Kapitel 2525: @2
Seven hells, it had happened. I'd made love to my sister, came in her, and now had her nakedness sprawled over the couch next to me. It was thrilling having sex with Jen: she was astonishingly beautiful with my cock deep within her and her skin flush with sex. I wouldn't mind going at it again, I thought to myself. The incredible idea that we might make a regular habit of our incestuous coupling came to mind.
"That was fun."
'Hmm," my sister replied.
Hmm... somewhat non-committal. Jen sat up, her brow creased - this boded poorly, I could just tell. Goodness gracious, she could be a fickle lass sometimes, a character trait I'd noticed many times growing up with her.
"We shouldn't have done that."
My dream of regular copulation looked fleeting.
"I don't understand you, sis. First you want me, then you don't. We make sweet, sweet love, and then you say we shouldn't have."
"I do want you, Alex - it's just wrong that I do. You're my brother, for God's sake."
"It's just a bit of fun, that's all. Nothing to feel all guilty about."
"Just a bit of fun?" said my sister, crestfallen.
"Not a just a bit - a lot of fun! Hell, it was life-affirming sex. Divine."
"Sinful, not divine."
"Semantics, dear sister."
My sister laughed and I breathed my relief. At that moment I heard the closing of car doors in the carport - our parents, returned!
"They're back! Quick, get your clothes on."
It was maybe ten metres from the car to the front door. I pulled up my pants, briefly catching my semi-flaccid cock in the zip, eliciting a howl. My sister already had her skirt on, so she grabbed her blouse then dashed up the stairs to her room, not bothering to button it up. I heard the key enter the lock; I had maybe ten seconds, so pulled my polo on and sat back on the couch, switching the TV to a commercial station. Late-night Turkish news, brilliant. The front door swang open and my parents entered the hallway.
"Hi Mum, hi Dad," I called.
"Hi," they replied, approaching the lounge room.
I noticed my sister's discarded bra on the floor and grabbed it, my heart racing, tossing it behind the couch just as my mother poked her head in.
"Hi Alex. You're up late watching TV," she said, looking at the screen. "Learning Turkish?"
Goddamn. "I'm just channel surfing during an ad-break. How was your evening?"
"Enjoyable, even if the company was a little dull. Is Jenny home?"
"Yeah, in her room I think."
I heard my parents walk down the hall to their room - we had managed to avoid detection that night, but it did highlight the risks of our forbidden lust: namely, being exposed, berated and potentially disowned. The risk of being caught with my cock in my sister's cunny - maybe that was part of the appeal of incestuous fantasy, but in reality it would be devastating to our family. No doubt Jen's fear of that outcome contributed to her seemingly capricious behaviour.
The following morning, Sunday, was our traditional day of sleeping-in. Even my parents would not rise until mid-morning. I awoke incredibly horny having spent my entire night dreaming of the previous day. My rational mind had determined that we'd need to be very discrete for the time being. After this week, well, we'd have an apartment to ourselves and be hundreds of kilometres from anyone who knew us. This presented exciting possibilities, but I needed to test the waters with my sister first. This meant more sex. To that end I woke shortly after dawn and slipped silently into her room.
My sister was in a short nightdress and although her room was dark I could still make out the enticing curves of her breasts and legs. I crossed the distance from the door to her bed, noted that her nightie had ridden up her legs as she slept, now barely covering her buttocks, and then crept onto her bed next to her, spooning her, my stiffness nestling against her butt. Jen stirred, still not fully awake, and her legs parted slightly, allowing me to position my cockhead against her slit, only the thin fabric of my cotton shorts between me and her. Putting one hand on her right breast, feeling out and circling her nipple, I began rubbing my erection against her. Already I could feel a moist spot form on my shorts, which I surreptitiously rubbed into her pussy lips.
"Ugh," she moaned. "What's going on?"
My sister awoke with my hot breath on the back of neck, the hardness of my cock rubbing along her cunny and my hand on her silk-covered tits. She tensed but did not push me away.
"What are you doing here, now?"
I continued playing with her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. They were hardening at my touch, poking against the diaphanous material.
"Enjoying you, that's all. Mum and Dad won't be up any time soon, I thought we could have some morning fun."
"Sleep is morning fun," she groaned.
"There'll be time for that when we're dead."
"And we'll be dead if Mum or Dad catches us."
She rolled over and looked at me, her pale blue eyes bright even in the darkness. Her hand slipped down to my tented shorts, hooked under the elastic and pulled them down, freeing my cock. My sister took it in her hand, still watching my face just inches away - I could feel the warmth of her breath on my cheeks -, and began rubbing.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked.
