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Alexis and Ryan were learning a bit of self-control. Ryan had rowed them out there, his eyes glancing from his sister's coy grin to his mother's receding silhouette off the backside of the yacht. By the time they reached shore, she was a small figure, but one that still threatened his secret so he decided not to make an immediate move towards his sister until they had cleared a small sand dune that peaked on the beach. Once safely out of eyeshot, there was no need for propriety.
He had just reached the bottom of the other side and was about to turn and pounce on Alexis, but she got to him first. The sudden whoosh of his shorts and the caress of a warm breeze on his balls notified him that Alexis was eager for the opportunity to screw once more.
Alexis had been extraordinarily wet, waiting for the chance to slide onto her brother's cock. The night before had provided a new set of adventures, but she had woken to the longing to be filled and fingers or tongues could not remedy that cry. In the sand she dropped to her knees before her brother as he awkwardly pivoted to her, his shorts tripping him up.
By the time Ryan made it around, his sister's eyes were watching him and her hands were cupped and ready for the presentation of his penis. Ryan was not used to seeing his sister behave in such a wanton way, but he had no objections to offer as her mouth opened and her tongue slid its way up his flaccid length. One of his hands meandered to her hair and pulled it up out of the way of the vision of his sister working to harden his cock.
Alexis loved the control she had on her knees before her brother. Already his warm penis was hardening and growing beneath the gentle touch of her lips and tongue. She felt her hair pulled back from her face and mouth, and determined to put on a show that would be worth watching. Slowly the rod in her hand worked its way up to its full eight inch length.
Ryan was beginning to thrust his cock at his sister's mouth as it reached its full size. He liked the soft touch of her teasing, but wanted more. He had waited too long, fantasized too much, to have the tortured foreplay be prolonged. With another coy glance from his kneeling sister, his cock was allowed entrance into the warm recess of her mouth.
Alexis grinned as the cock slid into her mouth, its wide circumference stretching her lips apart and pushing her tongue to the bottom of her jaw. With Ryan's hand still firmly on the back of her head and with his eyes burning a hole into her mouth, Alexis began to eagerly suck on the length of the cock, striving to take it deeper then ever before.
Ryan happily obliged, pushing the wide helmet of his penis deeper and deeper into her mouth, until he felt a small breath of air flow over his shaft as it reached the back of her mouth and pressed into her throat. Unsure if she would allow him further, he waited, hips twitching for some affirmation from her.
Alexis was a bit nervous about going deeper on the cock's length, but she desperately wanted to try. Her eyes began to water as the penis lingered in her mouth, waiting for her decision. Mustering up some courage and inhaling through her nose, she dove downward on his length. The head of the penis popped into her throat and began to work its way downward. She struggled to contain her gag reflex as the salty flavored meat began to thrust gently back and forth. When she looked up again at her brother, his head was tilted skyward and his chest heaved with excitement.
Ryan savored the depth and tightness of his penis inside his older sister's mouth. As he slowly pulled his cock backwards, he mentally detailed every aspect of his penis there; the slight tugging sensation over his foreskin, the texture of her tongue on his head, the light grazing of her teeth over his shaft.
His hips would provide a quick forward thrust that countered Alexis' more deliberate bobbing. His penis never quite exited Alexis' throat so it soon became apparent that she would need a chance to breath without its intrusion. Alexis' hand continued to work itself up and down the length of his shaft, which was now covered in her saliva, as she withdrew. She caught her breath, allowing momentary pauses for her tongue to once again reach out and caress his sensitive length. Her spare hand petted the heavy balls that were pulled tightly up in scrotum, eager to release their load.
The combination of her active hands and gentle tongue would send Ryan into the familiar realm of orgasm. Alexis slurped down the first few shots of his cum, but pumped the remaining load onto her face. She enjoyed the sensation of the hot steamy fluid dripping from one portion of her face to the next. While Ryan watched, his cock still twitching, she would gather one glob of the fluid with a single finger and swallow it quickly in the moist red embrace of her mouth.
Ryan would groan with excited frustration as his sister continued her show and drank down his seed. She was truly an angel.
His own needs satisfied, Ryan sunk to his knees, so that he and his sister's bodies aligned. Ryan nibbled lightly on her ear lobes, triumphantly listening to his sister's gasps, and feeling the crush of her body press into his own.
His softening rod was pressed into her stomach, slightly above her pubis, and below the soft fleshy crush of her tits into his chest. His foreplay over her erogenous zones would continue until he was certain she was ready.
Alexis vocally encouraged him to go farther.
"Take me. Please, Ryan, fuck me. I'm so wet and I've been waiting for so long since our last time." She used her right hand to separate her pussy lips and display the large fluid content which coated their surface. "Please, fuck me doggy style. I love being taken by you. Just fuck me."
She turned and presented herself to him. Ryan's hands went out to her perfectly smooth ass and traced over its curvature lightly. Ryan's dick was still rebounding from its earlier release and he suddenly felt the pressure to stall. As his sister watched, her head bent over her shoulder, he slipped into a position all fours, but with his head directed towards her cleft and the meeting of her ass cheeks.
At first Ryan simply slipped his forefinger into her waiting twat. It was face down and once inside he hooked it downwards, pressing it into the top wall of her vaginal tunnel. Then with a slow gentle stroking motion, he began to frig her. Alexis' hips squirmed farther onto the single digit as she worked to maximize its utility. The finger was easily long enough to slide over her G-spot and back again. As her desire increased so would her pace.
"God, Ryan that's great. You're hitting me perfectly. Shit. That is great. Faster, Ryan," she instructed.
Ryan would obey his sister's instructions, his forefinger working overtime to bring her fulfillment. On one back thrust he would slide another finger alongside it, suddenly stretching her pussy a little farther. In tandem the two fingers would work to bring her off. Their width and length were a comfortable size, stretching Alexis just enough, and the bend Ryan held them in allowed them to repeatedly slip over her most sensitive of spots.
Eager for a taste of his sister, Ryan lowered his head the final three or four inches to her pussy and his tongue went to work around the fingers which intruded upon her depths. The furious lapping he unleashed over the flushed outer surface of her cunt caused Alexis to cry out repeatedly in pleasure. This only drove him onward.
"Ohhh. Wow. Oh, wow. Eat me, Ry. Lick me. That feels so good. Mmmm."
Ryan added his thumb to the assault, sliding the suddenly rigid fifth finger over the outer folds of her pussy and onto her clit. Alexis found herself facing a four front assault. The inner-delving digits were unrelenting in their caress of her G-spot, while their length pulled at her needy folds, as his tongue licked her bald pussy clean of her fluids, and his thumb brought her clitoris to attention.
Still not fully accustomed to wanton sexual contact, Alexis was quickly overcome by her orgasm. In somewhat of an impulsive and unwise move, she buried her face in her hands and in the sand. Later, Ryan's cum would carry dried flecks of sand up with it when she finally managed to withdraw her head from the ground. But her muffled cries and shaking body were enough to cause her to forget that detail.
His tongue energetically swallowed the new bursts of fluid that came from his sister's depths. Her taste was sweet, with an underlying saltiness that brought memories of eating saltwater taffy with her when they were younger. Ryan had to control a near laugh at the recollection of that memory while he was face deep in her twat.
By now, his cock was back to attention and twitching at the opportunity to return to its most favorite of orifices. And as Alexis calmed from the orgasmic attack, he rose from his position and aligned the spear which darted from his groin to her pussy. One strong sharp thrust and half of it buried within her.
"Hhss," Alexis exhaled as the precious piece of flesh stroked inward. "I missed you inside me, Ryan," she exclaimed over her shoulder as Ryan paused to acclimate to the sudden heat and moisture of her pussy's embrace. His next thrust would push the cock fully into his sister's body, nothing separating them but soft rounded peaks of her buttocks.
Then the regular rhythm of a couple familiar with each other's tolerance and bodies began. It would start with a slow gentle thrust and lean that emphasized the presence or absence of Ryan's member within her. When he was pressing deeper, Alexis would feel completed. But as he slipped from her and her tunnel's walls spasmed back in on each other, she would need more.
As this dance of wanting and fulfillment would continue so would the pace of their fucking. Ryan had watched porn for so long as he grew up that watching his sister's body beneath him was an integral aspect of his enjoyment of the sex. He loved the different positions and activities they had sampled because of the different snapshots that would linger with him forever.
Someday, he would record the sexual encounters and save them for review later on, but today he would just have to remember what his eyes could take in. And there was much for them to absorb.
