, never went away."
Morgan's hand goes out, stops, "Whoa," is all she says, then, "Sooooooo, who were you watching?"
"Kate. I found this place the other day, and while I was in here, she came into the room."
Morgan smiles wickedly, "She's a randy one, I can tell. Who'd she bring in here?"
I'm not enjoying this, "Look, I didn't know about this two-way glass stuff, and she doesn't know I watched, so, I'd like to drop it."
Morgan stares at my cum and the mirror, whispers, 'It was her brother, wasn't it?"
"What?" How the fuck does she know about Kate and Sean?
Morgan turns to face me, "What I told you about those eyes and ears, works both ways. I caught them at it about six months ago, up in the loft. Both naked, and Kate was riding Sean. I could say she was raped, but that's tough to do from underneath. So, were they fucking?"
I try to act surprised, doubt it worked, "No. It was just Kate, masturbating."
Morgan's hand finds my cock. I gently brush it away, "Morgan, we have a lot to plan to get out of here."
I'm moving towards the room and Morgan follows. As I close the bookcase door and turn, Morgan is there and moves in. She's hugging me, and I'm hard. She whispers into my ear, "I want to thank you, Charlie." Her hips against my erection. I gently disengage, "You need to get back to the house. You've been gone way too long."
I gently press her back and she moves to the door, "Get a plan, little brother, fast."
I've got a plan. But I'm keeping it to myself for now. Today I've got Morgan's charge card. I spent the morning at the commercial wharf looking for a boat. Asked around and then had lunch. A Captain met me outside. "You need to move cargo?"
"Yes. Three generators, to St. Smegma island. We're needing to avoid the import tax."
"Shut up. I don't want to know."
We work out the numbers, time, and place. I tell him who's coming.
"You got a picture?"
I don't like this at all, but I'm not in a place to argue. I show him, he smiles. "New term. I get her for the trip down."
"You'll have to talk to her about that."
He puts his large, calloused hand on my shoulder, "You better talk first, get her ready."
Back to the house. Kate gives me a ride to the rental place, leaves me, "What are you up to, Dirty Charlie?"
I lean in and kiss her quickly on the lips. She pulls back in surprise. I pat her thigh, "You are better off not knowing. But you should make plans for that new job fast."
Douchebag is attending a realtor's conference in Miami this weekend. He's leaving Friday morning and will be back Sunday afternoon. This is it. I spend the rest of the day getting a one-ton rental pickup, buying tools and converting three generator crates from Tractor supply into gold bar storage. Captain Cock will have no idea. The whole him fucking my sister for three days thing we'll worry about later. Tomorrow is Friday. I text Morgan and tell her to not come over. I get no sleep.
Shithead leaves Friday after he tells me he wants me gone before he gets back while showing me the gun he carries. I tell him that will happen and resist smiling.
I spend all day avoiding everybody. Morgan hides in the house and Kate and Sean work, but she gives me a strange look every time she sees me.
It's five O'clock and Sean and Kate just left. Morgan is walking in my door, "Get the fuck out here. We've got shit to do."
She's wearing athletic shorts and a tank top, no bra. I slip on some athletic shorts; no briefs and we head for the loft.
I grossly underestimated how long it was going to take to move the hay bales. Morgan is in much better shape than me and it still took hours to get enough hay out of the way to make a path to move the gold.
It's midnight and we're exhausted. I'll give the prick this, he had a good plan to hide that room.
Morgan and I are standing outside the stable, soaked and tired. Morgan points to the house, "Come on, let's shower."
"Morgan, no. You're under a lot of stress now. So am I. I'll come to the house in the morning, and we'll go get the truck and crates. We're shoving off tomorrow night."
Morgan hugs me, neither of us caring that the other is a stinky, sweaty, hay-covered mess. Her lips find mine and I give in a little. I know what she thinks she wants. We stand in the humid night of Wellington and kiss like teenagers, grinding our bodies, tongues dueling, me hard. I break our kiss, "You need to think about this. I want to wait until we're safe and you have time to consider. We can't undo this once it happens. I've had lovers and one wife. They come and go, but I only have one sister for life."
Morgan steps back, "I hate you and that practical mind. Okay, but..."
Morgan whips off her tank top and shoves her shorts down. She turns away from me and bends over, grabbing her ankles. I moan, can't help it. Her pussy is wide open and soaked. Even from three feet away, I can see her clit. Even her asshole looks sexy. "I need you to fill this."
She picks up her shirt and shorts and walks to the house, leaving me panting and very hard.
