Chapitre 612: Incestory: Going to the Chapel
I was getting a blowjob from my roommate's girlfriend when my cell phone rang. I checked the number, didn't recognize it, and didn't worry about it - I was trying to get a nut.
The phone rang again.
"Damnit! Sorry, I gotta take it," I said.
"Fuck it," she said, jerking my meat absently, "Make it quick."
"Whaaaat?" I hollered into the phone, trying to sound as disturbed as possible.
A young woman's voice: "Jaime Fitzgerald, we gotta talk."
"What?"
A young woman's sigh of exasperation.
"I have some news you might not like," the voice continued.
I couldn't place it for a second, the voice was dark, quiet, and low ... a tinge of Spanish accent ... then I realized who it was; my Cousin Ginny. I hadn't talked to her in years but she was the type of girl that once you met her - you never forgot her; she was smoking hot.
"Ginny! What's up?"
There was something kinky about talking to my hot cousin with another girl jerking on my meat.
"Dude, Listen," her tone was serious.
I leaned up and the girl between my legs gave me a look of disgust.
"What's wrong?" I asked shrugging an apology to the girl stroking my meat.
"It's your Sister - Tabby."
I stood up and pushed the girl between my legs away before fumbling to pull up my jeans.
"What the fuck?" She spat, the look of disgust transformed into a look of astonishment.
"Sorry, Mindy, I gotta take this call."
"Fuck you, Faggot!" She grabbed her shirt off the floor, stood up, and wiped her mouth. "My name's Cindy!"
"Whatever ... I gotta go."
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I stepped off the icy sidewalk in front of my building and ducked under a low branch of one of the oaks that dotted the campus. I leaned against the tree and braced myself - in the back of my mind I always knew that crazy shit would happen to my crazy Little Sister.
"Alright, hit me. What happened?" I asked.
"She's getting married."
Okay, so she wasn't dead or in the hospital but the pain I felt was nearly the same.
"Who?" I asked.
"Tabby!"
Ginny was a joker with a sadistic streak and always had been.
"Who ... is ... she ... marrying?" I asked as calmly as I could.
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you," she squealed, "I'm fuckin' tweakin' about it myself!"
I didn't say anything ... It didn't really matter who she married ... I knew it couldn't be me. I crushed some old acorns with my heal, grinding them into the frozen mulch, hoping to hear Ginny tell me she was just messing with me.
"I'm gonna be a bridesmaid! Can you imagine that? I gotta really hot dress and even got the 'Fuck Me Pumps' to go with it!"
The thought of Ginny in a sexy dress made my blood pressure rise a notch. Ginny's Mother, my Aunt Vivian, had been a relatively famous model in South America twenty years ago and Ginny had definitely inherited her looks.
I still had an old Spanish Language magazine featuring a spread of Vivian in her best years. It was one of the few treasures I'd brought to school with me. I could never figure out how my Uncle had managed to score some fine ass like that. Vivian must have come to her senses eventually because she divorced him and went back to Buenos Aires when Ginny started her first year of college.
"Are you listening to me, Jaime?" Ginny asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm sure you'll look great - by the way, when is the wedding?"
"Your parents just flew in yesterday."
"Where?" I asked impatiently.
"Your Mom is there already. I can't wait to see them together - you know that's gonna be a real party."
I wanted details about the wedding - and she was dodging me.
My Mother, Elenya, and Tabby hated each other and it wasn't a family secret. Tabby looked exactly like her; beautiful long blonde hair; full pouty lips; bright green eyes, fortunately, she was completely the opposite inside.
"Why is she getting married?" A pang of horror at the thought that she was pregnant caused me to cringe at my own question.
"Is she pregnant again?" I asked, praying the answer was no.
"Probably ...." Ginny hesitated, waiting for my response.
"Ginny, please stop being an ass."
"Why does anyone get married, Boludo?" They marry for money!"
Funny.
My heart stopped for a moment and panic started to kick in, I had to get off the phone before I lost my composure.
"I got finals, Ginny, I need to study."
She ignored me.
"I've been dying to hang out with you and I can't think of a better reason."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You're picking me up on the way to Vegas."
"Vegas?"
"Where else would our little Miss Tabby tie the fuckin' knot?"
"That's a two day drive from Chicago, at least," I protested. "Not to mention the two days it'll take me to get to your campus."
"Then you better get your ass moving," she said, "we got three days and you better be there."
She hung up.
When I went back into the apartment Mindy was too busy sucking my roommate's dick to notice me. He sat in my lounge chair and played a video game while she worked him over.
"I love you, baby!" he said as he took out another zombie.
The room reeked of weed.
"I love you, too," she said around a mouthful of his cock.
Call me selfish but there was no way I'd ever let Tabby get married - not if I could find a way to stop it.
I packed my bags and left - no time to waste.
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I made good time to Texas ... fourteen hours in what should have taken twenty.
My second-hand Alpha Romeo Spider was old but I maintained it well. I chastised myself for not getting an oil change but there just wasn't enough time.
I called Ginny when I got to her campus. She was waiting on the long redwood porch of her sorority house with a pile of bags at her feet when I pulled into the roundabout.
My jaw literally dropped when I took her in.
It was unseasonably warm in Texas so she wore wide legged khaki shorts and sported the latest fashionable high heeled sandals. Her luscious tits practically spilled out of a bright pink Spanish-style halter.
Her skin was a caramel that literally glowed golden in the glaring sun. Her perfect teardrop breasts were huge in proportion to her thin frame and her dark nipples were just visible through the thin material of her top.
Her brown legs were almost too perfect to describe - long, thin, and athletic. She didn't wear any jewelry other than a thin silver chain on her left ankle. With a body like hers she wouldn't need the help of accessories.
