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Sibling Revival-ry Ch. 01

By: ilikeithot6308



The following work of fiction features sexual activity between siblings. If that's not your thing... Boy are you looking in the wrong category! If it is, let me know how you like it. Feedback from readers is always helpful. 

As always, all characters are over eighteen..... Yada, yada, yada. 

Enjoy! 

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My sister. What can I say about my sister?

Blonde. Pretty. Striking, huge blue eyes. 

Yep, that's my sister. At eighteen, she was about 5'4", 120 pounds. Pretty athletic looking. Actually, she looked just like Mom, although Mom's tits were bigger, but not by much. I looked more like dad, sort of. 

Yeah that's her. My sister. I loved her, of course, like a sister. An older sister. Two years older. 

Yeah, that's my sister, Natalie, all right. 

What a cast iron bitch. 

For as long as I can remember, Natalie treated me like shit. She took sibling rivalry to an entirely new level. If I did something to deserve it, I could understand it, but I never went out of my way to be mean. I know you'd expect me to say that, but it's true. 

Really, it's true, because my earliest emotional recollection of my sister is that I loved her. Not brother-sister love, but real actual love. I was five when I told my parents I wanted to marry my sister, which they thought was cute, but I meant it, as much as a five year old can mean anything. 

All of that, while she treated me like something stuck to the bottom of her shoe. 

As we grew up, she was a constant thorn in my side, but it took a very long time for my feelings about her to change . Even when they did, they never went all the way over the loathing line. 

***

The real trouble began when I turned eighteen. 

I'm a pretty big guy, carrying 215 pounds on my 6'3" frame, and I played football in high school. Since I was an athlete, I managed to get my share of cheerleader attention, going out with several, and getting lucky with a couple. 

I was trying to increase the score to three one afternoon. The parents were at work, and I had been able to convince Brenda, a cute little brunette, to skip class and join me at home. Things were getting pretty hot and heavy, as I had divested her of most of her clothes. Her bra came off next, revealing a nice little pair of tits, which I was feasting on when the shit hit the fan. 

"Well... Isn't this interesting?" It was Natalie, being a bitch as usual, standing in the doorway. I hadn't heard her come home. "Mom's going to shit kittens when I tell her this!" She turned and left. 

"Come back here!" I yelled, chasing after her. Brenda had been busy working on me, as well, so I was down to my underwear, but couldn't just let her rat us out. 

I guess Natalie hadn't expected pursuit, because I caught her not far outside my door, tackling her to the ground. I got the upper hand easily, pinning her down under me by laying on her, and getting her flailing hands under control by grabbing her wrists. 

"You're not going to tell anyone anything!" I threatened. "I'll kick your ass!" 

Natalie was on her back, looking up at me hatefully. She struggled to get free, but I was stronger, and heavier. She was huffing and puffing, her big boobs crushed under my chest. I didn't see her next move coming. 

She craned her neck up.... and kissed me! Hard, right on the mouth, and since I was breathing hard as well, her tongue had no problem making its way into my mouth. I tried to pull back, but didn't want to let her loose, so had to stay within range of her lips. It took about fifteen seconds before I decided I had to stop her, and released one wrist. I pushed her down, breaking away, and wiping her saliva off my mouth. 

She took advantage, grabbing my hair and managing to wriggle free. I let her go, stunned at the feel of her lips on mine.

That's when I saw Brenda, standing there, watching. She was clutching her clothes in front of her mostly nude body, a look of horror on her face. 

"Ewww!" she gasped, "she's your sister, you pervert!" She pushed past, and ran away. 

Oh shit, I thought, she saw Natalie kiss me! And she thinks I was kissing her! 

***

Just like that, I was screwed. The next day, I had gone from somewhat desirable jock to pariah in record time. The sole consolation I had was that the school year was almost over, only a couple of weeks remaining. My sister had successfully outed me, without even saying a word. 

I was furious. Wouldn't you be? My bitch sister had just ruined my life, and I had to hide everything. It's not like I could tell my parents, could I? Worse still, I couldn't even give her an appropriate punitive response, because that would bring Mom and Dad into it. I had to bide my time. 

There was nothing I could do to explain away my problem. No one would believe me, anyway, as the first story always carries the most weight. So, if I was going to be damned for something I hadn't done, I might as well let the crime fit the punishment. Someone once said, 'there is no one so free as someone with nothing to lose'. 

My opportunity came a couple of weeks after 'the kissing incident'. I was just getting home, and Dad was leaving, going out with the guys. 