I crash after my shower in my wonderfully dark room. I hope Morgan will heed my advice. I love sex, but I know incest can destroy families. Kate had to leave Ireland because of it. Our parents would disown us.
Morgan throws the door open, flooding my room with unwelcome sunlight, "let's go, we have a boat to catch."
She watches me like I'm the special on a sex menu while I dress. She brought food so in ten minutes, I'm ready to go.
The truck is in the yard, next to the stable door. I've got the crates open and ready. Morgan is quivering with excitement, "Let's go get the gold."
I walk up the stairs behind her, looking up her shorts. No panties today. I love her furry pussy. At the door, she steps aside, "You get the honors, brother."
I punch in the four numbers; the knob won't turn. I try again. Morgan shoves me out of the way and tries. She looks at me, "What the fuck?"
"He changed the combo."
Morgan stands there, crying and pounding on a bale of hay, "Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him. I need that gold. I hate him so fucking much. He can't do this to us."
She stops and looks at me, "Charlie, what are we going to do?"
I head for the stairs. I've got to save my sister, no matter what it takes.
In the corner of the stable is a forge and anvil that the farrier uses when he shoes the horses. I pick up the biggest fucking hammer I can find and head back up the stairs.
"Stand back," I say to Morgan.
She replies, "Are you sure?"
"You're not staying in this hell for one more day," I say and wind up.
I beat on that lock and door for ten minutes before it finally opens. No going back now.
The shelves are still filled with rows of 1000-gram gold bars, "What was your count, Morgan?"
"275 on my side." She answers.
"I had 325 on mine. So, five hundred total. Let's get to work.
If you've done the math, you'll know it's a half-ton of gold. Fucking heavy. Up and down the stairs. Packing them in crates.
It's four O'clock and my phone goes off.
"Hello."
"It's Captain Jenks. We can't leave until tomorrow morning; I got a thing I have to do."
He hangs up. I tell Morgan. She's crying again, "No, no, no, we have to leave now."
She's pacing in a circle, throwing her hands up, "We ripped off my husband. It's just sitting here. We have to fucking leave!"
"Morgan, it's just till tomorrow morning, we'll be fine."
She grabs my shoulders, shaking me, "What if he comes home early, huh? Sees this shit. He will KILL us, Charlie, I know it. That's too much gold, it can't be all his."
"We have no choice, Morgan. Let's get something to eat."
I'm having cold pizza, Morgan's having Johnny Walker black by the tumbler.
It's midnight, Morgan is passed out on the couch. I carry her up to her bed. We never showered. I just lay her down and cuddle her. It's been a nice life.
"NO! NO! NO!" Morgan screams at the top of her lungs. We just got to the pier and found the boat covered in evidence and crime scene tape. Morgan is reading a notice taped to the window.
"Federal fucking Marshals! It's fucking evidence? Where is that fucking Captain?"
My sister's eyes are wide in panic. I grip her shoulders. "It's over, Morgan. There's nothing we can do. If we run, he'll find us. Our only way out was disappearing and that's over."
Morgan falls against me, crying, "What are we going to do? What are we going to do? He'll be home in a few hours. He's going to fucking kill us."
I let her cry, wondering what it could have been like. I guide her to the truck. I'm thinking.
"Morgan, we'll go back and get your car. We'll watch for him to come home. You tell him I stole it, you tried to stop me. I can hit you if it helps."
"It won't work," Morgan sobs. "We're dead."
"He's not going to kill you. You are the only one that can find me. He has a partner too, and Ralph will want his gold back too."
"He'll beat me."
"I'll call, make a deal, but only if he leaves you alone."
"That will never work." She says.
I put the truck in gear, "It's all we've got."
I drop Morgan at her friend's house where we left her car. I go to a shopping mall to wait as she goes home.
It's been fifteen minutes. I get a text, "Cops. Get here now."
I smile. My call worked.
I pull into the circle and stop behind a marked Wellington Cruiser parked behind an unmarked car. As I stop the uniformed cop gets out and walks to my window.
"Can I help you?"
"This is my sister's house, what happened? Is she okay?"
"Can I see some ID?"
The accent is Brooklyn, not Wellington. Another cop that bailed on the Big Apple. I dig out my wallet and driver's license, hand them over.
"Why are you here?"
"I've been visiting, staying in the guest house. I was out. Is Morgan alright?"
The cop taps my license on his hand, looking at the house. He hands it back, "Your sister is fine. Nothing has happened to her."
"Can you tell me anything? Please?"
The cop sighs, "I'm not supposed to say anything, but you're gonna find out anyway. Her husband..."