Before him a world unfolded. The ocean began a dozen or so feet with lapping waves and aquamarine water. In the distance the white caps of the tide encountering an exposed reef formed a shifting line in the horizon. And as the white mineral sand crept from the water it rolled and dipped and sparkled beneath the sun's bright gaze.
But the most precious and valued of visions was joined to his body. His sister's long hair was swept sideways over her neck and a single shoulder by the wind. It would trail and pulse with a seeming life all its own as the ocean breeze caressed her body. Her eyes were closed and her lips were pursed in a contented smile. The gentle arc of her shoulders into her neck would tense as they braced against his thrusts. His eyes trailed over the indentation of her spine as her shoulders flexed inward, pushing her breasts forward and out into the dusty ground. Her backside flexed in tune to their sex, as his hips impacted them and caused them to shudder momentarily. They would be stilled by the subtle clench of her muscles as she pulled forward then pressed backwards.
Ryan celebrated his luck, and the circumstances which had given him these opportunities. Alexis celebrated her own luck and love and lust beneath him. Her pussy had never quite been given the opportunity to relax, and the ongoing stimulation of her brother's penis and thrusts were pushing her back towards another orgasm.
Beneath him, Ryan could sense that Alexis was nearing release. She was trying to slow his thrusts and control the amount of contact his body had with her most sensitive areas. Knowing she was attempting to prolong the delay before orgasm just challenged him. Ryan gripped her hips a little more tightly and pulled them farther up on his waist, so that his cock was given deeper access.
Then with quick full length plunges, Ryan began to fuck his sister in earnest. His body temperature would rise as his muscles worked to push he and his sibling over the edge. Over and over his penis would withdraw then plunge back forward. Her pink lips would swallow its entirety each time, covering it in a glistening liquid coat.
It would not take long under the new pace for Ryan to lose control of his body and he would cum first. With added urgency he fucked in and out of his sister's pussy, bursts of his hot fluid filling her twat. Alexis would not survive the added lubrication and the faster thrusts. With another cry of bliss she would bury her face in her hands on the ground and ride out her passion's victorious reveling.
Together, the young couple would gently thrust until their appetites for sex were temporarily sated. Then they would part and fall to the ground. The private areas would be covered in an abrasive sandy coating as their bodies' excretions stuck to it. But in the peaceful and perfectly tuned world where they rested, such things were okay.
When the young brother and sister managed to push themselves from the ground, they would race nude to the water's edge. Then into the warm tropical waters they would plunge, frolicking and swimming with one another. Every meeting of their bodies would result in an electric spark and in coy glances or comments. But they would also learn about one another, their secrets and hopes for the future, their fears and dreams, and silly little things that made them who they were.
Being so contented with one another's company, they would forget about the storm warnings and their instructions to return to the boat. They would not remember until a steady strong burst of wind would start to kick across the water and blow through the trees on the island.
Ryan, worried slightly, pulled his reluctant older sister from the water and guided them up the shore. Alexis, not quite ready to abandon Paradise, begged to at least explore the island a bit further. Not one to appear afraid in front of his lover, Ryan would agree. Together they would scamper farther down the shoreline, ignorant of the storm that headed closer and closer their way.
Their playful flirtations would take them into a more heavily wooded alcove of the small island. A childish game of hide and seek took place over a period of twenty minutes that ended with the siblings lying entwined in a depression in the ground beneath a fallen log.
Ryan had been the seeker and Alexis had been hidden. In the woods, their skin stood out against the lush green foliage, but she had found the small ditch and hidden beneath the log and covered herself with a number of loose leaves. She was pleased with her hiding spot, as the game had been rather quick and easy up until then. Ryan had found her, when she had giggled up from her resting place. He had strolled out onto the log above her using it as a vantage point. His puzzled looks and the sight of his penis head popping into view over the trunk of the tree had made her laugh.
Ryan had immediately recognized where it had come from, and had dropped to the ground over her. A short tickle fight had ensued as the eager couple could not resist the urge to be in contact with one another. The tickling would evolve into light foreplay as hands grazed areas that had little ticklishness to them. Soon mouths would meet, as would other portions of their bodies. For the second time that afternoon, Ryan and his sister Alexis gave in to the passionate desires which governed their fate.
Their sex would last longer then the earlier round, Ryan having relaxed much of the intensity of his need. Instead, the two were able to savor the sensations of one another's bodies and the minutiae which joined them together. Alexis would ride her brother, sitting astride him, slowly and deliberately. Their loving gaze would not be broken and only the sound of winds tearing through the brush overhead affected their rhythm. As heavy rains began to penetrate even the deepest brushed of areas, the two would come together, their cries echoing out into the jungle and disappearing beneath the sound of the storm.
One person would hear that cry and would react as impulse guided her too.
Sandra did as instinct told her too. She ran for the cluster of brush and trees from which the cries had echoed. She recognized the sound of the voices, but not the tone, and could only believe that her children were in danger.
She had been aboard the boat with Simone for the better part of three hours, waiting for her kids to return. At first she and the first mate had simply talked about the weather, the trip- anything but the death of their captain. When the dam finally did break the two women had come together in a way that would have made Allyson proud. The shared experience of her company and her touch had been the tipping point.
The mother and her partner had been heavily caressing one another's bodies and admiring the distinct differences in their beauty, when the first of the truly powerful gusts had hit the side of the yacht. Even the large boat could not resist the need to rock heavily in the water as torrential downpours joined the assault. Sandra suddenly became intimately aware that her kids had not yet returned from their trip to the small island.
The thought had jolted her from the embrace of the younger and had driven her towards the deck of the boat. A concerned Simone had followed, only to discover the older woman trying to lower the remaining life raft into the water. Her inexperience shone through, and only with Simone's help had she been able to board it, promising to return.
Simone had been reluctant to let Sandra go for more then one reason. First, she knew that the waves would be treacherous and even the short trip could be fatal. Secondly, she was concerned about what position Sandra would find her son and daughter in when she arrived. And thirdly, she desperately wanted to be touched by the attractive woman- to feel the gentle touch of a female tongue over her most private of areas. But all she could do was watch.
Sandra had snaked the boat through the water, using a small outboard motor to propel herself onward. The journey towards the island had been quick- the powerful waves had carried the boat on their crests and practically thrown it onto shore. The moment the small boards of the boat had touched ground, Sandra had jumped free and raced over the crest on the hill. She had looked where she had last seen their heads disappear and had only found a pair of flip-flops floating on the water. They were Alexis'. This sight only tortured the mother further and she had nearly dived into the open ocean which was now hammering the exposed shore. But then she heard the cry and she knew her kids were alive, at least temporarily.
As a mother, she had learned each of her children's cries, screams, laughs, and shouts. But this was one she was not accustomed too and that scared her more then any of the others.
Now completely drenched, her long hair trailing over her face and shoulders, Sandra darted into the wooded area. At first she had run in what seemed like an endless circle, hoping for some clue as to there whereabouts. But with the wind's ever-growing shriek, her cries were incapable of reaching anyone. She was about to head back towards shore and search for them along its coast line, when she saw the lightly tanned foot of her youngest child sticking from a hole in the ground. A large tree trunk arced over it, and Sandra feared the worst.
With surprising speed and agility she closed the final few feet towards what she could only assume was the body of her son. And when she saw the legs of her daughter sticking from beneath it, her fears were only magnified. Sandra's heart broke in her chest as she stepped closer. But when one of Alexis' legs moved, Sandra dove to the depression her hands reaching out for her child.She had just grabbed Alexis' ankle when she looked to her left, realizing that the trunk did not actually touch her son or daughter. Some combination of joy and relief struck her and her hands went to her face as she sobbed, rain still pouring down her head.
When Alexis looked down in surprise and suddenly rolled away, Ryan also looked down towards the opening of the depression. Terror and panic filled him as his mother's kneeling and crying form filled his field of vision. His head swam and he nearly crushed his head on the log as he sat up quickly. Alexis' hand abandoned its resting place over his crotch and his arm separated from her waist.
Together the two siblings stared down at their mother, unsure of what to say. But their mother would speak first.
"I was so worried. So worried. I... I thought... I thought I had lost you... Both of you. I thought you were dead. I... I... I.."
Alexis realized that they were not quite busted yet and moved to her mother's side, out of concern and sudden pity. How could they have forgotten?!
She wasn't given much of an opportunity to ponder their carelessness. A loud tearing crack echoed through the storm and a massive palm began to topple.