Shiny black hair spilled over her shoulders; her bangs framed her rich almond eyes and her perfect Latin features brilliantly.
She crowned it all with a wide shining smile that only rich people could afford. I had no doubt that she could be a famous model like her mother - if she chose to. Knowing her, though, she'd more likely end up in a biker gang.
In all, she had a Castilian Spanish look that spoke of exotic locales and old European money ... a far cry from the alabaster Irish-Russian half of the family I was descended from. Comparing the two sides of our family was a lot like comparing Rio to Berlin.
"Jaime!" She cried as she threw her bags in the back, threw herself on top of me, and planted a big wet kiss on my forehead.
I stirred in my pants at the touch of her full moist lips.
A tinge of guilt twisted inside me. Tabby had always been the sexiest woman in my life and I hadn't been in love with anyone since her. She was my sister, a mother, and apparently well on her way to being a wife but my love for her had never faltered - not until this very moment.
"Damn, you got kinda sexy!" she gushed.
"You too," I stammered as she let herself fall back into the passenger seat. "I mean ...!"
"Shut up while still you're ahead, Silly," she laughed.
Without asking my permission, she reached up, unlatched the flimsy vinyl convertible top, and pushed it back.
I was mesmerized by the delicious curve of her mocha hips and navel as she stretched and turned in the passenger seat to stow the top.
My eyes rose to her breasts and the nipples straining the material of her stretched halter.
I was guessing D cup but how they stayed in place on her tiny frame without a bra was a mystery to me ... they were too perfect to be natural and I wondered if she was so shallow as to get fake tits so young.
I had to consciously stop myself from reaching out and touching them to find out, so I settled for drinking in her beauty with my eyes.
She ended up being bent, precipitously, over the back of the passenger seat while she struggled with the stack. The Khakis rode high and a good bit of her lovely round ass was exposed.
I let my eyes surf the long sweep of her thighs and calves. The shorts weren't designed to leave much to the imagination and I took full advantage of it.
She spun and plopped back into the passenger seat while whipping her hair back into a quick pony-tail. She shot me a little wicked smile as I watched her mesmerized.
"¡Vamos!" She slapped the dashboard to snap me out of my stupor. "Vegas, remember?"
I looked sideways at her. "Take it easy, this car's a classic."
She defiantly folded her arms.
"Well then, what's the point of having a shitty little Italian convertible if you don't put the top down?"
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We talked non-stop for hours as I drove.
She'd picked up the Texas "twang" in the last few years and her vocabulary was still as vulgar as I remembered.
I think I always liked that about her ... she was a little naughty, had more balls than the Chicago Bulls, and I tended to think it was her influence that steered Tabby down some dark paths when we were younger.
She told me all about the exclusive private college she attended, sprinkling her sentences artfully with saucy Argentinean idioms and variations of the words 'fuck' and 'shit'.
I got to hear about all the drama involved in making the dance team and gymnastics squads and that went a long way to explain her unbelievable body.
Imagining her in a cheerleader's outfit helped keep me interested in her monologue.
She kept mentioning someone named 'Bob' and I wondered if he was her boyfriend. He seemed to mean a lot to her.
Finally, after torturing me for as long as she could get away with it - she filled me in on what I'd missed during the gap of time since I'd last seen Tabby.
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"As smart as Tabby is, you know ... with all that literature and shit she always reads ... she don't know shit at all about men," she said and looked at me meaningfully.
I chose to ignore the look.
"Baby Daddy is a major asshole so Tabby threw him over for this old dude," she stretched to get some kinks out of her legs.
"Old dude?" I asked, "How old are we talking here?"
"Old, okay, like fifty," she replied, "Now, shut up!"
I couldn't imagine my angel with a wrinkled old dick in her - I refused to.
"Go on," I urged.
"So, this guy's got fuckin' tons of dough and Tabby's gots herself some mad skills," She simulated stroking a dick in her mouth to make her point, "If you know what I mean?"
I knew all too well - that was my problem.
"Dude's like 'marry me, you are so puuuurty', and Tabby's like 'OK, Mister Old Rich Duuuuude'."
She turned and looked at me steadily and finally hit me with the punch line: "The best part about everything is that the 'Old Rich Dude' is 'Baby Daddy's' Father!"
"What?" I wasn't sure I understood what she meant.
"Tabby's marrying her baby's Grandfather!"
I felt my world spin hard and Ginny grabbed the wheel to straighten it. We swerved for a few seconds before I regained control of my senses.
Shame and jealousy replaced the guilt in my bowels with a coiled fury. Her own child's Grandfather? How sick is that?
"Dude! What the fuck is wrong with you!" Ginny barked.
I jerked the car onto the next exit ramp almost too fast to take safely kicking up gravel and dust on the curve.
"Kill yourself if you want to, but warn me first, okay? Vos tenés tus mambos y yo tengo los míos!"
"We gotta stop for the night," I replied mechanically.
Ginny sat up to read the highway sign ahead of us through the haze and growing darkness.
"Shit," she spat, "when did we get to Arizona?" she looked back the way we came, "We're almost to 93 let's keep going, the only places around here are fuckin' shit-kicker saloons."
I didn't particularly care where we were. It was all starting to look like my own personal hell to me.
"We gotta stop for the night," I growled.
"Fine," she pointed down a long gravel road that intersected our route about a mile or so ahead and ended at a run down truck stop motel. "If we gotta do it, you're buying!"
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The place was old and dingy but better than the Spider if we wanted to sleep. Not that sleeping was even close to what I wanted to do after driving all day.
Ginny sneered when she saw the stereotypical Southwest decor. I guess growing up a little wealthy makes you a little picky.
She threw her bags down casually and jumped onto the bed. I only had enough cash for the one bed and Ginny hadn't protested.