I interrupt, "Oh, you mean, shithead?"
The cop smiles, "Well, you made this easier. Yeah, well the husband got caught with his business partner fucking some Cuban mobster's wife. The guy shot the partner and tossed hubby off the 13th-floor balcony into the pool."
"Guess thirteen was lucky for him, landing in the pool."
The cop smiles, "It was empty."
I hear the front door and Morgan and the other cop walk out. They shake hands. Morgan is smiling at me as the cops get in their cars and leave. Morgan turns and walks back into the house, I follow.
Morgan is standing in her huge living room, screaming with joy, "I'M FREE! I'M FUCKING FREE! HE'S FUCKING DEAD!"
I stand there and absorb her joy. My sister comes over and grabs my arms, "He and that creep Ralph were fucking some mobster's wife when he found them. The mobster shot Ralph and threw shithead off the balcony."
"Did the cops get him?"
"No, and I don't care. If I ever meet him, I'll kiss him. I don't even know his name."
"Paco Robles, from Mantanzas, Cuba," I say.
Morgan releases my arms and stares at me, "How do you know that?"
"I'll give you the short version. Last year, Jane and I were in Miami. Going back to the car in the garage we heard a scuffle, a woman crying. We go to investigate. In a dark corner a guy is assaulting a woman, he's gonna Ra*e her. Jane's pulling me away, 'don't get involved. Let's call the cops.' I can't. I'm a mousy guy, but seeing a woman treated like that kicks a fire in me. There was construction work going on. I grabbed a piece of pipe. I didn't want to kill him and then I remembered what a guy told me once. 'If they can't run, they can't chase you.'
I hit him on the knee, hard. He screamed. I grabbed the woman, and we all ran. Her clothes were in shreds. She was gorgeous. She begged us, 'no cops, no cops.' We took her home.
The next day, my doorbell goes off. I open the door and I assume I'm dead. The meanest looking Cuban I've ever seen is on my front porch. 'May I come in?' He asks politely. I let him in. What else am I going to do?
"So, short story. He's a crime boss in Miami, that was his wife. He says he has a debt of honor to me and he will do anything I ask."
Morgan looks at me, "So you...?"
"It was a long shot, making deals with mob guys, but yeah, I told him about Skeet and Ralph raping you and how I needed him, and his partner dealt with."
Morgan falls onto the couch, "How did you know about Ralph?"
"Kate told me."
"So, the gold? Looking for it. Stealing it?"
"Plan B."
Morgan sits with a blank look. I know she's running a lot through her mind. After a minute, she looks up at me, "Charlie, you are truly my savior. You saved my life."
Morgan is sitting, looking at me. She smiles and rises; walks over and we hug. She whispers into my ear, "I haven't had a drink in two days. Charlie, are we safe now?"
My penis is swelling, "Yes, we are safe."
"So, you think I'm rational now?"
Morgan is rubbing her hips against mine. I whisper, "Very. Are you sure?"
Her lips caress mine, "Very. Are you sure?"
My hands slide down and cup her perfect ass through her shorts, "I've been sure since I saw your furry pussy behind those panties the first night."
"I know. Kate told me."
What? "Kate, what?"
Morgan pulls back and takes my hand, "We girls talk, brother. I'll tell all, but right now, we need to take a shower," Morgan flips off her shirt, still walking and talking, "And then fuck until we can't fuck anymore."
I watch my sister pause to shove off her shorts and then walk away, gloriously naked. I take a deep breath, It's time. I've been in love with her since I got here. I fought it, blamed it on her instability, but now she's safe, we're safe. We both want this. I strip off and head for the master bath.
I stand in the bathroom, watching her in the shower. She's gorgeous, so tall and lean. She's watching me watch her, running her hands over her body as my penis hardens.
"I love you so much, Charlie. Come. Wash me, bathe me."
I step in and move closer, our foreheads touch and Morgan's right-hand holds my cock.
"My sister is touching my penis," I say.
Morgan smiles, "No. Your sister is holding your hard cock, and loving it."
I move my hand between her legs, cupping her sex and slipping a finger between her soaked lips.
Morgan sighs, "My brother is touching me."
I slide my finger deep inside, "No, your brother is fingering your soaking wet pussy that he is going to fill with his cock."
"Ohhhhh fuuucckk," Morgan moans, "Stop, wash me. Let's enjoy this."
She's right. I realize how much on edge I've been since I got here. Fear of Skeet, the secrets with Kate, and my stifled desire for my sister. It's all over. Skeet's dead and Kate knows all. The feeling of relief is impossible to describe. I pump out some body wash and put my hands on Morgan's back, "This could take a while."