Neither Sandra or Alexis were capable of moving- the combination of sadness, relief, pity, guilt, and fear had frozen them. But quick moving Ryan managed to save the family from a true tragedy.
His right arm wrapped over his mother's shoulder and neck and his left arm grabbed Alexis' upper arm and yanked powerfully downward. The two thin women were easily propelled beneath the log by his strength. Only a second separated the crush of the tree over where they had been. The bulk of the freshly fallen palm came to rest on the thick trunk which had served as hiding place and which had begun the big misunderstanding.
Both mother and daughter reacted with tears and grateful kisses on Ryan's cheeks. He basked in his momentary heroism, forgetting about the compromising state in which he and his sister had been found.
The three would finally go quiet beneath the thundering sound of massive rain drops hammering on the leaves over head and the pulse of the ocean as it sought to swallow the small island.
At some point Sandra would snap out of her stupor and would come to a very sudden and startled realization that her children were entirely naked in the depression, and seemed way too comfortable with each other's bodies. Her mind would be sent reeling, but she would keep quiet, unsure of what to say and not exactly certain that this was the best of times to say it in.
But that would not stop her mind from raging against the immorality of them or pondering the distance to which they had gone. No logical explanation of how they could have ended up nude or with such a distinctive cry came to mind. She buried her head in Ryan's shoulder and tried to banish any foreboding thoughts with limited success. Some sense of guilt would pervade as the trio waited for the storm to pass.
Perhaps her molestation of her daughter had played some role in her behavior today. And Ryan couldn't be blamed could he? His sister was gorgeous and the long trip with the bevy of women surrounding him no doubt was torturous to survive. Maybe Alexis had made the first move. He wouldn't have been able to overcome her persistence in the small bathing suit that she wore.
Sandra was semi-confident in her children's ability to have some sense of self-control, but was still hesitant to abandon the fear of their involvement with one another. Several hours later, her nerves were worn thin and her mind was convinced that her daughter was impregnated with incestuous offspring. It would not be until later that she came to realize how close to the truth she was.
Ryan had not moved for the entirety of the time that he, his sister (with whom he had just fucked), and his mother lay sheltered against the storm. The depression was far from perfect, but the two trees laid like giant Lincoln logs over the hole did a lot in the way of slowing the wind's vengeful gusts. But even if the weather had been a hundred times worse, Ryan would still not move. His balls were pulled tightly into his groin, his own nervousness getting the better of him. He wanted to have a good excuse, to hide his nudity, to make everything normal- but was incapable of such creativity.
Alexis, on the other hand, was offended. She knew that Ryan and her mother were both enduring some sort of extreme self-examination, but she felt that it was unfair that it would have to go on like that. Her mother had fingered her only twenty-four hours ago. She was certain that if her mother said one word of condemnation that she would go off on her. Even with a strong sense of self-righteousness, Alexis was unable to speak. Every time she cleared her throat or opened her mouth, she would freeze and would fall back into the awkward atmosphere which pervaded the family.
When finally the storm did blow over and the wind and the waves and the rain receded to normalcy, the family emerged from their hiding. Ryan had gone first, more eager then the rest to escape the hell hole of his creation. Sandra had swiftly interjected herself between the siblings and slipped out next. Her intention was to keep the two siblings separated until she could figure out what to do next. Alexis, growing ever more frustrated followed suit.
Swiftly moving ahead, Ryan waded through the drenched undergrowth towards the beach where he had abandoned his shorts hours earlier. He hoped to death that they were still there, but he figured that there was little chance of them having survived.
Intolerance of her mother's attitude reigned supreme inside of Alexis' mind. Watching her mother's bathing suit clad ass swishing haughtily from side to side inspired an idea of rebellion that only a teenager could come up with.
"Ryan," she suddenly shouted out.
Her younger brother turned around, his eyes brushing over his mother to his sister's naked body. Just as he looked, Alexis grabbed her mother's already turning body and pulled her in close. Without another seconds notice, she pressed her full lips into the middle-aged woman's, and her hands plunged towards other targets. One gripped Sandra's right breast tightly, and another pushed its way quickly into her bottoms.
Ryan's jaw dropped as the suddenly tense move kicked the atmosphere to a different level.
The kiss would not last long. Sandra's response was swift, violent, and brutal. A vicious shove and a follow-up backhand sent Alexis to the ground in a stunned and fearful silence. Ryan jumped between the two women as Sandra steamed over her daughter. As the outburst passed by, everyone became aware of the nudity of Ryan and his exposed private parts. Sandra was forced to wheel a way and storm back to the inlet where the rafts and boats had been left.
Gently helping Alexis to her feet, Ryan would slowly turn to follow. In hushed tones the two would discuss what had just happened.
"Why did you do that?!"
"Because, she's acting so high and mighty and she's not," Alexis replied tautly.
"What do you mean? She just found us naked in the jungle, obviously she has a right to be pissed."
"No she doesn't. Did you know that she and Allyson fucked?"
"Wha..."
"Yeah. And the other night when I gave you that hand job in bed. She was frigging me at the same time and I was doing it right back to her. She doesn't have a right to get angry."
Once again, Ryan found him stunned into silence by his sister. His eyes turned towards the receding form of his mother and his mind raced with thousands of new and much less chastened ideas. His mother? With Allyson? With Alexis? He could hardly believe it. If the trip had not been so strange, he probably would not have.
Alexis was once again filled with a feeling of victory and superiority. Her mother could not and would not come between them. Some version or beginning of deep love for her brother was growing and she was not about to release it. Combined with the lingering sense of her mother being hypocritical, she was racing towards some sort of conclusion which she hoped she would find satisfying.
But the next few days would not go well for the family or their individual plans. Getting back to the boat was just the beginning of the problems for them. The two rafts had been washed away. Sandra's smaller vessel was found shattered on the beach and the engine missing. A decent length swim was in order and by the time the threesome emerged from the water they were all exhausted.
Sandra would take her daughter with her and would lock them away in the bedroom. She would fall asleep quickly on the bed closest to the door, only waking to ensure that Alexis went nowhere.
A suddenly pouty sister just dwelled on how wronged she had been by her mother's double standard. Still she pondered ways in which she could overcome her mother's objection to she and Ryan's relationship.
Ryan, wrapped only in a towel would spend the evening on deck, as Simone carefully guided the yacht back towards home. It had survived the night with little damage of any consequences. Some of the deck items had been washed overboard and some storage pieces had been smashed. Three days would pass in silence, separation, and isolation.
By the time they had landed they were filled with bitterness, discomfort, uncertainty, and anger towards one another, and their tight family unit seemed irreparably damaged.
Simone had recovered somewhat on the journey. Her desire to see Allyson again had faded and she found herself spending more time dwelling on the happiness that they had shared and the special relationship that they had together. And Allyson's goal of seeing Ryan's dream fulfilled came with the memories and she took it upon herself to do what she could, if only to get the family back together.
Once the yacht had landed at its original port, the family disembarked. A large hearse waited for them, along with a large black Lincoln Town car. Allyson's body was carefully removed from the boat and loaded into a hearse where it would be transported to the funeral home which was to take of the funeral arrangements. Everyone watched in silent mourning as the body of their friend, mistress, and lover disappeared from view.
An older gentleman in a well-fitted suit stepped from the Town car and greeted Simone with a hand on the elbow. The two would converse quickly before he disappeared back into the vehicle's tinted enclosure.
Simone turned back to the family of three and spoke in a reverent tone.
"Allyson will be buried two days from now. I want you to be there. She didn't have any family as far as I know and I know how much you and your trip had meant to her. She would have wanted you there. Please."
Sandra and Alexis and Ryan all answered in unison; "We'll be there."The next two days moved quickly by. But the upcoming funeral provided some healing between the family. Ryan and Alexis stayed a safe distance apart from one another and Sandra and her daughter found some common ground to converse over again. Every one was eager to talk about their memories of Allyson, her personality, and the way she had affected them. Sandra opened up a bit more about their one time encounter together, avoiding graphic details, and sticking to the more sentimental portions of the story.
Finally the day of the funeral would arrive. Silence ruled again, the family having little to say as they returned to their innermost connections to Allyson. Sandra had her to thank for the confidence and wholeness she sensed within herself. Alexis was grateful that she and Ryan were together. Ryan was thankful for the same reason.
The somber mood would continue to pervade the atmosphere as they walked slowly up the neatly trimmed hillside of the graveyard. The trio had left the limousine to wander towards the grave and listen to the final words on a beautiful life cut short.