She bounced a few times making the bed creak and her luscious tits jiggled in the halter with the movement ... they were definitely real alright.
"Ooooooh, springy!" she giggled and smiled up at me.
"Where's Tabby going to be?" I asked as I intently watched her bounce.
"¿en serio?"
"Si," I replied sarcastically.
"Te tiro una posta: she's probably fucking her fiance."
She was smiling wickedly and intently watching me watching her tits bounce.
"Bitch," I snapped at her and turned away realizing how foolish I must look to her.
Ginny sighed dramatically and rolled off the bed, "I'm sure you'll find her, okay?"
She walked towards the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror. She flipped her hair and made a show out of straightening her top, her eyes watching mine.
"What's this all about?" I walked up behind her and noticed for the first time that she only came up to my chin though she wasn't short for a girl. "Why didn't she tell me herself?"
Ginny's dark eyes darted away from mine in the mirror and a sad look crossed her face.
"Dude, when I talk to her she doesn't talk about anything but you," she said quietly, then she spun around gracefully and pushed me away with both hands rather sharply. "If she could've told you, she probably would have, alright?"
So many thoughts crossed my mind I didn't know what to say.
"Now," she admired her perfectly manicured nails, "get me drunk so I forget I'm sleeping in this shithole."
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The cowboy-themed bar contained the worst kind of scum imaginable and Ginny was having a blast.
She didn't look twenty-one but no one was asking. She slammed beers as fast as I could get them for her and danced with every cowpoke in the place.
When closing time came I knew I was going to have to bust her out. 'Bad to the Bone' finished and the bartender announced last call just as someone cranked up 'Bump n Grind' on the juke box.
It was time to roll.
Sixteen years of scraping my wild Sister out of jams; three years of suburban shopping center martial arts; the dozen beers I'd drank; all combined to make me brave enough to muscle my way through the crowd of men jockeying for a shot at my hot Cousin.
"¡Che, Boludo!" she cried and pounced at me.
She wrapped her arms around me by standing on her tip-toes and leaned close enough to grind her pelvis into mine.
"I was wondering how long you were going to make me wait for you," she purred.
"You looked like you were enjoying yourself."
She reached between my arms and grabbed my ass firmly with both hands. Her tits smashed against my chest and ballooned in her shirt. Being the gentleman that I was, I pulled her to me and ground back.
I could feel her nipples harden against my ribs. The frustration of being without Tabby for so long and knowing she could never be mine added more fuel to the already volatile mix of emotions I felt. It blended together to make me careless.
A slutty waitress sauntered past smiling and I swiveled my head to smile back.
"Hello, Bobosa!" Ginny cocked her head and jiggled my ass to get my attention back, "You got a woman right here!" she smirked, "The best!"
"A little girl, maybe!"
She laughed and squeezed her beautiful tits into my face.
"Meet my 'Little Girls' Jaime," she giggled, "Girls! Say Hello to Cousin Jaime!" She jiggled each tit in turn while squealing: "Helloooooo Cousiiiiin Jaimeeeee!"
I really needed to fuck those tits.
"Hello Girls!" I laughed.
My dick thickened up in my pants so I parked it between her thighs and rotated my hips to the music.
She matched my rhythm and I could feel her pussy heat up on the top of my shaft as I slid between her legs. Our bodies fit together like two soft puzzle-pieces.
"Fuck that shit!" One of the cowpokes pushed me from behind causing us to stumble. "That little slut's going home with a real man tonight!"
I was shocked but I wasn't about to let him get the first shot on me so I spun fast and threw a hard left that knocked him to the floor.
It must have looked pretty impressive to the others because they all stepped back a few feet, he must have outweighed me by at least forty pounds.
"Anyone else gotta problem?" I asked.
My rage was the primal urge to protect family and something else ... something even more primitive and biological.
"Yeah, anyone else?" Ginny's eyes flared and her little hands balled up into fists.
Then the fat greasy bouncer grabbed us by the back of our necks and dragged us out of the bar.
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"You are a fucking sexy animal, y'know?" Ginny purred drunkenly as I pushed her down on the motel bed.
"You're drunk, Little Lady." I answered.
"No ... Ni en pedo!" she slurred.
She propped herself up on her elbows and spread her legs at the knee with her heels on the bed.
I looked away ... the last vain effort of my conscience ... the only part of me currently caring that this was my teenage cousin.
"Look at me," she demanded.
Goodbye, Mr. Conscience.
She slit her eyes and ran the tip of her tongue languidly across her lips. She intended the look to be sexy - and it worked.
"Take off your shirt," she ordered.
I yanked off my shirt.
"Lose the pants too." Her fingertips caressed her hips.
I dropped my pants into a heap around my ankles theatrically.
"Not toooo shabby."
"Yeah, I've heard that one before, and now ...," I shamelessly dropped the boxers too, "I'm positive you're drunk."
"¡Hola!" she giggled.
My dick bobbed and a drop of precum oozed from the tip.
"He says ... Hello," I translated for him.
Ginny laughed and slowly slid her shorts down over her long sexy legs and the thick-heeled sandals before kicking them away.
She wore a naughty little French-cut black thong that contrasted perfectly with her girly pink halter. I could easily make out her puffy little snatch behind the shiny black satin and the light skin of her inner thighs.
She dangled the sandals over the edge of the bed with her long brown toes then let them fall to the floor one at a time.
I absently stroked my cock as I watched her.
She put the heels of her feet together and let her legs fall open to slide her left hand into the top of her thong while roughly pinching and rubbing her hard nipples under her top with the right. The material of the thong stretched over the top of her gyrating hand and slid down to disappear between her generous round ass cheeks.
My brain was shutting down so I just stood there in a stupor stroking my cock and nodding at my cousin to continue the show.