Morgan moans, "I sure hope so."
She steps out from under the rainfall head, and I run my hands over her hard body, savoring the feel of her and relishing the wrongness. Over her shoulders and back, then her arms.
She purrs, "This is so wrong, but it feels so good. You're avoiding the good bits, brother."
I run my soapy hand down the crevice of my sister's ass, "Best till last."
Morgan leans against the tile wall, "You're killing me, and I love it."
I wash her back and shoulders, down her arms, and mesh fingers with her. Morgan sighs and leans against me, "So fucking good." She says.
I kneel behind her and wash each foot and then slowly up her legs, stopping where her round ass meets her legs, "Killin me," She moans as my finger brushes her star.
I get up, press myself against her back, and wash her front, leaving her breasts for last. My hands slide up her belly and gently cover her breasts, capturing her nipples. Morgan quakes, "I just came. You made your sister orgasm."
I finish by washing her hair. If you've never done that with your lover, try it. It's incredibly sensual.
Morgan turns and we kiss, so deep and hard and I don't want it to end. Her tongue tangling with mine. My rigid cock trapped between her long legs, her breasts mashed against my chest. We break our embrace, both panting. Morgan's eyes are wild.
"It's gonna be a fast wash for you. I'll owe you, but I need you in me so bad right now."
Morgan is true to her word. In two minutes, we walk out the door to her bed.
"You don't want to dry off?" I ask.
Morgan climbs on the bed, rolls on her back, and hooks her hands behind her knees, "No. I want my brother to make love to me. I want his forbidden cock in my drenched pussy, now."
I move over her, my cock leaving a trail of precum up her leg. We're both panting. I shift and get my arms under her, holding myself up. I feel the head of my cock just opening her vagina. I lean down and touch my lips to Morgan's, "I love you."
Morgan moans and presses her hips up, capturing the head of my cock in her pussy, "And I love you. Make me cum. Make me yours."
As I press in, Morgan's eyes roll back into her head, and I feel the warm flood around my cock. I have my hands over the top of her head for leverage and I fuck my sister. Nice and steady, loving the feel of her, loving the scent of her sweat as we go faster. Her fingernails leaving marks on my back, her heels dug into my ass.
When I go deep, I feel her cervix and back off. I change the angle, trying to hit her G spot.
"More, more. Give me more cock." She cums again. Another warm flood.
I'm not going to last, "Gonna cum. Can't hold it back."
Morgan pants, her fingers dig in, "In me."
We're eye to eye, foreheads touching. I'm there, "Cumming, Morgan."
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeeeeeessssss," She moans as I go deep and hold, letting my orgasm release deep inside her.
Our foreheads are still touching. Morgan smiles, "I felt you cum. It felt so good. I feel so loved. It feels like a lot."
I move down, letting my still half-hard cock slip out. I'm trailing kisses down her body when she figures it out, "Charlie, no. You don't have to. Let me......Ohhhhhhh fuuuucckck!"
Her protest is truncated by my mouth capturing her clitoris and licking our juices from her vagina. My face is in her tawny fur, which is soaked with our lust. Morgan thrashes on the bed, my hands pressing down on her rock-hard abs, holding her in place as I eat her pussy.
She taps my head, "Enough, come lay with me."
I move up and Morgan lays half over me, her hand running through my hair. The bed is drenched with shower water, sweat, and cum. The room reeks of sex. "I, not in a million years, would have said this would happen," Morgan says.
I'm not sure if she wants an answer. I say nothing. Morgan shifts and I feel her drenched pubic hair against my thigh.
"I saw it in your eyes the first time, at dinner that night. I've had a lot of men look at me, I know the signs. I was shocked. My mousy, boring little brother? Really? I couldn't believe it. I had a pretty wild sex life before Skeet and I married, so having my brother lusting over me was not unpleasant, just very surprising. But I was so needy, so emotionally isolated, I went with it."
Morgan moves her head, and we kiss. Softer, not as urgent. She keeps her lips brushing mine as she speaks, "You were so good, so mature. I would have fucked you, but you wouldn't. I wasn't sure if it was because you thought it was wrong or what. I figured it out. My brother was the mature one. You knew how fucked up I was, how much I was drinking. But I was sure you wanted this."
My turn, "Morgan, I have no experience with incest. I came here to help you. I haven't had sex in almost a year. I saw you that first night, you were gorgeous. I fought my attraction hard. You wanted it, I knew, but I wasn't sure. Then I had to admit, I was in love with you. I knew you felt it too, but I wasn't going to, not with you drinking and so scared."