The world was eerily silent. The funeral home grounds were well maintained, the colors more vibrant then nature, the trees more regal and poised. But it was quiet. The birds chirped softer, their footsteps fell muffled in the grass, and somewhere in the distance a bugle sounding Taps trailed off into a thickening air. Each of the little stone slabs that were intended to sum up and define life, stood stoically against the bright green blades of growth around them. Even the occasional bouquet seemed artificial and somehow irreverent.
He would stand alone for the entirety of the funeral service, opposite his mother, sister, and his infrequent partner, Simone. The three women clung to one another, their unified black dresses forming some sort of barrier which he could not cross. Ryan would remember later on, a Catholic priest's Latin incantation, but for now, just the muffled drone of the distortion of the graveyard.
Someplace in side of himself, he didn't think that this was the way that Allyson would have wanted to be remembered. She had been too proud to have been buried this way. She was a queen and they had been her subjects. The queen was dead. Long live the queen, thought Ryan as the service drew to a close and the group slowly turned away from the graveside.
Two limos waited at the base of the hillside. Once more, the older man who had greeted their returning yacht, rode with Simone and the family returned to their hotel. Ryan had started to think that the old man was death, come to collect his due.
The ride back to the hotel was uneventful. Sandra stared out the window, her forehead resting against the cool tinted glass. Ryan had barely recognized his sister's arms sliding around his and her head coming to a rest on his shoulder. It was the first sign of affection that had been allowed in days. But some things seem small when compared to the eternally manicured grass and polished marble of a cemetery. Nothing moves at the right pace there. Everything; light, sound, time, moves in a shuffling step that is abandoned by the rest of the world. Perhaps, life would seem more important then death.
Sandra had shut herself away from her children. Pouring a glass of chilled wine from the mini-bar, she slipped into the bathroom and disrobed. For a few moments, as steaming water filled the Jacuzzi tub, she sat on its lip, one hand trailing the glass by her thigh while the other propped up her head. She had thought she would get over Allyson's death with the finality of the funeral. But that had not been the case and she felt the pervading sense of silence and sloth that came with depression. Alexis' and Ryan's mother would lower herself into the tub, one hand still clutching the thin fluted stem of the wine glass. As her eyes examined some distant place on the opposite wall of the bathroom, Sandra would forget about her drink.
Ryan sat on the edge of the king sized bed in the suite. His head was in his hands and his eyes were hollow and empty. Where would they go from here? Life back home and its monotony would never be acceptable, and he wasn't sure that any of them could survive its return. The soft hiss of a zipper brought him out of his own little world and back to reality. His eyes turned towards the opposite end of the room and the bank of windows that divided it from the outside.
Framed perfectly in the soft amber glow of the afternoon sun as it peeked through the blinds, was the silhouette of his sister. Her hips were shifted slightly to the right, her black dress following her curves closely. The zipper had descended to the young woman's waist and her head turned slowly over one shoulder. A cascade of brown locks dropped with it, covering some of the skin which had peeked from beneath the dark garment.
The sleeveless dress had been very similar to the one worn by Audrey Hepburn in "Breakfast at Tiffany's". Now the two pieces of material which had arced around her neck, now slid downward, onto the gentle turn of her arm. With a wishful glance, Alexis dropped the dress a little further, pushing it down over her hips and letting it drop to the floor in an ebony pool beneath her. Torturously she bent to pick the gown from her feet. The lacy panties she wore rode ever higher between the pale golden flesh of her backside and Ryan felt something stirring to life within him, other then depression.
He pushed himself from the bed, pacing slowly to his sister's once again statuesque silhouette. As he neared within an arm's reach of her, her long arms slid behind her and popped the clasp on her bra. As soon as they released it, the black strap which had rounded its way around her back fell away, and the outline of her breasts appeared in the sunlight. Ryan prayed that this vision was real, and that he wasn't lost in some dream or fantasy.
In a cautious disbelief, his right arm rose and reached for his sister's stilled form. His strong hands found her shoulder, and she did not disappear at his contact. His fingers applied the slightest pressure to their resting place, and as if on command, Alexis turned. Once more, Ryan found his breath leave him when he needed it most.
He had forgotten the beauty of his sister's beautiful form. The perfection of her feminine shoulders and waist, the pert and full soft orbs that occupied her chest, the coy pout of her lips as she watched him examine her as a hungry man examines a feast.
The hungry man's feast would begin at her hips. At first his hands had just drifted to her side as their gaze met, but once Ryan's attention returned to her body, his hands would examine whatever his eyes wished. They moved from the slight protrusion her hips to the flatness of her belly. Then with thumbs pointing upward they drifted over her abs and ribs till each hand formed a cup at the base of her perfect breasts.
Ever so gently they moved then, sliding, stroking, petting and caressing. Alexis hissed in pleasure as her brother's familiar touch returned. She savored the sanctity of his hands on her flesh and delighted in the reverence with which he explored her. Her own hands moved to the backs of his own, and guided his palms and fingers to the places she wanted to be held. When her nipples ached she would guide his hands over them until they had been satiated. With the gentle steering of captain, she corrected and steered. Soon her breathing was deep and dissatisfied.
Ryan listlessly watched as his sister guided his caresses. Then, still holding his hands, she turned way from him, her own arms crossing in his embrace and her body sliding in close to his. Then once again her directing returned and her breasts were covered by the splay of their unified hands once more. Ryan knew his sister's patience had worn thin when her hands pushed his downwards away from her tits and to the edge of the black panties which had so perfectly framed her ass moments ago. His right hand would slip beneath the material while his left would be pushed up and down the curve of her waist and abdomen.
Pressing his own needy sex into her backside, Ryan groaned as Alexis guided him to her wet center. Together their fingers pushed between her parted thighs and split her moistened lips. Alexis' hand would remain behind as Ryan pressed two digits on his hand further into her. When they could reach no further they slid back out, to the waiting clasp of her hand. Alexis would not allow his hand to leave its invasion there, and so he did what was instinctive.
Alexis writhed as her brother's fingers once again found their way inside of her, pumping an inch within her at a steady pace. Her quivering thighs pushed together, locking his hand and hers in their place over her womanhood. By now his second hand had returned to her breast, toying with its soft weight and the pink erect nipple that crowned it. She could feel his need pressing between her ass cheeks, pulling her underwear tightly into the crevice.
When Ryan's lips found her ear lobe she let out a small whimper of delight and pressed her backside into his groin. He was thrusting against her now, in timing with his fingers invasion of her twat. Alexis rocked with his movements, her feet tilting onto their toes as she deepened his access to her pussy. With a cry, she felt her first orgasm in days wave over her. IT had not taken much, but her need was great and she was still unsatisfied.
Ryan felt his sister's trembling movements, like a marionette with its strings cut. His strong arms carried her weight as she went limp at the orgasm's final rush. He carefully guided her to the bed and lay her across its center. Standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes drunk in her beauty once more as his hands grappled for the edges of her panties and pulled them quickly down her long smooth legs.
Still in his suit, Ryan dropped to his knees before her spread knees and lowered his head to her legs.
Alexis dreaded the touch of his lips as they moved ever closer to her sensitive skin. She knew what was coming, she needed and wanted it, but she feared the torture of its intensity. Each kiss on her thigh was preceded by the soft rush of warm air from his lungs. Then the softness of his lips would press into her skin and just as they departed, there was a gentle brush of his tongue on the same flesh. Alexis tingled all over as Ryan drew closer and closer to her desire. As his tongue traced a glistening connect the dots up her inner thigh, she could hold back no longer.
Ryan's eyes fell upon its prize, just as Alexis' hand slid over its pink outer lips in a forceful crush and then pulled back. Skillfully, her forefinger and middle finger parted the folds just as his mouth moved over her pussy. Ryan found his mouth was watering as he looked up her arm to her face as it stared back at him, a feral look covering the familiar beauty. Then his tongue found purchase on the spread tissue of her vaginal opening. Quickly the torturous intent of his caress and kiss descended into oral fucking. Alexis' fingers kept her pussy spread wide as his tongue buried itself over and over again in her depths.
Soon Alexis' pussy was covered in the wet juices of her own pleasure and his hunger. His tongue was flipping up and down, lacing her inner lips with divine sensations. And each caress of the muscle over her clit sent her trembling with happiness. As Ryan drank in his sister's heady juices, he felt her erupt into another orgasm. As she twisted and turned on the bed, he did not allow her to escape, his tongue burying itself in her folds. It fluttered there, breezing against the top and bottom of her twat, causing her to cry out loudly in pleasure and relief.