"Your Mother will be home in about an hour. Held up at work, I'm afraid, but she said she's bringing pizza, so you're in good hands," he briefed me, jumping in his car. 

"So, no one's home?" I asked, thinking I might get in a little Internet porn before dinner. 

"Just your sister. She's in her room." 

Ah.... So much the better, I thought, the time of retribution is at hand! 

I went inside very quietly, creeping up the stairs. Outside Natalie's door, I could hear music inside. I turned the knob, very carefully, happy that it wasn't locked, and pushed it ajar, just a hair. I stepped back. 

Bursting into the room, I surprised her. She was trying on clothes, and I caught her mid change, wearing just a bra and panties. I hadn't seen her in a bathing suit for quite a while, so I was astounded by her body, so lean and lithe. She screamed, of course. 

"Get out of my fucking room, you little bastard!" 

Right, I thought, almost a foot taller than you and nearly a hundred pounds heavier. 'Little bastard' indeed. You really need to update your material. 

I closed on her, pushing her over on the bed. If not for my previously exemplary life, I would be treading on dangerous ground, invading Natalie's privacy like this, but even if she told them, my parents wouldn't believe it. I pounced on her, and she struggled, but again, she was outmatched. During the struggle, her boobs peeked out of her bra, and since I had her arms pinned, she couldn't remedy the situation. 

"Not so much fun when you're the one getting spied on, is it?" I asked. She screamed again, and I put the pillow over her face, muffling the sound. She struggled more. 

"Natalie.... Listen to me.... I'll move the pillow so you can breathe, but you need to be quiet. Okay?" What I took to be 'okay' came from underneath. I moved the pillow. 

She screamed again, and I buried her again. Finally, she realized she would have to cooperate, or learn to breathe through her toes. I removed the pillow again. When I did this time, I saw her right breast was almost completely out of her bra, and her left nipple was out in the open as well. She had much nicer tits that I would have thought, with perky, erect nipples. 

"You really fucked me up with that kissing stunt, you know? Now I'm 'the guy who kisses his sister', and no one will talk to me, let alone go out with me."

"Get the fuck off me!" she snarled. "What do I care?" 

I noticed her phone, within reach on the edge of the bedside table, and picked it up. 

"Tsk, tsk, you left it unlocked, Does the camera work?" I threatened. "Selfies of your tits, sent from your own phone. Definitely not socially acceptable. Mom will shit kittens..." 

"Okay, I give... I'm sorry about what happened. It wasn't my intention to have it ruin your life. I just needed to get you off of me, and it seemed like the best way. Can I cover up now?" she asked, glancing down at her chest. 

"Um... No," I replied. "Your little stunt cost me a chance to get laid. The least you can do is let me check out your tits." She struggled again, only succeeding in making her situation worse. 

"Fine," she grumbled, resigned to her fate. 

"I gotta say, Nats... They're pretty nice. How big?" She glared at me. "How's this camera work, again?" 

"Shit!" she cursed, "34DD." Her response was embarrassed, but also proud. 

"Wow! Really nice rack! Seriously, Natalie," I said, honestly. I let her up, and she immediately grabbed the pillow to cover herself. 

"Thank you? Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?" 

"Take it any way you want," I replied, walking out. "We're not done yet, Sis. You still owe me." 

"The only thing I owe you is a knee in the balls!" she growled, slamming the door, and locking it. 

Thus began the battle, with each of us trying to get to upper hand. She had spied on me, then I had seen her tits, which were really, really nice, by the way. I didn't expect her to give in, and the ball was in her court, so I knew she would pull something. 

It took about a week. I was in the shower, and felt the temperature of the water change, going cold very quickly. I exited, drying off and going to investigate. I found the washer running, full hot, with nothing in it. Also the kitchen tap, and downstairs powder room tap. Little wonder I didn't have any hot water, and no question whose handiwork it was. Natalie was reading a book in living room, trying to hide her delight. Fine. My serve. 

Her room was right next to mine, and our windows were side by side. One day while she was out, I rigged her window with some fishing line that would allow me to slide hers sideways, opening it, from my window. All I needed to do now is wait for the weather I wanted. 

Two weeks later, clear nighttime skies made it very cold overnight, near freezing. The weather forecast had publicized it, so all I had to do is unlock her window, and let her go to sleep. 

I would have liked to see her face when she woke up in a meat locker, but her reaction when I did see her was worth it. 

"I don't know how you got into my room through a locked door," she laughed. 