You gonna jerk that cock for me?"
I willingly obliged her and stroked my hand up and down my shaft faster. She matched my strokes with her own by making her hips rotate slowly on the bed.
"Show me that pussy," I insisted.
She shifted the thong aside to reveal her perfect little bald snatch.
"You like that?" she asked as she slid a couple of her fingers between the dark vulva and spread them wide to reveal her little moist pink hole, "I know I really do."
I groaned in ecstasy and stumbled forward against the edge of the bed.
"Watch me, Jaime; I'm going to fuck myself!"
She slid her manicured middle finger over her clitoris and down her slit before wiggling it forcefully into her hole and fucking herself with it. Her hips thrust and rolled in time with her plunging finger.
The sight of my teen Cousin looking at my cock and fingering herself was arguably the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my life. I felt the pressure build in my nuts and I pumped even faster.
"Shit, I'm gonna cum!" I spat. "Wait!" she cried.
There was no way ... I climaxed with a spasm and an amazing thick jet of semen!
I hadn't busted a really good nut for a really long time and it showed. The jets arced through the air and splashed across the inside of her thighs and the back of her hand with an audible 'SPLAT'.
I stepped quickly out of my bunched pants and straddled her chest, jerked the halter down, and pumped out the rest of my load over her fantastic tits.
Her button-sized brown nipples were more perfect uncovered and were twice as beautiful now that they were coated with my sperm.
Ginny slid her out of the halter and pulled it off over her head causing her beautiful long hair to fan out across the bed.
"You are so fucking hot!" I gushed.
I dropped down, pushed her fantastic tits together and buried my cock between them. It was the moment I'd been dreaming about all night.
I started with long slow strokes and ramped up until my balls bounced off of her chest obscenely as I lovingly fucked away; my cum being the perfect lubricant. Ginny flicked her tongue out, catching the tip of my cock on every upstroke.
Incredibly, fucking her luscious soft tits was just as good as any pussy I could remember and I was splashing her lips and tongue with another thick round of cum after only a few more seconds.
"Goddamn, Jaime!" she laughed, "You're gonna have to hold out better than that if you're ever gonna fuck me!"
She wiped her lips with the back of her free hand then leaned on one elbow and took me into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around the sensitive ridge of the head licking up the last few dribbles of cum.
I spasmed uncontrollably from the intensity of the sensation. It was so pleasurable - it was extremely painful. She moaned on my dick and continued jamming her fingers in her pussy at a furious pace.
I leaned over her on all fours for balance and to watch her masturbate. I was spent but my dick stayed hard in her mouth.
The vibrations of her moans and her rolling tongue as she made herself cum was too much for me so I pulled my dick out of her mouth, fell over on my side, and promptly passed out.
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When I awoke, it was late morning.
Ginny was already dressed and making a phone call. Her voice must have roused me.
"I can't wait ... Jaime and I are still a day out but I don't anticipate any delays or obstacles."
She was wearing the sandals again, with tight white capris, and a tank top t-shirt. Her hair was back in a ponytail.
"Who's paying for all the calls?" I moaned at her as I rolled over and looked for something resembling water to drink.
"What time is your plane arriving?" she continued.
I lay back to admire her as she talked.
She spread her legs over each of the arms of the over-stuffed chair and pretended not to notice me watching her.
"I wish you came to the States more often," She winked and pinched her right nipple through the shirt, "I know the casino ...," she licked her lips and slid her hand up under her shirt. "No, I don't know where he is going to stay."
She slid her finger down her body and then up and down the seam of the capris stretched over her sexy mound.
"He really needs to see Tabby," she smiled at me, "he wants to give her something."
My cock tented the sheets making her smile. She'd gotten the reaction she was looking for.
"OK, we'll see you then."
She hung up and picked up her bags.
"Get dressed already, you fuckin' Pervert," she said as she strolled to the door, "we're on a tight schedule."
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As we drove, I tried to steer the conversation in any direction except what had happened last night.
My dick was still at half-mast from her little show and I didn't want to drive with a hard-on all day.
"What did your Mom want?" I asked.
"She wanted to know if you'd fucked me yet."
"Stop kidding."
"Dude, everyone knows you're just like your dad."
"What do you mean?"
"No sé ... no es importante," she waved off my question.
Before I could ask again, she leaned against me and teasingly squeezed my cock through my sweatpants.
"And everyone knows you were fucking Tabby the whole time she was pregnant."
My breath caught in my chest.
"Pussy is pussy, right?" she teased.
"WHAT?" I shouted.
"Even if it is your own sister."
"That's insane!" I said more calmly.
"Like shooting cum all over your cousin's face and tits?"
That was it - my dick jumped to life in her hand like an adoring puppy and she squeezed it gently.
"You're going to have to do something about that," I said.
"We'll see," she squeezed it again.
"Bitch."
She suddenly let go, pushed the seat back and put her feet up on the dashboard. Her ankle bracelet glinted in the desert sunlight around her thin golden ankle.
"I want to see you take care of it," she nodded towards my bulge.
"I'm driving."
"So."
"You wanna get to Vegas tonight or not?"
"Oh well, then you'll just have to wait until you see Tabby, I guess," she giggled.
I freed my cock and stroked it as I drove.
She leaned forward and put her head on my shoulder so I could see her beautiful tits down the top of her shirt. She slid her fingers between her legs and rubbed her knees together. At least she was helping out in her own little way.
"Cum for 'The Girls', Jaime," she moaned in my ear.
She watched me relieve myself all over my leg and then sat back in the seat putting on a pair of rose-tinted sunglasses my pot-head roommate must have left.
"Feel better now?" she asked.
She must have gone through my car while I was sleeping.
"Not really," I replied.