As her orgasm faded, Alexis' hands drifted to the sides of Ryan's hair and pulled his head gently up from its clasp over her pussy. She could have let him eat it all day, but she knew that he was as needy as she was. And as he was her lover, it was time that he got what he wanted.
Ryan stood to his feet and hastily disrobed. He had little desire for any foreplay, his cock already threatening to tear through his trousers. By the time his boxer's hit the floor, Ryan was already on top of his sister.
Alexis did not allow him immediate entrance as they rolled around on the bed. Ryan's thick cock head jabbed and speared at her more then ready opening, but Alexis wanted to be in control of the ride. Once Ryan had been rolled onto his back and his cock proudly surged upward. Alexis slid into position. She looked down at her brother's body as she knelt over his thighs, one hand moving to cradle his thick member. Ryan gasped as her cooler hands caressed his length and pulled it up and away from its resting place against his stomach and crotch. With the angry broad head pointing towards the ceiling, Alexis shifted her weight forward. She could not raise her pussy high enough off the bed in the kneeling position to comfortably sit on the cock, so she allowed it to bend forward, then pulled it back by hand.
Ryan moaned as his cock head was pulled back across her pussy lips until it finally came to rest at the tight hole of her twat's tunnel. It pulsed there, until Alexis finally rose up on her knees and then plunged back downwards, taking three inches of his length and this broad helmet into her depths.
"God, sis. You're so tight," he managed between gasps, as she lowered herself farther onto his prick.
"It's been way too long, Ry. I need this," she replied as inch after inch of his penis forced its way deeper and deeper into her channel. She was already impaled by six inches of his fat cock and still had more to go.
When Alexis' pussy finally managed to take the entirety of his length, Ryan and she sat frozen, as they both acclimated to the extreme sensations of penetration. Ryan felt his pulse working through the vein covered surface of his length and emanating throughout her tight clasp. He gently rocked his hips upward until her hands quickly descended on his stomach to stop him.
"It's too much. Give me a minute. I can't handle that quite yet," she hurriedly explained. It really hadn't been to long, but the limited amount of sex in her life had not quite loosened her up to be able to take a cock the size of Ryan's entirely without some discomfort. She waited for a moment or two, squirming slightly on the invasive rod, testing her body's preparedness. Once she was confident that she could handle a more aggressive ride she began to move.
Ryan watched as his sister's perfect body reared up on his cock, releasing over half his shaft from its grip. Then for a second it paused and down it raced. Their two sexes met with a slurping noise and a slap as their bodies crashed together. Then Alexis was up again, her hips tilting forwards as she did so. Ryan watched as her pussy lips turned a bright pink color as more blood rushed to their sensitive surface with each stroke of his penis into her body. Each up and down movement on his cock brought a little exhalation from his sister.
Once she was moving on his cock, Alexis could not get enough. It became a race to the top and then down again. Her petite frame worked in overdrive to spear itself on her brother's organ. It was large and filled her completely, not allowing room for anything but her pussy, her juices, and itself.
With her own pace set she encouraged Ryan to match it.
"Fuck me brother, fuck me. Deeper. Please pound me. Harder."
Ryan grunted as his hips raised from the bed with her downward slide, his penis hammering into her depths. The violence and urgency of their sex caused Alexis' breasts to bounce and shudder with each meeting of their bodies and soon they rode up and down in residual movement from the fucking.
"You're goddamn tight, 'sis. So fucking tight. Shit."
Alexis felt so wanton as she penetrated herself over and over again on her brother's cock. She could feel the broad underside of his penis head as it slid downwards out of her tunnel and stretched it to new maximums. Then it would be racing upwards again, arching for her womb and her most private of recesses.
Ryan loved the tugging across the surface of his cock as her pussy drank up his length and width. His crotch was a glistening mess of vaginal fluid and pre-cum, as were her pussy lips. The significant amount of fluid made the sex even messier and noisier. Combined with their own cries and groans, the room became a cacophony of orgiastic pleasure.
Growing tired of being on the bottom, and eager for a more avaricious pounding, if such a thing was possible, Ryan grabbed his sister's thighs, just above the knee and rolled her weight to the side.
Alexis felt a sense of vertigo as her brother's penis vacated her pussy and she fell to the side. As her head hit the bed and her back came to rest on the sheets, she managed to cry, "More!"
Not one to stall, Ryan rolled up into position on his own knees and pointed his cock downward at her pussy. Alexis accommodated him by raising her legs and dropping them on his shoulders.
Now with her pussy well exposed Ryan's dark red penis head pushed forward once more. It parted her lubricated lips with ease and quickly took up its residence within her pussy once more.
Then the most energetic and physically explosive sex of Alexis and Ryan's life would begin. The eager young brother leaned his weight onto his cock, pushing it farther and deeper into her then ever before. With her legs only bearing some of his weight, it did not take much for the tip of his cock to find the entrance of her cervix. Then with a clench of his muscular hips, his cock slid backwards a half foot before driving home again.
The delivery of such a rough fucking to her pussy was sensational for Alexis. Although she was certain that every muscle in her body would be sore afterwards, she loved the precocious combination of immense pleasure with slight pain. Over and over and over again Ryan's thick member penetrated her to the fullest extent of the word. Her breasts continued their free bouncing on her chest as his cock and hips powered into her body.
The quicker pace and complete penetration of his cock into his sister's gorgeous body would finish Ryan off. He had been saving up his fluid and his need for several days and now he just wanted to come. And come he did.
"Fuck it! I'm gone! I'm coming, sis!"
Alexis felt the cock come to rest against her pussy's deepest wall as it spurted its precious load into her waiting womb. Ryan's seed filled every remaining open space and coated the inner workings of her twat. The sudden release of the liquid heat caused her to cry out in her third orgasm. Her ankles locked behind his neck, pinning his body in place within her.
She whispered over and over into his ear, "Fill me brother. I want all of it. Come in me. Come in your sister's pussy. I want your children. Make me pregnant. I'm yours."
Ryan's hips twitched with each of her sultry desires revelation. He wanted her filled with his baby as well. He wanted her breasts to fill with life sustaining milk and her stomach to expand with their child. As spurt after spurt faded from his penis and into her womb, he became more and more certain that she would bear him a child. It was not until the final drops of his semen had left his cock that he slid out.
Her body went limp the moment his weight was removed from her stretched gluts and leg muscles. A thin but steady stream of their fluid would pour from her pussy as they dropped to the bed. The cooling liquid aroused her somewhat. There was a blatant sexuality to laying in the combined juices of their release. Her hand lightly stroked his cock as he panted beside her and as her other petted a well aroused nipple.
Repeatedly their lips would meet in gentle brushes and kisses. Finally with a coy grin Alexis slipped from the bed and headed towards the restroom, the white mixture of Ryan's semen sliding down one thigh and smearing on the other as she sashayed across the room.
She opened the door and almost closed it behind her, when she realized that her mother was resting in the tub. Behind her, she heard Ryan yell, "Alexis," in a tardy warning.
Sandra stared up from the steamy water of the tub at her daughter. She had heard enough from the other room to know that her children's chastity had only lasted so long. With a callous glare at her naked daughter, she stared back at the wall of the tub.
Alexis had reached something of a breaking point. The time was so close to her fading climax, sex with her brother had a significant meaning beyond the emotions of their relationship. And riding a wave of endorphins from orgasm, she was a little bolder then perhaps she should have been.
"Mom. You have got to listen to me. I won't leave Ryan. We won't stop having sex just because you dislike it. Society can say whatever they want, and you can say whatever you want. Just be warned, that if you can't tolerate it, we won't be around long and you'll be really alone again. Is that what you want?"
Sandra was stung by the scolding of her oldest.
"You think that just because you like it, its okay? You think it will last? You think this is anything more then a relationship built on physical pleasures? It just goes to show how naïve you and he both are! Obviously you haven't learned anything from what our family has been through. If you even cared about each other, you would know that this will never survive back in reality! You're just an immature fool!"
Alexis had not heard her mom let loose like that before but she was not about to back down. She heard Ryan quickly padding towards the bathroom door and knew that he would support her. She quickly approached the side of the tub and stood beside it. With a much more controlled voice she spoke.
"No one has to know that Ryan and I are brother and sister. We wear a pair of rings and people will just think we are married. I look like you, and he looks like dad. No one will suspect anything. Only you would know otherwise."
Sandra cut her off again. "But what about your friends from school? What will they think? They knew you both!"
"I rarely see any of them and I wouldn't have to tell them. Ryan and I should be able to decide what we want. Not you, not anyone else."