"This is a good start," I said.
Jen was slow and deliberate; I could get used to this. Maybe it could be a morning ritual when we lived together interstate - an enticing thought if ever there were one! Idly I wondered if she'd given many hand jobs before, perhaps to fellow backpackers in Europe and SE Asia. Or would she have treated them to more? Not content merely to have my sister's hands rubbing up and down my shaft, I thought up further baseness. I couldn't explain why, but baseness and my sister seemed to go well together.
"You're thinking dirty thoughts, aren't you? Naughty boy."
I scoffed, "What does that make you? A naughty girl? Or a very naughty girl?"
My sister smiled and her rubbing hastened. Pleasure was flowing from her hand up through my body, making my earlobes hot and my toes tingle. My rigid shaft was the conduit of this bliss. She was a virtuoso playing my instrument, possessed of a skill far exceeding my own in that respect; the irony that my sister could outclass me at jerking my own dick brought a wry smile to my lips.
"The naughtiest, of course."
I was breathing fast now and knew it was only a matter of time before her hot little hand would bring forth the flood. The gyrating heat of our two bodies on her bed fanned the fire in my loins.
"You're getting close, aren't you?"
I nodded. I wanted to last longer, I really did, but my eyes were locked to hers and my heart was racing and I couldn't think straight any more, let alone contain the pressure rising within my depths. My sister had a terrible effect on me. Maybe it was seeing the girl I had shared my entire life with a woman now, her sensuous form so close to me; I could hear her dulcet childhood laughter in the songbirds' morning verse. Or maybe it was the titillation as she twisted her hand softly, pulling up and down, electrifying the sensitive nerves in my member. Yet in the frantic energy of my need and her scintillating exertion, I felt tranquillity.
"That didn't take long," she said, her voice calling my consciousness forth from its idyllic depths.
"You're good at what you do."
My sister slowed and stopped, leaving me gasping like a fish out of water. The pressure abated, at least for now. She propped herself up on the bed and crawled down to my crotch before giving me a sultry glance, licking her lips and lowering her mouth to my shaft.
At first she took only the head, running the tip of her tongue along the little eyelet there. My sister's mouth was warm and moist and heavenly. Then she lowered her mouth further, bobbing up and down until at last she had most of my length in her mouth. Each time she went further until she gagged and brought her head up, before trying again. I felt her hand at the base of my shaft, where it was tugging up and down gently. The combination of her mouth, tongue and fingers was glorious.
My sister had been hasty with her hand earlier, but now she was leisurely, not at all in a rush to make me cum. She was enjoying it, savouring me, licking and sucking on me as if an ice-cream. I watched her for a while, transfixed by her measured movements, then I lay my head back, closed my eyes and simply focussed on the rapturous sensations. Gradually her pace quickened and I could feel my orgasm approach. Soon she was taking me deep and fast, my cock pressing against the back of her throat for a brief instant before she would bob up again, gagging. It was a funny noise, the slurpy-gaggy-sloppiness but I couldn't deny it was excellent oral.
"That feels amazing, sis," I said as she used her free hand to cup my balls.
I could feel the heightened sensations that preceded orgasm.
"Let me taste your cum, little brother."
That was all the encouragement I needed - how could I deny her, my goddess, my sister? My hips flexed, my glutes tensed and my cock started to spasm in her hot, wet mouth. My cum flooded forth and I watched hungrily as she took my incestuous seed within her mouth, some dribbling from her lips down my shaft. I came and came, spurting what felt like a torrent of white creamy ejaculate into my eager sister's mouth, where still I could feel her tongue at the tip of my cock, teasing out further drops. Slowly I subsided, the tension left my body and I fell back into a wondrous dream-like state, this forbidden nirvana. My eyes devoured the captivating sight before me: my sister, her golden locks catching the bright dawn light through the blinds, her skin glowing, blushed, her lips shining with the gloss of my cum. She held my cock in one hand, her delicate, slender fingers wrapped around it, with the other gently caressing my balls. Kneeling on the bed, smiling, she tipped her head back and swallowed. I gasped, or maybe I was silent - at this point I knew not; I had surrendered to sybaritic oblivion. The pure eroticism of seeing her swallow - not spit, but to willingly take her brother's salty-bitter seed into her mouth and swallow! I could have almost orgasmed again. In the aureate radiance of sunrise, my sister moved forward, crawling over me, and then lowered her lips to mine. I could taste my seed on her lips and tongue, residue of our taboo deed.