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We weren't going to make it until the morning so we stopped at a decent hotel this time.
Ginny ordered room-service while I cleaned up in the bathroom.
"So, you're getting breakfast, right?" I asked as we polished off the last of the overpriced hamburgers that she'd laid out across the bed.
"Yeah, right," she laughed.
I flicked a fry off of the cheap comforter at her: "You gotta come up with some ass, grass, or cash 'cause nobody rides for free."
She laughed again and rolled off the bed and out of sight. I heard her going through her bags for a minute. When she came back up from behind the bed she had a fat joint in her mouth and was sporting the rosy sunglasses.
"Man, I'm glad you found that shit before some traffic cop did," I said. I hadn't known it was in my car.
"Good enough?" She pulled the wife beater off and artfully laid her sexy tits on the edge of the bed. "I got two out of three."
"Deal." I said and tossed her a pack of matches from an unused ashtray on the bed-stand.
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The shower was already getting cold but neither of us cared.
We'd spent the last half-hour soaping each other up and now she sat on my hands as I held her in the air by her sexy brown ass.
She was light enough for me to hold without trouble but she clung to me with her arms locked around my neck anyway.
I pressed her hard against the tile for balance and rotated my torso against her so that her dark soapy nipples moved in tiny circles against my chest. She sucked and nibbled on my neck and ear. Her hot breath sending shivers down my spine.
I held her so that the head of my dick made small circles barely inside her creamy entrance. I wanted to just fuck her but I also wanted to make the sensation last as long as I possibly could.
She started to squirm impatiently as I rotated my hips.
"Stop teasing me, Fucker!"
She wrapped her legs around my back and thrust at me. She was trying desperately to make me enter her completely. I pulled away every time she pushed.
"Who's the tease?" I challenged.
"Fuck me!"
I ran my fat tip between her soapy lips a few more times for spite.
"Not yet."
She brutally grabbed my hair and pulled us nose to nose with her legs. She was light but she was very strong and she held me locked to her effortlessly.
Her long wet hair fell on either side of our faces creating a dark and private little world where only the two of us existed.
"Imagine I'm Tabby," She kissed me on the tip of my nose, "fuck your little sister!"
"I'm gonna fuck you, Ginny ... sooner or later."
"¡Atorrante!" She spat, "¡Ya Fuimos!"
She head butted me just hard enough to hurt.
"Ow, Bitch!" I laughed, "Fine!"
I was getting just as impatient as her so I gently relaxed my arms and lowered her onto my throbbing cock one glorious inch at a time.
She gasped out a little sexy pant with each tiny thrust and I felt her muscles contract around me spasmodically. My ears roared from a rush of blood and my eyes fluttered; I almost passed out from the pleasure.
"Look at me!" She twisted her hands in my hair and pulled my head up so that she bore into my brain with her big brown eyes.
I kissed her sensuously never losing her gaze. Her lips were soft and luscious.
"That's better," she admitted.
I stroked in slow circular patterns making sure my pelvis never eased off her clit and that my full length filled her completely.
"You didn't cum already did you?"
"Fuck you, Ginny!" I laughed, "I'm doing my best!"
"You're doing fine, Baby," she acknowledged and relaxed, closing her eyes, releasing the grip on my hair, and melting into me.
We fucked each other then, sliding our bodies slowly and steadily up and down each other, until she was moaning into my neck, her long wet hair spilling down my back.
The heat of her skin, her steaming little pussy, the hot breath on my neck, it was all so intense that I was actually glad for the freezing cold water running down my back.
I felt her begin to build up to a climax. It started as a slight quivering in her legs and slowly spread up her body.
"Oh yeah... here I go!" she gasped, gripping my shoulders and leaning back.
Her arms wrapped around my head pinning my face to her as she peaked and her whole body began to quake in tiny little tremors from the intensity of her orgasm.
"Ooooh, Jaime, It's so fucking hot! I'm cumming!"
Suddenly, she bucked and cried out, clawing me as her shoulders bounced off the tile until I was forced to pull out and set her down on the edge of the tub to keep her from hurting herself.
I looked down to see her jamming her fingers viscously in her pussy to keep the pleasure going, her hips rocking back and forth.
She grabbed my cock and jerked it violently, aiming it at her mouth.
"Awwww shit!" I warned.
"Cum in my mouth!" she panted.
She didn't have to say it twice ... I leaned in and let go.
The first thick spurts arced into her open mouth and coated her tongue. She pursed her pouty lips around the very tip of my dick like she was working the end of a milk-shake straw and pumped my shaft, sucking the remaining cum directly out of my balls in one long steady gulp.
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It was nearly dawn when we got to Vegas.
Ginny's Mother was waiting for us in a parking garage. There was no missing the stretch limo.
I stopped in a spot directly behind the limo and hesitated briefly before jerking the emergency brake back and killing the engine.
"Will I see you again?"
"Don't be such a bitch!" Ginny laughed and opened the passenger door, "You'll get to see Tabby soon enough and you'll forget all about me."
"I won't forget you," I said.
"I know," she smiled.
"Where is Tabby?" I asked. I had to try at least one more time.
She stretched back to me and stroked my cheek gently with the back of her hand.
"I gotta go," she said, spinning to grab her bags from the back as she exited. "I'll call you later and you better fucking answer it this time."
I winced as she slammed the Spider's door a bit harder than I liked.
She blew me a goodbye kiss.
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I awoke to my phone ringing on the bed stand. I looked around for a moment before realizing I was in a motel in Vegas. It had to be near noon by the glare of the sun on the blinds.
"Hey, Buenudo," Ginny said when I answered, "Tabby says she needs to see you before it's too late."
My mind went blank and my heart raced.
"When ... where ... when?" I was at a loss for words.