Morgan moves on top of me. My cock is hard again. She kisses me lightly, "I'm in love with my brother. I love you, Charlie."
I run my hands through her sweaty hair, "I love you, Morgan. I'm in love with my sister."
Morgan's hand is between us as she rearranges herself on top of me. She has my erection in her hand. She smiles, "May I ride your cock?"
Not waiting for my answer, Morgan takes me in, sliding down until our hips meet, she sighs, "The best feeling ever."
It's slow this time, our forbidden lust satiated. Now, it's two lovers. Morgan rides me, her hips shifting forward and back, my cock massaging the front and then the back of her vagina. Only the third woman I ever made love to.
We lay on that destroyed bed and savor each other. Morgan cums, biting her lip, her flood sweeping over our union. I reach up and capture her perfect breasts, pinching the nipples.
"Tell me when you're ready. I want you to cum in my mouth."
"You sure? It's a lot."
"I want it. It's more than just fucking then, it's me giving myself to you."
I move my hand and press a finger against her hole. She smiles, "Yes, that too. You'll be the second cock up my ass. No, he never got my ass, but I want you in there."
Morgan orgasms again, "Tomorrow, lover."
"Your hot pussy is going to make me cum."
Morgan moves quickly and has me in her mouth, looking up into my eyes. Her lips and tongue are magic, and she has a finger probing my hole. Oh, I am so there.
"I'm cumming." I grunt as my cock swells, and I release.
Morgan's eyes bug out and she gags, staying on me, my cum bursting out around her mouth. Her cheeks bulging. She falls back on the bed, "Holy fucking shit." She says, after swallowing, "I saw it on the mirror, but.....fuck that's a lot of cum."
I get off the bed, extend my hand, "Let's shower and get some sleep."
We sleep in the guest bedroom, the one with two queens, and blackout curtains. In each other's arms, and I have never slept better in my life.
I get up to pee and notice Morgan is gone. I blink when I open the door. It's morning and not early. I hear Morgan on the phone and then see her, walking around the living room, still gloriously nude. She smiles and waves when she sees me. She closes the call, and we embrace, kissing like the lovers we are. We pause.
"I've told Kate and Sean about Skeet. They will be moving to the room you had in the guest house. I also told them about the passageway, it's only right. I also called Mom and Dad. They'll be by later for dinner."
I slide my hands down and capture her perfect ass, "Gee, what will we do till then?"
Morgan slides out of my embrace, "Charlie, last night we burned off a lot of lust. It was beyond amazing. We need to talk. I need to know what this is going to be."
Well, this is it. "Morgan, I know this is forbidden, illegal in a lot of places, and considered immoral in a lot more, but I don't care. I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, even if we have to hide our true feelings from everybody."
Morgan stares at me and I see the tear roll down her cheek, "Oh, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, you just made me the happiest girl in history."
We're hugging and kissing again, my hard cock trapped between my sister's long legs, her pussy lips caressing its length. Morgan whispers, "So, Dirty Charlie, want to go fuck in the slut rooms?"
"Kate?"
Morgan runs her hand up my side, "Told me everything."
My sister walks out the front door of her, well, our house, still wonderfully naked, towards the guest house. I see a curtain move on the second floor as I follow her up the stairs and down the hall to the last tiny room. I close the door. Morgan has moved the bed so it's parallel to the mirror.
"Leave it open," Morgan says, "There are no secrets here anymore."
We embrace, I love kissing this woman. She puts so much energy into a kiss. My penis is rigid, and then I hear it, noise from behind the wall.
"They're back there, right?"
Morgan is stroking my cock, "You don't mind?"
I lay on the bed, "I love being watched fucking my sister."
Morgan quivers, "Oh, my Dirty Charlie."
It's a trip. Morgan and I on that twin bed, her on top riding me. We can hear Sean and Kate fucking inside the wall. Un-fucking believable. Then the mirror turns into a window when they turn the lights on in the passageway. Kate, bent over, handsome Sean behind her, his hands clamped on her trim little hips as he fucks her.
We all worked and held back, timed it, came together in a crescendo of incest love.
We're walking back to the house naked, "You want to fuck her, don't you?" My sister says.
"Yes, but we should keep it in the family."
Morgan takes my hand, "I won't lie, I'd love to eat her pussy. But I agree."
I stop and stare, Morgan laughs, "There is a lot you do not know about me."
I lean in and we kiss, standing naked in her yard, "I have a lifetime to find out."
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