Finally our lips parted. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in close for a hug, delighting in having her pressed against me. Then I manoeuvred on top of her and pushed the silky fabric off her breasts so that I could lower my lips to her collarbone and kiss a trail down to her nipples. I wanted to return the favour, but honestly it was my lust that drove me as much as any noble sense of gratitude or duty; I wanted to taste and feel my sister's nubile body. Her intimate, erogenous flesh was now open to me like Aladdin's magic cave. Open sesame, I whispered.
"That feels nice," she said as I kissed down her breasts over her taught stomach to her Mons pubis.
I raised her nightdress above her hips to give me access to her cunny, but did not target there immediately. Instead, I kissed around her inner thighs. She wiggled and gyrated her hips. I treated her to teasing brushes of my lips on her bare skin and the occasional lick, letting my hands wander over her. So close to her, I could feel her musk in my nostrils, drawing my attentions to her puffy pink lips, affecting me like pheromones. I was going on instinct, not experience, but my sister was responding well to the insinuation of my tongue into her folds, the tip of my nose rubbing against the top of her pussy. My saliva mixed with her juices and I started licking her clit, which prompted the involuntary tensing and relaxing of her thighs as I began spelling the alphabet onto her firm little button. My sister's cunny had an interesting flavour, a little tangy, but pleasant.
"Christ, you're good at this. To have my brother eat me out!"
I redoubled my efforts, bringing a finger to rub her slit before slipping into her tight, moistening pussy. My sister liked using those words; I could tell that the taboo-ness of our incestuous passion aroused her as much as it aroused me, as if the more explicit our words the fainter the fearful reality of our transgressions. I curled and uncurled my finger inside her, still sucking, licking and kissing her engorged clit.
"Ohh, fuck. That's great," she moaned.
Pushing another finger into her folds, I straddled her, blessing her perky nipples with kisses and soft suckling, all the while plundering her wetness with eager thrusting digits. Jenny's pussy was tight around my fingers and slick with lust. My cock was hardening again at the thought of entering her as my sister's panted and moaned. Soon I felt the sudden twitching and contracting around my digits and saw her abdomen tense. Her fingers were in my hair.
We lay together for a while, our hot, contented bodies close, watching as light filled the room. Then I rose, dressed and stole a quick kiss. We each tasted of the other. Back in my own bed I smiled and fell easily into sleep.
*
"Come on sleepy-heads," called our mother from the foot of the stairs. "Breakfast!"
I looked over at the clock - 10am, a couple hours of shut-eye since my earlier activities. At breakfast I faced my family, cautious that I should not reveal any of what had happened in the past 24 hours. Can parents sense things by intuition? Perhaps less well than they think, for though I felt the heat in my cheeks as I ate, the earth did not crack open and swallow me whole, nor did I taste my parents' wrath. Jen was vibrant, a charming contrast to the dark uneasiness I felt as I watched her, although subtle hints in the creasing of the brow and faint flecks of fear in those brilliant blue eyes suggested that, at the least, she was still of two minds.
After breakfast, I pushed my concerns to one side and busied myself with preparing for my move interstate. One can tell a story from the odd collection of things that spill forth from a desk as it is emptied. Here, some exercise books from high school. There, a partially broken mobile phone. Old birthday cards, this one from Mum, another from a friend, and here, in my sister's flowing script a card from my eighteenth, my seventeenth, my sixteenth years of siblinghood captured on cheap supermarket-bought cards.
As is often the case with cleaning processes, I found myself stalled, distracted and unproductive after a few minutes. My hands moved idly and my mind could not focus - how could a mind focus when the past weekend had been so odd, so lusty and so unavoidably forbidden? My childhood possessions spread before me, I felt once again like a child who, having broken his father's prized model car, waits trembling, his heart palpitating, an energy-draining sickness in the bottom of his gut. He knows his crime will be discovered soon. He knows that the heavy, angry thuds on the stairs presage his doom. And he knows that, if he had his time again, he would not have played with the toy forbidden him. Yet I wasn't so sure. Being with my sister made me feel whole, not broken. Did she feel the same?
*
The day slipped away as it is wont to do while we mortals squat in the dirt and pick and peck at our mortal possessions and each other and fill our minds with temporal distraction. My room was mostly cleared. I had moved years of clutter from my desk to my mind, where the oddest memories would strike me with pangs of humiliation and regret. How strange that we should remember our most trivial errors so acutely and that these thoughts still bear their sharp edge, while years of happiness fade into the haze. All things are ephemeral - but, of the emotions, shame and regret live longest.