"She's at the chapel already but you have to fuckin' hurry, the ceremony's in two hours."
She paused.
"What?"
Silence was especially meaningful when Ginny used it.
"You've got to go in the back entrance so I'll text you the directions."
"Why do I have to go in the back?" I asked.
She paused again and sighed loudly: "¡Que Dios me ayuda! When are you just gonna learn to do what I tell you to do?"
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The chapel was easy enough to sneak into.
I managed to avoid being seen by anyone without hardly any effort. I wandered the halls until I found the door that Ginny had described.
I started to turn the handle but my heart started pounding. All this time and now I was going to see her.
Finally.
"Excuse me, sir," A thin grey-haired old man stepped around the corner to my right.
I just stared at him, hoping he'd go away.
"It is not customary for the groom," the man said as he looked me up and down disapprovingly, "or any male members of the family, to see the bride before the ceremony."
"What?" I asked impatiently.
"I'm the Pastor ... this is my chapel."
He folded his arms and cocked an eyebrow at me making his expression even more intensely disapproving.
"Fuck off," I told him and quietly entered the room locking the door behind me.
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My sister's voice: "Jaime!"
I turned around and there she was - my angel.
She stood motionless and glowed in a long flowing silver-white gown in a bright circle of silver light.
Blue clouds and cherubs floated behind her.
I rubbed my eyes ... I was hallucinating, I had to be, it was too surreal to comprehend.
Then my tunnel-vision cleared and my heart began to beat again. I gasped out the breath I had sucked in and held for too long.
The glowing effect was created by two brass lamps mounted on the wall above her. Her dirty-blonde hair and wedding dress captured the light and shined in response. The impression was doubled by the mural of angels dancing and playing trumpets, on bright blue and white clouds covering the wall behind her.
Her hair was done up in a sexy bejeweled Victorian style with a small tiara that left long curly strands of golden hair to fall around each cheek.
Her bright green eyes danced and her full pouty lips broke into a huge smile I thought would split her tiny face.
Her dress was extremely expensive and elegant but not overly frilly. Her legs were covered but no-one was going to get past her face and outstanding cleavage to notice.
She wore elbow length white satin gloves. I liked the effect - it was very Camelot.
The dress swished as she threw herself at me but I reached up and caught her chin gently to stop her.
I had to drink her in for a moment. She was a far cry from the rag-a-muffin that had appeared lost and pregnant at my door so long ago.
"You are so unbelievably beautiful! I thought I was in a fantasy," I started to pour my heart out to her but she put her gloved finger to my lips to silence me.
"A fantasy!" she laughed, "Okay! You are my Odysseus ... returning to claim his prize after all of his trials!"
"That name's kinda gay!"
"Shhhhhhh," she giggled, "this is your only chance!"
"No, it can't be," I protested.
"It is. Please, don't ruin it."
I swooped her up and laid her down on a long linen covered couch beneath the cherubs.
"My Olive Tree Bed?" she asked me, "So I am your Penelope!"
"I don't know, I never read much Shakespeare."
"Silly!" She kissed me all over the top of my head as I gently lifted the many folds of her dress while kissing every part of her that I could reach with my lips.
I wanted to melt into her - crush our flesh together until our souls could finally touch directly.
"Easy!" she warned.
She wore thigh-high cream-colored stockings and a white garter. Her soaked panties were barely fabric and I tore them accidently when trying to pull them down.
"Sorry," I stammered.
"Put them in your pocket," she whispered conspiratorially, "a keepsake."
I ripped them off effortlessly and shoved them quickly into my jeans pocket.
We kissed roughly as I tenderly massaged her wet clit and smooth silky blonde pussy with my hungry fingers.
She reached down and freed my cock from my pants and ran her white-gloved thumb over the tip to spread my precum around.
She stroked the head slowly and lovingly. The material was softer and smoother than I thought it would be.
I sped up the pace of my hips.
"You'll mess up my dress," Tabby warned as I thrust my cock swiftly in her gentle grip.
"That's my intention!"
"Please ... don't," she moaned, "promise me!"
"No."
I kissed her to silence her and licked her rosy lip-gloss off in the process.
"That lipstick took me hours to pick out!" she cried, "You still like to eat my makeup?"
I had a flash of memory then ... She was just learning to be a woman, experimenting with makeup, and I was always licking the cherry and grape flavored gloss from her lips.
"I forgot about that," I said.
It didn't occur to me then - she was tricking me into unwittingly kissing her.
How clever!
"You little slut!" I accused.
"I'm yooouuur little slut, Jaime" she confessed.
She tightened her grip on my throbbing dick and used the leverage to pull me onto the couch so that I was between her legs.
The folds of her long white wedding dress spilled off the couch as she placed her left leg over the back and lifted her right knee so that it was almost even with her beautiful green eyes.
She was giving me full access to her.
"I love you, Tabby!"
"Shushhhh," She lifted her hips and engulfed the head of my dripping dick, "I know that."
I shuddered at the intense heat of her pussy.
We both looked down our bodies, forehead to forehead, to watch her hot little blonde snatch swirl around the head of my dick. After a few moments, I leaned in and tried to push deeper into her.
Having a baby hadn't changed her shape at all and she was as tight as I remembered. Maybe love blinds you but I couldn't imagine any man who wouldn't kill to cum in her.
She hissed and her creamy pussy gripped and held me. I froze ... the ecstasy was indescribable.
"Not yet!" she cried.
She kissed and tugged on my lower lip and gently rubbed my back as I urgently swirled my hips to overcome her resistance on my dick to melt into her.
"Call me Penelope!" she urged.
"Please let me fuck you ... Pentalope?"
"Penelope!" She laughed.
Please, Penelope?"
"Mmmmmmm!" she hummed and finally relaxed her muscles to let me in.