It seemed to signal a change in the course of events, as there was less malice in the pranks. There were lots of stolen towels during showers. She stole all my underwear once. I tied all her bras in a knot. She short-sheeted my bed. I hot glued her phone to the ceiling in her bedroom and called her at two in the morning. We were nothing if not creative. 

Then things kind of settled down for a while. I was expecting her to retaliate again, but nothing happened. Days went by, then weeks, and she did nothing, even treating me with more kindness than usual. She was lulling me, and it worked. 

I was in the shower, and my mind was filled with images of a hot blonde getting ploughed by a black guy's huge dick, the last thing I'd seen on my favourite Internet porn site. There was a corresponding increase in blood flow to my dick, and once it was good and hard, I conscientiously cleaned it. Okay, that's just a happy by-product ; I soaped up my cock and was jerking off like a madman. I didn't hear her come into the bathroom. 

Suddenly, the shower curtain flew open, and Natalie stood there with her cell phone, recording video. She caught me with a handful of soapy erection. 

"Gotcha!" she laughed, but she got a surprise as well, arriving just as I was spewing my thick load on the shower wall. "Holy shit!" she hissed, her eyes locked on my cock as I stroked it, unable to stop. "I.... What are you?.... I mean..... Shit!.... I'm sorry!" Throughout it all, my dick kept blasting white goo onto the wall, and she kept recording, finally prying her eyes away and bolting out of the room about the time I was finished cumming. I was so stunned, I didn't even say anything, and my knees shook in the aftermath of my climax, so it took me a few minutes to rinse, dry off, and follow her. She wasn't hiding, and I found her sitting on her bed, the door to her room open wide. 

"Natalie," I began, planning a threat, but she held up her hand. 

"I know.... I'm so sorry. I wanted to catch you naked, but not.... um.... doing.... that thing you were doing. I apologize," she whispered. Her demeanour led me to believe she meant it. 

"Okay, Nats. Apology accepted," I replied, sitting next to her. I was still only wearing a towel, but no one else was home. "I take it you'll delete the video?"

"Yeah," she said, handing me her phone, "go ahead." She smiled. "Too bad.... It's pretty hot. I'd almost like to keep it.... Just for me.... For when I feel the need to.... you know." 

You watched it? Again? Already?" I asked, incredulous. 

"Oh yeah! You've got a real nice cock, baby brother!" she laughed. "How big is it?" she asked. 

"You don't really expect an answer?" I retorted 

"Hey, you wouldn't let me off the hook until I told you my bra size," she said, snatching her phone back, "so tell, or I'll show!" 

"I don't suppose you'd believe 'I don't know' as an answer?"

She shook her head. "Not a chance. Every guy I know has measured his dick, so I'm sure you're no different. Spill it." 

I sighed, beaten. "Nine inches." 

"Yowza!" she gasped, "That'll do the job! Pretty thick, too, from what I've seen," she continued, thumbing her phone to start the video again. 

"Okay, that's enough," I growled, yanking the phone from her fingers. I saw my dick squirting on the screen before I hit the delete command. 

"Party pooper!" she giggled, pouting. She caught the phone as I tossed it back on my way out.

***

"By way of an apology for my indiscretion the other day, I left you a little something on your phone," Natalie said. "Just keeping the field level." She smiled at me and left. 

I fumbled with my phone, eager to get a peek at..... whatever. There it was; a 45 second video recorded today. I pressed play. 

Oh my god! I thought, as the screen was filled with a view of what I assumed was Natalie's crotch. A landing strip of blonde pubes peeked out from between her closed thighs , but the thighs didn't stay closed, parting slowly until a very pretty pussy was revealed, pouting open like a flower. Bright pink showed from inside, before two fingers entered the frame, and opened the lips wider, giving me a view of her clit as well. Just before the screen went black, another finger moved in, and dipped into the wet opening, trailing strings of moisture as it withdrew. 

"Holy fuck!" I groaned, immediately rock hard. 

I walked silently to my sister's room, where I found her laying back on the bed, reading. I said nothing. She looked at me, and I kissed my phone. 

"Why, thank you for the compliment," she laughed, before whispering, "Now erase it. I had to. Now you do too."

"Okay," I begrudgingly relented, doing so. "Really nice, though. Really nice." 

I went back to my room, and closed the door. My dick was still hard, and I couldn't get my sister's pretty pussy out of my head, so I did what most guys would do in this situation. I pulled it out, and whacked off. I admit to feeling a little weird about doing it to thoughts of my own sister, but it was either cum or explode, so I blew my wad into a tissue. I did it again in the middle of the night, too. Natalie's cunt had me obsessed. It was as I was stroking myself for the third time that night I had an idea. A way to get more. 