My melancholy was dispelled over the evening meal by my sister's presence; such has often been her effect on me, and for many a season before this. She was the cool balm, the calming elixir, to inward tumult. Yet even that happy thought could not go un-accosted by my cynicism: if she was the cure, she was only the cure to the disease of my lust for her - and, in this light, no more a cure than another hit of heroine is for an addict. Oh, unhappy mind! The gods were pulling me this way and that like a puppet. My Apollonian years of secondary schooling were ended and Eros was ascendant.
"You seem distracted this evening, Alex," said my mother.
"Humph. Thinking about the move, that's all."
"I remember leaving home when I was your age. You get used to it. Besides, you'll have Jen there with you. That'll be fun, won't it?" said Dad.
Jen rolled her eyes and feigned protest. "Ew!"
"Thanks for that, sis. I look forward to it too."
My mother laughed, although I think she was a bit sad about me and Jen moving out. After dinner I went to my sister's room on the pretext of helping with packing.
"Strong progress, sis," I said sarcastically as I surveyed the carnage.
She scowled and turned toward the wardrobes. Her room was a mess. Dresses, tees, jeans, socks, books - everything - were spread randomly across the bed and floor. Two large suitcases were each half filled, although I couldn't really determine why some things were in one suitcase and not the other. A couple of boxes of personal effects lay on the floor at the end of the bed. I noticed a couple of polaroid-style photos from a photo-booth of Jen and her French ex, Luke, in one.
"Luke's coming with us?"
"What?"
She turned and looked at the photo I was holding and frowned.
"He was nice, you know."
I raised an eyebrow.
"If you're here to help me pack, how about you grab the box up the top there instead of passing commentary," she said, pointing to the top of her wardrobe.
"Think you'll be ready for Tuesday?" I asked as she started emptying its contents onto the floor. Some athletics trophies from high school and a recorder.
"Think you're ready to shut it?" she retorted.
"What's gotten into you?"
"You, for a start."
"Well, at least you already know what I'm packing."
Jen relented, smiling briefly. She was, however, focused on the job at hand and sent me back to my room since I wasn't helping. There I considered the following day. We each had going away drinks with our friends in the evening. I wondered if my friends would notice anything different about me, but sex doesn't really change one's appearance, even if it is incestuous. Although I'd initially been very disappointed that none of my school friends would be moving interstate with me, it occurred to me that in light of recent events, it may be for the best.
Monday came and went and Tuesday began. Our parents had arranged to get to work later in the morning so that they could see us off. I hadn't had much to drink the previous evening, so I woke bright and sharp and put a final couple of things into the car. Of course, we weren't taking all our possessions interstate with us and we'd back home at the end of the semester, so I was amazed by the quantity of stuff that my sister had packed into the hatchback. She rose a bit later and we had our last family breakfast for the near future.
I was eager to hit the road, but as my sister jumped into the passenger seat Dad pulled me aside. I recognised his stern fatherly expression, the kind reserved for special occasions.
"You look after you sister, Alex. Okay? And don't get up to anything too naughty. I don't want to hear any complaints from the landlord or the university."
I nodded. "Yessir. Don't worry Dad, I'll be fine."
"Well, it's not just you that we're worried about. Your sister can be a bit wild at times. Your mother and I are counting on the two of you to knuckle down and do well. Enjoy yourselves, yes, but remember you're living there at our expense and we want what's best for you."
I hugged him and Mum and then got into the driver's seat. A smile broke across my face as we pulled out of the driveway and into the street. I had put a mixed CD into the player earlier, and now turned up the volume. As we pulled out of our childhood street my sister and I heard the opening bars of 'Running Down a Dream', a Tom Petty favourite of mine. I was sure that Jen would want to switch out the rock for pop in the following hours, but I could scarcely think of better to commence our journey.
As we crossed the state line a couple of hours later it felt like the beginning of a new chapter in my life, in more ways than one. Now hundreds of kilometres from home the long tendrils of filial piety were losing their grip over me, and I could breathe easier as I drove beside my sister, my lover. The sun was high in the sky and the world bright out the windows as we sped east, looking for all the world like a happy young couple.
*
Our apartment was a cosy two-bedroom townhouse, just a kilometre from the campus. It had a tiny sunken garden in the two or so metres between the bright red front door and the street with little pansies and a pot of mint. We parked in front and I popped open the boot. Soon the narrow entrance hallway was rendered almost impassable by my sister's bags. She muttered a complaint about carrying it all upstairs, batted her eyelashes at me and shortly after the hallway was clear and my muscles sore.