She hadn't been with anyone in a very long time, I could tell. I felt sick for a moment with the guilt of a cheater.
I rocked my hips and ground into her forcefully. She grunted and dropped her legs around me, trapping me, and swayed in rhythm to my movement - lifting her body to greet mine on each stroke.
The dress rustled and tore somewhere in protest.
"It's okay!" I said, not willing to let anything stop me from stroking my Sister's tight luscious snatch.
I felt her breathing quicken and her abdomen begin to quiver against mine. I quickened my pace to keep up.
She responded by thrusting into me as hard as I thrust into her, our bodies slapping together in carnal embrace - she was going to be sporting bruises on her Honeymoon if we weren't careful.
"Slow down!" she insisted, not heeding her own request.
"Can't!" was all I could manage in reply.
Our bodies and spirits connected then, on several levels, and became as close as two humans can possibly be.
At last, we were as one in every sense of the word - spiritually, mentally, and as terrible as it might sound to others - even genetically.
"It's okay!" she cried.
We kissed as I buried myself to the hilt just as she held herself in the air to suck as much of me into her as she could.
I could feel the contractions of her cervix on the tip of my cock as it pulsed inside her, our organs caressing each other, imitating our kiss in their own epoch spanning primitive way.
"Cumming!" I gasped.
"Call me Penelope!" she demanded again.
"PENELOPE!" I grunted as I poured the thick cum into my sister, splashing it over her convulsing uterus, filling her.
It flowed out, ran down my balls, and triggered an orgasmic loopback which stimulated another shorter burst of semen adding to the flow already saturating her wedding dress.
Suddenly, she gasped, tensed, and splashed me with her own ejaculate as her body shuddered and gyrated beneath mine, her pussy smearing against me as she ground out her orgasm.
"I love you,I love you, I love you," she muttered as we rolled our hips and I sprayed my love inside of her.
I wondered distantly how the dress was going to look now as I floated in a see of angels and white clouds glowing with silver light on tears flowing from emerald green eyes.
"So let his name be Odysseus," she whispered, her hot breath causing my spine to shiver, "the Son of Pain ... a name he will earn in full."
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I staggered down the midday Vegas street for hours in a stupor, my eyes slit against the desert sun.
People avoided me by wide margins as they passed.
I had to look horrible. No, I had to look far worse than horrible if I looked anything like I felt.
She was gone now ... gone for good.
My cellphone rang.
"Yeah?"
"Dude, do you still remember my name?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know ... who is this?"
"I knew it," she laughed, "She fucked your brains out ... whatever little bit you had to start with anyway."
A couple of tourists stepped off the curb to let me pass.
"Now what?" I asked a bit impatiently.
"Well, Shithead, your Dad is on a rampage at the Chapel."
"He knows I was there?"
"Duuuuuuh."
"How?"
"Minga! You fucked her silly," Ginny never minced words, "It took my Mom so long to get her dress straightened out that it nearly blew the fucking ceremony!"
"Is it over already?"
"Yeah, the old fart married her." My heart sank a notch - a notch below what I thought, up to that point in time, had been the lowest one.
"Now what?" I asked again - only this time I was speaking more to myself then to her.
My life was over.
"Things have changed," her voice was serious again.
Okay, change was starting to feel normal. I embraced it ... anything to make the anguish in me go away.
"How?" I asked.
"You got me now, okay?" she said softly.
"I'm really fucked."
"I guess I could let you stay with me at the hotel 'til I gotta go back to school," she said.
"Really?"
"Yeah, My Mom will never know, I have a feeling you might need some time to ... recover."
"Thanks," I sighed, "I'm feeling a little wore out these last few days."
"No shit, Baby."
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She still wore her bridesmaid dress and was every inch as beautiful to me as Tabby had been a few hours earlier.
Her dress was much shorter - mid thigh, and I could just see the garter on her left leg peeking from under the hem.
She wore sharp white heels that made her look at least five inches taller.
"Those are the 'Fuck Me Pumps', Huh?" I asked.
"As advertised," she smiled, seemingly happy I noticed.
She stuck her hand in my pants, grabbed my cock and balls, and smeared the mixture of my Sister's juices and my own cum from my crotch into my hair.
"You are a Lady, no doubt."
The gleam of mischief in her eyes made her sexy in a much more devilish way than Tabby could manage.
"Go get a shower," she said and sniffed her fingers.
"You should probably wash that off too," I suggested.
"Is that an invite, Bobosa?" she beamed, "you still think I'm sexy after you fucked Tabby?"
"It's gotta be the shoes."
She posed like a super-model, mocking Vivian in her photos.
"Sure it's not the 'Little Girls'?" she asked framing her tits with her hands.
"Could be your hair," I tugged on one of the loose dark bangs.
She put the back of one hand on her forehead; her head tilted up in profile with her hair hanging straight down, the other hand went on her hip.
I recognized the pose from the second page of her Mother's spread in my cum-stained magazine.
"Maybe you like this one better?" she asked as she flowed down until she was sitting on her heels with her hands on her knees.
The white dress slid up and bunched up at the top of her thighs exposing her beautiful legs well above the garters.
I was really starting to dig the whole stocking thing.
She spread her legs and puckered her lips, looking up at me in a haughty model's mask. I had to admit, she was her Mother's equal and I wanted badly to stick mt dick in her mouth.
I applauded her by clapping like a gay thespian. My cock was much more generous and gave her a standing ovation in my pants.
She rose and curtsied elegantly - to my penis: "Gracias, mi Pequeño Amigo."
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The shower was starting to be my favorite place to be with her.
I didn't bother with foreplay and just bent her over under the spray of the shower. She braced herself with her palms against the wall under the showerhead.