"What if you have kids? Do you really want to wish that on them? What would you tell them? Would you want them to fuck their siblings!"
"God, Mom. We wouldn't have to tell them anything. They would never know the difference and we would never have to explain it to them. Only if we thought they were ready. And before you even mention it, there is like a one in a million chance that a first generation child from a family relationship would ever have a genetic disorder. There is nothing wrong with it!"
With a deep sigh, Sandra surrendered. She didn't want to argue anymore. She had been fighting the battle in her mind from the moment she had found out, and she had found that she would rather accept them, then lose them. Sandra was a bit worried that the relationship would fall apart and that would prove the family's undoing, but she could do nothing if she wasn't there to catch them when they fell.
"Fine. I don't have to like what you two have going on. But I do love you. And I don't want to lose you. Just be careful," she warned. She felt her bottom lip tremble as she started to cry. She quickly became very self conscious as her daughter and son stared at her in amazement. Ryan retreated from the room as she curled to cover herself and one hand went to her face.
Beneath his hastily adjusted boxers, he felt his cock begin to stir. While his sister and mother had been arguing in the nude, he had ample opportunity to examine his mother's exquisite body. Ever since he had seen Alexis' attack on the beach he had wanted to look at her again. Feeling slightly guilty he went to watch television.
Alexis, feeling the deep female urge to console and have apathy for another woman in distress, stayed behind. She too began to cry, her dark mascara running lightly down the edges of her cheeks as she sank to the edge of the tub beside her mother. She allowed her mother to pull her head to her shoulder as they embraced and held each other. Their nude bodies were racked by gentle sobs of necessary release. They had pent up a lot of emotions and finally their individual walls began to crumble. For five minutes they would cry and apologize and forgive and then cry again. Finally, the cycle would be broken as Alexis stood and slipped into the tub with her mother.
It had plenty of room for both of them, but it was not really about getting clean again, it was about being close to one another. Sandra parted her legs as her daughter slipped between them. The two nude women pressed against one another in an intimate embrace. They talked about everything for the next ten minutes. There conversation always avoided Ryan and Alexis, but were limitless everywhere else. Alexis had soaped up her arms and stomach and had rinsed them by splashing water over herself (and coincidentally her mother). She handed the tube of soap back to Sandra and asked her to scrub her down.
"Sure, hon." Sandra fell silent. She had many more questions she wanted to ask her daughter, but was unsure if this was the right time. Her silence was a form of testimony and Alexis prompted her.
"What is it, Mom. Something's still bothering you? What is it," she asked again.
"Why Ryan? Why would you choose your brother? The girl I knew when we left for this vacation would never have considered it. So why, and how?"
Alexis wasn't sure how she should respond to her mother's question. She wasn't entirely sure herself.
"I think, I think it began as just realizing that he wasn't just my annoying little brother. Out on the boat and on the island and in all these foreign places, the little stuff that bothered me about him became irrelevant. And when I was poisoned by the plant, he was there. He didn't make fun of me or treat me weird or just be distant and let you or someone else do everything. I saw he actually cared for me for who I was as a person, and as a sister."
She hoped the explanation was enough but she knew that it would be inadequate.
"I can understand all that. But why not just be good friends? Why have sex with him? I mean, you haven't had sex with anyone else, have you?"
"No. There hasn't been anyone else. The other guys, I never knew if they were there just for sex or if they actually cared. Ryan will always be here. He won't go anywhere. That mattered to me," Alexis replied.
"That still doesn't answer the question. Why have sex with him?"
"He's attractive, strong, smart, and caring. What other qualification did he need? I just got caught up in a moment and it took me someplace I could have never imagined. But in the end, I am so happy I am here, with him, with our relationship being what it is."
"I know all those things about Ryan. Don't think just because I'm old, I've managed to miss all that. But how could you have sex with him?"
"I don't know. The day in the village," an exasperated Alexis answered. "We were there, alone, and there was this ceremony in the square. Ryan and I were dancing and there was a really intense music. The next thing I knew everyone around us was having sex and doing it, just everywhere. And I got turned on. And then all those emotions with Ryan, just got caught up in it. And so we did it."
Sandra was surprised. She hadn't noticed any change in their behavior, but Simone's quickness to cut her off from the inn in the square afterwards held a very new and interesting meaning.
"Did Simone know?"
"Yeah. She saw us in the square afterwards. And she acted like it was the most normal thing that could have happened. Everyone was so happy after."
"I didn't even know. I can't believe I didn't know. How many times have you guys done it?"
Alexis was a little uncomfortable by the line of questioning. But she figured openness was more important then discretion.
"Well. In the square was one, in the inn another couple, on the boat once or twice. And the night, when you know, when Allyson died. We did it under water. That was really cool," she gushed a little too quickly.
"Underwater? You guys are more adventurous then I am!"
Once again, Alexis found herself off balance. The comment had seemed almost bemused. It was a turning point.
"Ha. You've never done it underwater?"
"In the water, yeah. But never underwater. That sounds amazing!"
Alexis laughed in reply. "It was pretty good."
Feeling a little emboldened by the sudden warming between the two, Alexis brought up a situation familiar to them both, as her mother worked a sponge over her back.
"Remember the night when we did it?"
A suddenly apprehensive Sandra answered. "Yeah?"
"Well. When you were fingering me, and I was doing it to you, I, umm, I gave Ryan a hand job."
A surprised Sandra was quick to reply. "Right then? And neither of us knew! I can't believe you. You, little minx."
"It was dangerous and thrilling. But I knew that if either one of you figured it out, you would be caught in your own trap. It was probably the biggest turn on of my life."
"God, I bet. It definitely was very exciting. Once I started, I was intoxicated, by the experience. The eroticism was so intense. Like I said, I was never very adventurous. When we started touching each other, I couldn't think about anything else. I just wanted you to come and I wanted to come myself." Sandra had to take a moment to pause. The previous statement had just rolled out of her, and she was a bit frustrated that she had revealed so much. Her reaction only intensified as she felt her daughter lean forward in the tub, pushing her gorgeous posterior farther between her own spread thighs.
Alexis made sure the movement was subtle and not too out there. She knew her mother would not refuse her, if the actions were properly phrased. She let out a deep exaggerated sigh, as her mother's soapy hands slowed their swirling motion on her back. Alexis reached out and turned the jets and temperature dials up. Soon the water around her swirled in amoebic patterns and steam began to fill the air.
"At first I had been worried that you might figure it out. Or that I might make too much noise and give away the secret to one of you."
Sandra let her guard down a bit. "Did you tell Ryan ever?"
"Yeah. On the island when I was still mad at you for acting so condescending. I was just tired of the really big reaction. I had wanted you to be supportive. We were just doing what felt right. Is there anything so wrong with that?"
Sandra wondered if there really was anything wrong with that. Someplace inside her she knew that her daughter was leading her down a path with only one possible outcome. But the rising temperature in the tub, combined with the increasing vibrations of the jets, and the near contact between her sensitive folds and Alexis made her a little more oblivious and insensitive to such things.
"I have an itch Mom. Can you get it for me."
Sandra swallowed. "Sure hon, where at?"
Alexis leaned far forward in the water, nearly touching her head to the water. Her legs folded and curled beneath her, raising her torso above the water. Sandra had to control her breathing as water droplets slid down the smooth tanned skin of her daughter.
"On my back. About a third of the way up."
Sandra vigorously scratched her daughter's back, hoping that the itch would be resolved, and that her own growing itch would remain in check.
"A little lower, Mom."
Sandra watched as her nails slid downward, towards the partially distorted vision of her ass cheeks and the cleft that split them apart. Alexis leaned forward once more, her hands going out in front of her to help steady her weight.
"A little farther, Mom, you've almost got it."
Sandra slid the hand ever so slightly down the back and tried to keep her scratch regularly timed and under control. She had to remain in control.
"That's the spot, Mom, you're getting it," Alexis purred. "Its just a bit lower now."
She waited patiently as her mother froze behind her. She knew the evaluations that must be turning in her mind. So she took it one step further.
Alexis leaned farther forward, her upper body fully resting on her arms and her knees supporting her back end. Her feet pressed against her mother's crotch and vagina and she curled and uncurled her pruning toes ever so slightly against it. Her own backside was now quite clear of the water and her mons was exposed to her mother's debating eye.
What to do, what to do? Sandra was panicking. Her daughter was presenting her body as some sort of temptation and she was having a debate about the morality of it. Why was there debate? Why couldn't she just say no?