"I think it's a nice little place, don't you?"
She lay back on the double bed in her room. "Yeah, it should be perfect for us."
She'd seized the bigger bedroom because she needed the larger built-in wardrobe, but in consolation my room had exclusive access to the little attic up the ladder that popped down from the ceiling. I looked forward to exploring the house more thoroughly, but felt rather fatigued after my two shifts of driving. It was late afternoon, so I went to the kitchen to suss-out some coffee while Jen claimed the first shower in our new house.
The kitchen/dining was adequate while the lounge was done up in a surprisingly modern, swanky style with a white leather two-and-a-half-seater and a respectable flatscreen. While it would be tight, I figured there was enough room for a digital piano in the corner - obviously we couldn't bring the upright from home, so I'd need to visit the music store and sort that out. Fortunately we had a few days to ourselves before semester began, the following week. Of course, I had some other interesting plans for the following few days. My mind had not been idle on the drive over here.
"Coffee, sis?" I asked as she came downstairs in a summer dress, her hair glistening with moisture and her skin still flush with the warmth of the shower.
"Sure, thanks. Shower wasn't bad, by the way."
I handed her a mug. "Rains more over here - water's cheaper."
Of course, as there was just the one bathroom between our rooms upstairs, I didn't want to encourage her to have long showers... although maybe we could shower together sometimes.
"Kitchen stocked with much aside from instant coffee?"
"Well, there's some salt and pepper and a spice rack - previous renters left behind their condiments, it appears. Oh, there's all the pots and cutlery of course. But no food. Do you want to eat in tonight, or go out?"
"Go out, obviously. We should explore town. We can go to the shops tomorrow."
That settled we adjourned to the lounge room and relaxed. Jen stretched her legs over my lap, her skin bare from the knees down. I noticed her carefully painted pink toenails and smiled. Our recent couch-based copulation was still fresh in mind, including its origins in a markedly similar position.
"What?"
"Admiring your feet, sis, 's'all."
She giggled. "You kinky boy. Do you like my nails? They match my fingers."
I held her left foot in my hands, massaging it.
"Should I be locking up my socks, too?"
I blushed bright crimson and stop the impromptu foot-massage. She pouted then smiled devilishly and spread her legs a bit wider, one resting up near my hips and the other moving to my knees, inviting me to stare up her long legs. Under her dress it was dark but I could see she wasn't wearing any panties - I could see the small patch of her hair and spied her lips beneath. My cock hardened. What a tease, I thought. Her right foot carefully rubbed the tip of my erection through my shorts then, suddenly as it had happened, she stopped and sprang off the lounge. I stared at her, confused.
"Someone knocked at the door, silly!"
I hadn't heard it until the knock came again, louder and clearer this time. We'd hardly been here an hour and I already had someone frustrating my desire. I went to the door, tucking my disappointed penis into a less obvious position, then peered through the eyehole. I leapt away from the door, almost hitting my sister in my startled reaction.
"What, who is it?!" she hissed.
Smoothing my shirt and composing myself, I opened the door and smiled at the pretty, young brunette.
"Hello Alex!" said Jacqui. "Sorry for just dropping by like this, but I saw you unloading your stuff from the car earlier."
I saw Jen's confused expression in the corner of my vision and felt much the same myself. I had met Jacqui at a bar back home a few weeks ago and we really hit it off but then I lost her number before I could get it into my phone. Yet here she was, quite unexpectedly.
"Hi Jacqui, yeah, we just arrived this afternoon. But -", I wanted to asked her what the hell she was doing here, but wasn't sure how. "Uh, where are my manners. Come in, come in. Jacqui, this is Jennifer. Jennifer, meet Jacqui."
Jen gave Jacqui a friendly smile, still bemused by the situation.
"Seems like we're neighbours. That's why I came over - I'm staying just across the street," explained Jacqui.
"Well, nice to meet you Jacqui. So you're a friend of Alex's? Are you also here to study?"
Jacqui nodded. "Yeah, that's about right. I actually got here just a couple of days ago, but then I saw you two pull up across the street and thought 'hey! I recognise him!' and thought I'd come over. So, welcome to the neighbourhood. I guess we'll be seeing each other again."
She moved back to the threshold.
"Yeah, thanks Jacqui. Uh...," I paused. "Well, be seeing you."
My sister said bye and with that Jacqui left, the warm smile on her face matching her summery attire. I watched her cross the street and go into the townhouse opposite, then closed the door and turned to Jen.
"Well, that was a bit weird," I said.