The spray of the water on the top of my head and the feel of it streaming down my neck and back - combined sensually with the sensation of her fine brown ass bouncing against me while I slid in and out of her.
She dropped her head down between her arms for balance, straightened her legs until she was on the tips of her toes, and jiggled her ass to make her plump little cheeks clap together like a stripper.
The move made my balls vibrate at an unbelievable frequency.
"Where the hell did you learn that?" I panted as I felt them tighten.
She noticed my sudden tension too.
"Don't cum in me, okay?"
I pulled out and pumped my cock over the small of her back as I climaxed.
She spun around on her heels and grabbed my squirting dick, smearing her fantastic tits with the thick streams of cum before the water washed it away.
I couldn't believe I had any jizz left at all after the day I'd had.
"Your turn," she said when I wound down and the last of her tugs yielded no more cum.
She rinsed herself quickly and then stepped up onto both sides of the tub with the spray at her back.
She grabbed the shower rod with one hand while bracing herself on the wall with the other, thrusting her beautiful bald pussy at me.
"You better know what to do," she warned.
"I think I can figure it out," I laughed.
I leaned in, gentling spreading her lips with my tongue. She thrust her hips at me causing my tongue to sink completely into her hot tangy hole.
She wasn't in the mood for foreplay either apparently. Too bad, I wanted to take my time with her. I kissed my way up her tight little golden body from her belly-button to her neck as I lathered her with copious amounts of shower gel.
"You are such a fucking teaser!" she whined.
I took my time by switching up between massaging her sexy hard nipples and her fantastic little bald pussy. When I would massage her tits, she would lean back and smear her pussy on my chest and stomach. When I moved my hands down to her steamy little pussy, she would lean forward and put her tits in my mouth while kissing the top of my head.
Eventually I concentrated on her pussy until the fast rocking of her hips and her panting labored breathing told me she was getting close to cumming.
It was time to wrap it up ... I knelt onto my knees and buried my tongue in her again fucking her with it and engulfing her entire pussy in my mouth.
She got so wet, my chin sank into her.
"Yeah, you perverted Motherfucker," she grunted as she ground her swollen clit on my lashing tongue. "Suck my pussy!"
I reached up to pinch her nipples with my left hand and slid my hand around her ass to press her tight little sphincter with my thumb.
"Ow, shit!" she jerked her ass away from my probing digit.
"Trust me ...," I started to protest but she thrust her pussy back into my mouth, silencing me mid-sentence.
I slid my thumb back between her cheeks and wiggled it until it slid past the barriers and finally sunk all the way into her ass.
"Ow!"
"Relax!" I said, my voice muffled by her pussy.
After a few seconds she relaxed and rocked back and forth between my thumb and tongue.
"Oh my gaaawd!" she squealed, "I never thought I'd like that!"
"Mmmmmm Hmmmmmmm!" was the best response I could muster with my entire lower face occupied with her pussy.
A few seconds later she was pulling my hair viciously and grinding out an orgasm on my mouth. "Motherfucker ... aspíreme ... my ass ... ooooh lámame ... uugh ... cójame ... my ass!"
I could only try to imagine what was going on in her mind but I was willing to guess it had something to do with the thumb in her ass. Ginny had done me right the last few days so I sucked and thrust my tongue against her clit the best I could to prolong the experience.
When she started to buck and flow, I licked her, worshipfully, lifting her to my mouth like a Chalice until she was finished cumming on my lips.
"Fuckin' right!" she gasped, "You have been forgiven!"
"Thanks, now I can sleep at night."
"Don't count on it."
I stood and rinsed my face and hands over her shoulder. Ginny fell back into the tub and into my arms pulling me close - clinging to me.
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"Jaime?" There was a sweet note in her voice I hadn't heard her use before.
I kissed the top of her head.
"Do you love me?" she asked.
I froze in time ... I felt every sensation: Her cheek over my pounding heart; the steaming water coursing down the back of her head and down our bodies until it found the curve of her ass and flowed down our legs to the drain, the heat of our bodies, and the soft wet hair against my lips.
How could I not love her?
"Answer me, Cocksucker!" she demanded and banged her head into my chest.
I pulled her up to me and kissed her soulfully.
"Of course, I do!"
She pushed my face away impatiently.
"As much as Tabby?" she asked.
I didn't know what to say.
She tilted her head and rested her chin on my chest. She was so fucking cute I just had to smile.
"Well?"
I felt the genuine love I held for Tabby in my heart flow out and mix with the genuine love my dick held for Ginny spreading up from my groin.
"Absolutely," I said and honestly meant it.
She sniffled.
"¿En serio?" she asked in a little girl's high-pitched voice.
"Jesus, Ginny," I scolded her.
I reached down and grabbed two handfuls of her generous round ass - pulling her sexy brown body to me and into another long sensuous kiss.
She grabbed my face and pushed me away from her again.
"I really need to hear you say the words, Jaime."
"You act like we'll never see each other again," I said nervously.
"Pendejo," she said softly, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
I felt really bad for disappointing her. I guess it was true after all - I was in love with my Cousin too.
"I truly do love you," I said.
"What? You mean me? Are you talking to me?" she asked sarcastically.
I looked her in the eyes.
"I truly do love you, Genevieve DelToro."
Now there was no mistaking it.
She looked up at me with the tenderest look I'd ever seen her use - then suddenly smacked me on the cheek so hard it snapped my head sideways.
"Ok, I believe you, Pervert!"
She slid open the shower door, grabbed the one and only clean towel, and strutted out of the bathroom.
"Bitch!" I yelled at her rubbing my stinging cheek.
She threw the towel back into the bathroom and jumped on the bed so hard I could hear the springs protest over the shower.
"Hurry up, Jaime!" She called me, "We only have a couple of days!"
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