"Mom, please, my itch really needs to be scratched. I think you can see where it is now," Alex taunted.
See it she could. Sandra stared at the plump lips of her daughter's pussy, still slightly distended from her fucking of her brother. Sandra couldn't believe that change in her daughter or the wantonness of her behavior, but she couldn't say no to it either. She tried to excuse herself as her hand slid lower down her daughter's backsides to one of the smooth cheeks and began to lightly circle it, her palm flat and her nails ever so softly trailing on the skin.
"Is that it, honey," she asked, her voice catching.
"Mmmm, that feels good, but that's not quite it. Try again....." Alexis wiggled her ass beneath her Mom's caresses, continuing her teasing.
Sandra felt her resistance to her daughter's flesh begin to give way. Her other hand began the same soft semi-circular caresses on the other ass cheek. "Is that it honey?"
"No, mommy, but that does feel good. Maybe a little lower and to the middle a bit," Alexis played along helpfully.
"Okay baby, okay." One of Sandra's hands slid slowly over her buttock and down into her ass crack where a pool of white bubbles had gathered. Her finger tips trailed their way through the crevice, carrying away the soapy accumulation with them. Soon her nails hovered just over the backside of Alexis' vagina. The last vestiges of her struggle evaporated into the steamy air of the room.
Alexis looked back over her shoulder, her dark eyes searching her mother's face for some sense of decision making. A sudden chill ran through her pussy and up her spine as her back arched. Her mother's fingers begin a steady circular stroke over her labia and the surrounding area. Alexis thrust her ass even higher in the air and braced her knees farther apart, displaying her sensitive lips to her mother's touch.
Sandra could not believe she was here again, her hand exploring her daughter's most intimate of places while her other did the same to her own twat. Beneath the water, Sandra's spare was in fact churning up quite the storm of its own. But her eyes and ears and mouth were devoted to her daughter's body. She leaned forward in the large tub, her lips grazing over Alexis' upper thigh and she was rewarded with an intense sigh. Sandra continued to kiss and lick her daughter's lower body, avoiding her womanhood and its surroundings entirely. That area was her hand's to please now.
Alexis reveled in the skilled caress of her mother's hand over her pussy. She could tell that she had done this before or had it done to her. She wondered if Allyson had touched her mother in such a way. But any more sensible thought disappeared when one finger of her mother's right hand pushed its way between her lips and began a deliberate thrusting in and out of her tunnel. She felt her mother's wrist twist with the motion, corkscrewing the finger in her pussy.
"Yesss," she cried with the shifting movement. Over and over her mother finger fucked her twat, all the while worshipping her ass and thighs. Alexis continued to try and watch her mother over her shoulder. She could see her mother's dark hair trailing across her back and buttocks, the long locks caressing her in too many millions of ways.
Alexis could feel another orgasm mounting in the pit of her stomach, but she wanted something else first. She leaned her wait forward, her mother's finger popping from her pussy with a juicy "plop". Alexis swiveled in the water and slid up against the far end of tub. She climbed up onto the ledge and rested there, her bare bottom pressed into the cool porcelain lip.
"C'mere, mommy. I want you to taste me. You haven't done that yet have you. And I'll bet you want to. Crawl to me mommy. Lick me," she uttered through clenched teeth, her legs spread wide and her pussy exposed like some sort of sexual prize to be won.
Sandra wanted the flavor of her daughter's delight to fill her mouth and coat her tongue. She wanted her mouth surrounding another woman's snatch again. And so like an obedient pet eager for the treat, she dropped to all fours and crawled through the water to her daughter's parted legs.
Alexis leaned forward and grabbed a handful of her mother's hair and pulled her forcibly closer. She did not want any more foreplay. Leaning back into the tiled wall she thrust her twat out for her mother's inspection.
And Sandra liked what she saw. Her mouth immediately fastened over the three inch long pink gash and begin to slurp and suck on the loose outer lips. Her tongue fluttered to life between the two soft fleshy extensions of her daughter's pussy. Alexis' fingers remained buried in her scalp, holding her head in direct contact with her twat. Sandra fucked her daughter's pussy with her tongue diving it in and out, just as she had with her fingers. She would swirl it around loosely over the pussy's outer lips before twisting it down and inwards.
"Mommy, you're so good. So very good," Alexis whispered as her hips ground her cunt up into her mother's face. "Eat me, suck me. Fuck yes!"
Sandra was spurred on by her daughter's dirty mouth and delicious cunt. She couldn't believe that she was listening to her daughter swear encouragement down at her as she orally pleasured her. If she had seen herself there, she would have been startled by the performance she offered.
Her hand was buried back between her own thighs and highly raised ass, plunging two fingers into the sopping mess of her pussy. Her fit ass cheeks rode proudly in the air and her thin stomach flexed as it bent to allow the curvature of her spine. Sandra moaned into her daughter's flavorful folds as her own fingers fucked herself as quickly as they could.
"Ryan, c'mere. Mommy wants you to have something!" Alexis suddenly shouted.
Sandra tried to pull away, not quite ready for that, but Alexis' thighs quickly closed on the side of her head and her hands clasped even tighter. Her mouth was locked in position over her daughter's cunt. Sandra's hand would drop from her pussy lips momentarily as she tried to pull herself free. But when Ryan entered the room, she went still. He was naked but for his underwear, which were tenting heavily in the front.
Ryan's eyes went wide as he viewed the scene before him in the bathroom. His gorgeous sister was humping his mother's face in the bath tub. Her young breasts heaved proudly in pleasure, while his mother's larger fuller pair hung from her bent body, their width dragging through the water of the tub. And his mother's ass! He had seen it the entire trip in bathing suits, but naked, it was an honor to view. He paced around the room, examining his mother's body and pussy from every possible angle. At first she had tried to cover by crossing her legs, but the extended period of which her face was buried in Alexis' twat probably got to her.
"Gorgeous, mom, you're gorgeous," he muttered as he reached out and began to pet her trembling ass cheeks. At first he simply stroked them, but soon he wanted more and his fingers parted the softer flesh of her upper thighs and pressed against her vagina. He heard his mother whimper as his finger's probed deeper into the obviously aroused sex.Feeling slightly humiliated and vulnerable, Sandra just sat frozen, her mouth still blowing hot air onto the pulsing pink center of Alexis' cunt. As Ryan's hands explored her pussy and folds, Sandra could not help but feel aroused again. Especially when his shorts came into view. He obviously was well endowed, his erection pushing the shorts an inch or two off of his waist and his cock head peeking out over them.
It would not take very much for Ryan to want more. His cock ached to fuck her, that had been his dream after all. And so very quickly his shorts were removed and he stood proudly by the tub his cock arching outward from his groin and his heavy ball sac tight against his body. He watched as his mother's eyes devoured his length, examining the thick veins which coiled along its shaft and the dark red tone of his phallus.
"It's so good Mommy. You're going to love it. Ryan is a great fuck. He'll take care of you. Won't you Ryan?"
Not needing any more encouragement Ryan splashed into the tub behind his mother. His large prick slapped against his mother's thigh and she pulled away from it as if burned. Ryan firmly gripped his mother's waist and held it still as he aimed his penis for the tunnel from which he had been born.
Once more he leaned into his cock, its thick wedge-like head parting her pussy lips and sliding inward. She was not as tight as his sister but she was not loose by any means. When he was satisfied his penis had purchase in her twat he told his sister to release her face. He wanted her to be able to see what was pleasuring her.
Sandra's head turned up and over her shoulder and she could see the dark thatch of hair that marked his penis's base. She could already feel the large circumference of the cock at her entrance as one inch acclimated to her cunt. She squirmed on the cock, partially out of a weak desire to resist, but also to sample its wares.
Ryan fucked the cock home with her first movement on his penis.
Her eyes shot open and she looked up at her daughter, who now cradled her head. His first thrust pushed the entirety of his penis into her. She had already been drenched from her own playing down below, and her lubrication had made his stroke swift and sure.
This was it! This was what he had wanted for so long. He was buried eight inches deep in his mother's pussy. Finally! Ryan rejoiced internally and struggled to keep from cumming just at the thought of what he had accomplished.
"Oh god. Oh god. Oh god....." Sandra repeatedly gasped as her son's solid length burned within her. She couldn't believe that she was here, in the middle of tub, her head centimeters from her daughter's cunt, and her own pussy filled to the brim with the sexual organ of her own offspring.
"Feels good doesn't it Mommy?" Alexis was teasing gently now. She knew full well how Ryan's cock felt throbbing within her. "You like it? You want him to fuck you? You want him to come in you? You do don't you?"