"Weird? I think it's nice that you've got a friend with you here after all. You'd made out that nobody you knew would be studying here, aside from me."
I was going to correct her but instead just shrugged and nodded. Jacqui wasn't exactly my friend. We'd only met once before, even though we did talk for a long time. She must have been really into me, although I'd forgotten that in the ensuing excitement and tumult of my sister's drugging and our recent passion. Still, it was an odd coincidence that she should re-emerge here, hundreds of kilometres from where we met, as my new neighbour.
There was no possibility of returning to where we left off before the interruption, so I went and showered. I gave my girthy cock a few tugs in the shower thinking of my pantie-less sister but didn't try to finish. Afterwards we went into town, a short walk from our little house. I noticed a lot of male attention on Jen, even though she wasn't wearing anything particularly provocative. Some men were more obvious than others, and I couldn't help but chuckle when a boy of maybe eleven stopped in the street as we passed and stared, as though my sister were some famous movie star. We were holding hands even though the risk of another encounter with someone who would recognise us was lingered at the back of my mind.
Our new city was kind to us though, and we had enjoyed dinner in peace in a classy little burger joint. We talked about the drive over, the city and our new accommodation. It was like a date, but we already knew each other so well that there were no awkward silences that plagued me when speaking to pretty girls. I'd expected it to be awfully strange being there with my sister, but it wasn't. It just felt natural, comfortable; there was none of the pressure to charm and impress, so I could just speak freely and enjoy myself. Afterwards we went to a bar and shared a jug of beer.
"We should talk about things," said Jen over her glass of brew.
"What have we been doing all evening?"
"About us, I mean. Like, how is this going to work? Are you going to date me or what?"
I frowned. "Well. I'd like to, if you're happy to. I mean, I love you Jen. Of course I want to spend time with you."
"But what do we say? Do we tell people that we're together and, uh, not siblings?"
"We don't need to tell anybody anything. Nobody is going to see us together and think that we're related. Besides, we have the house to ourselves."
"And what about Jacqui across the street? She knows that I'm your sister."
"But she doesn't know anything else about us, and how would she find out?"
My sister finished her pint and went to get us another jug. I'd considered that last question about Jacqui already and despite my assurances to Jen, it did trouble me. Jacqui was an unfortunate and unwanted link to home, an awkward reminder that we could never really escape our siblinghood, that what we were doing was incest. On the other hand, what I said made sense. Jacqui would have to be awfully prurient to find out our secret. Of course, if we behaved like a couple at university, and Jacqui moved in the same circles as us, that was another thing. My brows creased at this thought. Frustratingly, despite having driven hours away from home, it would still be risky for us to be boyfriend/girlfriend in public.
"You do want this, don't you?" I asked, when she returned.
She poured two glasses and took a sip of hers before answering. "Yes. But it is weird and so very wrong, and sometimes I don't know if I can get over that. Then I think about how hot it is, and how much I love you and I get confused."
"What's done is done and cannot be undone - and, truthfully, I don't want it undone. I want you, Jen. And if you want me back, then I'm willing to say fuck it and do this despite everything."
She nodded and our conversation moved away from that topic. We both knew that a lot remained unsaid. There was no way of meaningfully discussing consequences of continuing our sordid affair. But, as I'd concluded on the drive early that day, if we were damned, we were damned anyway. Better to be hung a sheep as a lamb, after all.
We walked home one jug later with my arm around her, me supporting her somewhat erratic step. My mind was awash with beer, the kind of hazy buzz that tingles, excites and dulls all at once, giving the world a wonderful warmth and richness while removing me from it as if I were watching a 3D movie. I whispered my thanksgivings that the route from our house to the bar was simple and fumbled with the key and the lock - for want of light, I told myself. Inside we went upstairs. Jen pushed past me to use the bathroom, not bothering to close the door as sat upon the porcelain throne. I rested against the doorframe, the world spinning a little. My sister sighed and I heard her stream on the ceramic. When she was done she went to her room, leaving doors open in her wake. I relieved myself, cleaned my teeth and stared at my reflection. Then I splashed some water on my face and followed her.
My sister had managed an alluring pose atop her bed despite her inebriation. Her summer dress came just short of her knees, and her décolletage made for an enticing sight, with just the right amount of skin bared to entice while holding the promise of more wondrous discovery. I stood just a step into her room and looked her up and down, feeling my cock stiffen within its cotton prison. Finally I tore my gaze from her and looked around this unfamiliar room. Most of her bags were still packed, but some decorations had already gone up. A poster of Paris hung above her desk and her speakers sat on the shelf. I plugged in my phone and a put on a mix of classic and progressive rock. Pink Floyd's surreal riffs played.
Finally I approached her bed. Once in reach, she pulled me beside her and had me lie on my back. Then she swung one leg over my crotch, straddling me. I looked up at her face and into her deep, entrancing eyes. She leaned into a kiss and I could feel the scent of her perfume and the beer's hoppy aroma waft into me. Her perfectly formed breasts rested on my chest and I was enveloped by her warmth. Our tongues played in our frivolous, lusty game while my hands wandered on her back and buttocks and her fingers curled in my hair and I felt the hardness of my cloth-covered cock grind against her bare pussy.
The kiss ended and I unzipped her dress and she pulled at the buttons of my shirt, her slender fingers uncharacteristically clumsy. With my help it was unbuttoned and I was treated to her palms rubbing over my chest while I groped at her bare cunny with one hand and squeezed her breasts with my other. I loved my sister's perfectly smooth skin on her pubis punctuated by her carefully shaped landing strip as it revealed the attention that she paid her nether regions. I imagined her diligently shaving her cunny, knowing that it would be her brother who experienced her. Not long ago she had struck me as a prim and proper girl, but now I knew her penchant for cum, slutty landing strips and her brother's fat cock.
I lowered my tongue to her already slick lips and licked her, driving into her velvety folds. I loved feeling the fleshiness of her pussy walls - their warmth, wetness, and the distinctive taste of her aroused secretions. When I slipped a finger into her, I felt her cunt clench and ripple around my digit. My sister was tight, still too tight for my thick member. I knew as her arousal peaked, her vag would further dilate and she'd be able to take me more comfortably - I looked forward to stretching her cunny out with my cock, transforming her almost virginal tightness into a pliant hole for my usage. Jen was moaning like a whore as I finger fucked her love tunnel and tongue-lashed her clit, uninhibited by the alcohol and the distance from our parents. Her short-breathed moaning encouraged me, as did the insistence of her hands pushing my face into her pussy.
"Oh! Fuck," she panted, "Keep - going!"
I pushed another finger into her depths and redoubled my thrusting while curling and uncurling my fingers in her like they were running a finger race. Meanwhile I had reached 'F' on my second run-through of the alphabet as spelled by my tongue onto her engorged clit.
"Come on, I'm, uh!, so close! Make me cum Alex, make your sister - oh - cum all over your face!"
Faintly I was aware of her thighs clenching and unclenching and the arching of her back as her moans became little squeals and the interior of her cunny began spasms around my rapidly thrusting fingers, trapping and holding them in her for a couple of seconds. My sister no longer gave words of encouragement, just animalistic cries of ecstasy as the combined efforts of my cunnilingus and fingering brought her to a powerful orgasm. I stopping my licking and slowly withdrew my now wet, sticky fingers. She had verily creamed herself on them, her girl-cum viscous and not-quite-colourless. I brought my fingers to her lips and she took them in her mouth, greedily licking her own pussy juice off my fingers, moaning and sucking on them like a true slut. Her cheeks and breasts were flushed with heat, driving me wild with lust.
I tore off my pants, freeing my erection which had been painfully closed away as I tongue fucked my sister. I wanted to push her into the bed and drive into her at once, but my sister grabbed me around the waist and pulled me onto my back, then, almost aggressive in her eagerness, began sucking my dick. Unlike last time, she did not start slow. Now she went straight to taking my cock deep into the back of her mouth so that my cockhead pressed against the back of her throat for a millisecond each time, causing her to gag and mewl like a pathetic creature. Yet this did not deter her one bit. She was a little clumsy, but single-minded in her determination to take my entire length - I believed it the hottest thing I'd ever had the pleasure of seeing, let alone feeling. Soon I felt her lips around the base of my shaft, a position she held for a few moments before she came back up gasping for air. I noticed her eyes were wet and her eye makeup had smudged. My dick was ready to burst and my hips were thrusting up and down into the air of their own volition, but before my sister could take my shaft into her mouth again and elicit the blasting of my cum down her throat, I took her by the shoulders then her hips and forced her face down and bum up so that I could fuck her doggy style. My heart was pounding with primal energy which pulsed through my veins and made me an animal, any last considerations for my sister's comfort lost in a mist of pent-up lust and alcohol.
"I'm going to fuck you hard, sis. I hope you like your brother's big cock, 'cause that what you're getting!" I growled as I lined my hips up with hers, rubbed my cock up and down her dripping-wet slit and then thrust in.