Sandra's negative nod was not firm enough to convince anyone otherwise. She just kept repeating the same two word phrase over and over again.
"Shhh, Mom, you don't have to wait any longer. Just bury your head in my lap." And with a gentle pressure to the back of her mother's head, she did, her lips nursing softly on Alexis' labia. "That's good Mommy. Now Ryan will fuck you wonderfully! Go ahead Ryan, Mommy wants you," Alexis continued in her best innocent schoolgirl voice.
Ryan didn't need another word of encouragement. He was halfway afraid that if he held stall for any longer he would come just listening to his sister talk to their mother like she was some plaything. And the sounds coming from between Alexis' thighs as Sandra slurped up her juices only added another element of intensity to his situation.
His prick reared back as his hips flexed, his curved length pulling almost clear of his mother's entrance. Then with an avaricious appetite he began to drill his mother upon his cock.
Sandra's body bounced and shivered as her son drove her mouth into Alexis' cunt. Her tits slapped and swished at the water beneath them and she could feel the softer portions of her ass and thighs as they reacted to his fucking. It had been so long since she had been truly fucked. And now with a generously sized penis buried in her, she could think of nothing but the desire for more. Grunts of pleasure passed from her throat and into the small space of air that occasionally arose between her daughter's pussy and her mouth.
She loved the feeling of her son's strong hands pulling her back onto his penis, the large helmet plowing through her folds and into the far recesses of her twat. With each full forward stroke she could feel the hard thump of his balls against her outer lips and clitoris. Sandra was surprised to find how quickly her hips moved to maximize that sensation. She behaved as if she were some bitch in heat. And in truth, that is exactly what she was.
Quickly forgotten were the facts of the situation. The two people that she was trapped between were not her children, but attractive, vigorous lovers who had incorporated her needs into their desires. And it was an environment where Sandra writhed to be valued.
Ryan wasn't entirely sure where to look or where to focus. His sister was leaning back against the wall, her hands bracing on the edge of the tub as she lifted her hips to grind into her mother's face. Her full breasts heaved as she tried to keep her breathing paced with her body's intense movement. And beneath him, his mother's apple shaped backside dropped repeatedly down onto his cock, her ass seeming to be split by his wide member. Every other second a glistening penis would slide from between her lips before gliding back to its one time, and now revisited home.
Like her brother, Alexis was a little overcome by the eroticism of her situation. She was directing a sex play the likes of which she could never have imagined. The whole bathroom seemed to be a thick foggy haze and her family's bodies the only substantial thing there. All she could think of was the press of her mother's lips over her pussy and the subtle twists and turns of her tongue on her clit and labia. Her own voice quickly joined the cacophony of cries, slurps, slaps, and squishes of orgasmic sex.
He knew his time was quickly coming and he didn't want the moment to end so fast.
"Mom, slow down. I am close. Really close. Gimme a second," he asked through furtive gasps for air.
The news that her son was close to filling her pussy with seed had an adverse effect on Sandra. Rather then slowing her pace at all, one of her hands slipped into a firm cupping grip on his but and her own hips began to work their increased pace. Momentarily she lived her head from Alexis' twat, a thin trail of saliva and sex juice sticking to their mutual lips.
"No. Come in me. Fuck me fast and hard. Please."
When Ryan didn't move to respond she asked once more.
"Please I'm so close. I want to feel you spill in me."
Then gripping his ass once more she began to grind her hips as effectively as possible on the long penis penetrating her depths. She worked her clit back onto his heavy sack, brushing its erect nub through his thick pubic hair and against the thin layer of skin that suspended his testes.
This wanton display of neediness had the effect desired on Ryan. Seeing his mother urgently working her clit and vagina onto him, drove Ryan to participate. Once more, his hips reared back and his cock drove home. Relying on shorter, lightning quick strokes, his length stitched in and out of her clasping orifice.
The first rapid strokes were Ryan's undoing, and his cock powered full shots of his jizz into his mother's pussy and womb. Sandra cried out into Alexis' pussy as she felt her son unload within her. She could feel the sudden addition of the more substantial liquid to the mixture in her vagina and the burning heat that accompanied it. More faster then ever, her vagina was rubbed along his pulsing length, drawing as much of his orgasm out as possible. Her strong pussy muscles clamped down over and over, dragging the sensitive walls of her twat against his vein covered cock.
Ryan's orgasm would just be fading when Sandra when she managed to get herself off on the slowly softening length within her. Once his orgasm had largely passed, he had slowed his movements and she had taken control of their union. Everything became focused on the sensations his cock could bring to her clitoris. And with that much focus on the responsive little pleasure center, it was a short time before Sandra's head kicked back, long hair flying in a cry of sexual ecstasy.
"I'M COMING SON! I'M COMING! FUCK!"
Her hips wound and unwound in bizarrely timed circles as his penis still filled the entrance and depths of her twat, and her clenching would not allow his overly touch length to escape. For several minutes the bathroom was bathed in the warm afterglow of Ryan and Sandra's orgasm.
Eventually Ryan would slump backwards in the tub, his hips sliding between his mother's and his head nearly dipping into the water. Sandra's attention returned to her daughter's needs but she too was slightly distracted by her own receding arousal. Ryan contentedly watched his mother's oral exploration of his sister's pussy and the leaking fountain of his own semen that was her cunt. His hand toyed with his length and for the third time that day, the young man found his aching rod grow to attention.
Alexis noticed the change in movement and decided she would finish herself on the filling of her body with his rod. She guided her mother's face away from her cunt regretfully and pushed her farther up Ryan's body, so that she could position herself over his cock. Helpfully, her mother helped to guide the length upward at an angle that would slide into her depths. Without further adieu she slipped her already soaking cunt into the water and down onto the length of his penis. The moment her twat bottomed out on the dick, her mother's body pressed closely into hers, their breasts mashing together and their clitoris arched forward to make contact with skin and solid mass.
The two women made out passionately as Ryan's cock twitched within his sister. Their hands ran over one another's bodies as if first discovering the feel and texture of a woman's flesh. Ryan was just content to watch. His sister's hands would drift down over their mother's ass and pull her cheeks widely apart, revealing a clean and puckered asshole, making her brother ponder what other excitement may lie in wait. Then they would drift upwards and scratch long pink marks down her back as their groins ground onto one another.
When their mouths did bring the women took turns encouraging one another on with obscenities and graphic descriptions of what it was they were experiencing and wanting.
All of this simply made Ryan want to fuck. And fuck he did. Despite his sister's pussy already being fully impaled on his penis, he began to pump his hips upwards into her body. The force of his driving cock forced Alexis to adjust her legs to accommodate him further. She slipped her knees out from underneath her and sat on his cock, her whole body weight coming to rest on his penis. She lifted her ankles over her mother's calves and nestled them in between them and her brother's chest. Very quickly the family was firmly locked together and every movement was felt by each of them. Once again they became a writhing mass of pleasure seeking beings, whose bodies were the gateway to a forbidden joy.
Alexis would not need further encouragement to reach her own climax. As her head tilted backwards and her own raucous cry joined the noises filling the small restroom. Sandra nursed on her daughter's tit as she spilled backward and her brother pummeled into her. She ground herself off to a smaller orgasm when she heard Ryan cry out in release. The tub's water was now a heavy mixture of sexual juices, sweat, and the original liquid. It was no doubt unclean, but the women coated themselves in it, lathering Ryan's cum and their own juices all over their naked bodies, until they glistened beneath the lighting.
When the three managed to part finally and they began to leave the tub, a sense of dread returned to Ryan. He wondered where they would go from here. Would his mother have a sudden moral attack? Would his sister be jealous if he frequented his mother's snatch? He wasn't sure if he could keep up with the demands of the two horny women. But Sandra broke the ice.
"I can't believe we just did that."
"It was fantastic wasn't it," Alexis asked.
"It was great. If I had known my son was such a stallion, I would never have questioned you two. I'll want some more of that later," she said as she pointed towards Ryan's limply hanging cock.
Ryan chuckled awkwardly as the two women talked about his penis and its supposed wonders.
"I wonder what came over me," Sandra wondered out loud as they stepped into the cooler, fresher air of the suite.
"Probably seasickness or something," Alexis coyly replied.
"Seasickness. Probably right," Ryan and Alexis' mother confirmed with a satisfied grin. And everyone knew that it work out then. The relationship was built on love, pleasure, and desire. Bound by blood and the strength of a family, no changing of the tides or rough weather would unseat it ever again.
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