"Ah! Fuck!" she cried like a wounded animal as I went in.
She was still tight around my substantial girth, despite her recent orgasm relaxing her muscles a little, but her very slick hole yielded to the implacable advance of my rod. I loved the thought of my cock stretching her to her limits, forcing the snug muscles of her entrance to widen and expand to accommodate me. It was heavenly inside. I clenched my jaw and slowed to avoid blowing my load into her after only a couple of thrusts. Seeing her slim back in front of me, the muscles of her trapezius flexing as I drove her into the bed, was incredibly and unexpectedly erotic. While I couldn't see her breasts or her gorgeous face, I had her slim but well-shaped rump in my hands and all the stimulation I could possibly need in her cunt, its sopping wetness making funny noises as I pulled my entire length and then thrust in, balls-deep, before repeating that long stroke again and again. I could hear my sister gasping and moaning into the pillow as I picked up the pace, but I could tell that she was enjoying it because her hips went back and forth to match and meet my thrusting.
I leaned forward over her so that I could reach my arm around her hips and begin frigging her clit with my fingers as I increased my pace. My other hand squeezed her toned buttocks, kneading them. I wondered if I could get my sister to cum a second time, this time on my cock. I went as hard and fast as I could, aware that my stamina was finite and my own desperate need to cum. I felt my orgasm rising in the tightness of my balls and the uncontrolled flexing of my thighs, butt and lower back. Giving a couple of short, quick jabs of my cockhead in and out of her hole, I then pushed forward as deep as I could and felt my cum shoot up against her cervix, filling her with my creaming, brotherly seed. I had stopped rubbing her clit in my concentration on my own dick, but I felt her own fingers there jilling herself intensely. I indulged her with some more pumping as my orgasm subsided and she cried a satisfied yelp into the pillow - lucky, as my dick was too sensitive to continue fucking her for long. Spent, I pulled out and saw my white, sticky cream on my manhood, churned up by post-ejaculate thrusting. I gave my sister a playful slap on the butt and she slid onto her belly, her legs spread enough for me to watch my cum leak out between her pink, sensitive labia, dripping off her vulva onto the bed sheets. My cock was now semi-erect, but it twitched happily at the sight of its finished work. My sister rolled onto her side to look at me, her breath gradually normalising.
"You animal," she said.
It wasn't a chastisement. Her dreamy, contented eyes told the true story. I cupped one of her breasts in my hand, playing with her hardened nipple.
"Did you like that, my dearest little slut?"
I couldn't believe that I called her a slut to her face, but my brain was still awash with orgasm, fatigue and beer. She nodded happily. I decided to push her a little further. Slipping my hand down from her nipple to her creamy snatch, I rubbed up and down along her slit, feeling my cum still oozing out of her, all the while keeping perfect eye contact.
"So you'll be my little slut from now on? My sister, to fuck and play with whenever I want?" I asked.
She gave a cute little frown, as she might when deciding what to buy at a café, then gave an almost imperceptible nod. I could scarcely believe the words coming from my lips, let alone my sister's consenting affirmations. I frigged her more vigorously.
"Say it. Say that you'll be my slut," I commanded.
She was moaning softly, now completely in my power, lost to tiredness, drunkenness, and teetering on sybaritic oblivion. I worked her clit faster, giving her a little push. It was enough.
"Yes," she said, hesitating and letting out a desperate moan, "Yes, I'll be your slut Alex."
I beamed, my cock springing back to full erection. I withdrew my hand from her cunny and brought one of her legs up, so that I could manoeuvre between her. We were very close, facing each other, as I entered her again. This time penetration was slower, and easier for all the extra lubrication that I'd provided her hole. I ground my pubis against hers for a couple of minutes. She moaned into my ear, my little nymphette lost in the sensations of our incestuous coupling. Lazily I ran my hands around her, tweaking her nipples, squeezing her butt, stroking her thighs and occasionally kissing her succulent lips.
"That's it, sis, give yourself over to me," I whispered.
Soft moans were the only reply. Finally, overcome by fatigue and intoxication, we fell asleep wrapped up in each other, my cock still snug in my sister's - my slut's - little pussy. Morning found us like spoons in a drawer, my morning wood jutting against her butt, my arm holding her close, cupping her breasts. It was our first daybreak in our new home and my sister's first daybreak as my personal slut. As my head throbbed with a mean hangover, I wondered if that agreement would hold or be lost to the haziness of our drunken night.
Jen wriggling her butt against my cock gave me hope. I smiled. I liked this new city.
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