The next day, just after lunchtime, Mom went out to run some errands, leaving Nats and I home alone. She was sitting in the backyard, reading one of her textbooks, when I walked up. 

"Sis, you you have your phone?" I asked, not really needing and answer. I could see it sitting on the table beside her. 

"Yeah," she answered, handing it over. "You're not going to glue it to anything, are you?" 

"Oh no, I promise. No glue," I said, taking it from her and turning away. I reevaluated that response and looked back. "Maybe sticky, but no glue." 

The look on her face was priceless. Surprise gave way to confusion, then outright lust as she pieced it together. "Ooooooo! Go bro!" 

Upstairs in the bathroom, I propped her phone up on some towels, facing into the mirror, angled down slightly to keep my face out of the video, since I didn't intend to force her to delete this one. I took a deep breath, and pressed record. 

I had stripped down to my underwear, so I began by peeling them down. I was still mostly soft, but the thought of my sister watching this while playing with her slippery gash, was more than enough to get me hard quickly. I gave her a profile view, as well as a front view, then got down to it, squirting a little bit of Mom's hand lotion onto the head and starting to stroke myself. It wasn't long before I began to ooze a little pre-cum, and I made sure she could see the drops as they appeared. Despite last nights abuse, I was pretty horny, and it didn't take long for me to be on the verge of cumming. 

Part of me wanted to prolong it, showing how long I could last, but I couldn't hold out much longer. 

"Gonna cum, Natalie," I growled, stroking faster. "Uhn! Yes!" 

A long rope of semen shot forward, nearly two feet, across the bathroom counter, landing like a freshly painted highway line. Another followed, and a third, before the final drops left the counter looking like a Jackson Pollock original. Suddenly, a thought occurred to me, and I decided to ratchet the lewdness up a notch. I rubbed the head of my cock around the counter, ploughing through the glop, smearing it about, and scooping up a big dollop, which I let drip back off. Finally, I turned the recording off. 

I sat down heavily on the toilet seat, trying to catch my breath. It took me a few minutes to regain my composure. I cleaned myself up, then dealt with the countertop, even using Mom's spray cleaner to do a good job. I dressed and left the room. 

When I walked out into the yard, Natalie was waiting impatiently, watching me approach her. I tossed her the phone. 

"Here you go. Enjoy yourself.... I sure did," I laughed, flopping down into the chair next to hers. 

A smile like none I'd ever seen crossed her face, a mixture of joy, lust and anticipation. She held out her hand expectantly. 

"Your phone please," she laughed, "tit for tat, as it were." 

"Yes Ma'am!" I gasped, quickly fishing my cell out of my pocket and handing it to her. She wasted no time, virtually running inside. 

Twenty minutes later, she was back, looking a little unsteady on her feet, and a bit dishevelled. She plunked down beside me. 

"Whew! That was good! I haven't cum like that for months," she laughed. "Thanks, little brother! Although, I guess... given what I've just seen... I need to drop the 'little' part." She smiled and handed me my phone back. "Don't hurt yourself." 

This time, I was the one racing into the house, and up the stairs, into my room. I ripped my clothes off, jumped on my bed, and pressed play. 

The screen went from black to blue. It took a few seconds for me to realize that the blue was a big towel, spread out on Natalie's bed. The camera readjusted as thighs appeared on both sides, then again as the rest of her body came into frame. She was naked, laying on her back, with my phone looking up her body from between her legs. I could see her pussy in the centre, her yummy tits at the top of the frame, but, as I had, she had carefully positioned herself to exclude her face. Her phone was in her hand. I was getting to watch her get herself off while she watched me getting myself off, and got myself off. If you think that's confusing, how do you think I was feeling? I was caught in a vicious cycle; lusting after a very attractive woman, with a spectacular body, that just happened to have my sister's face attached to it, hence the conflicted feelings.


Sibling Revival-ry Ch. 01



She was surprisingly vocal, commenting on what she was seeing on her phone, and most of the comments were complimentary. While one hand was busy holding the phone, the other was visible pleasuring her juicy little snatch, mostly rubbing tight circles over her excited clitoris. 

"Oh fuck, yes, stroke that big cock," she whispered from off camera, "Oh yes, I'd like some of that! Shit.... Yes! Shoot that hot cum all over me!" Her body twitched as her fingers went into overdrive, and she grunted, stifling a scream of joy. She finally wilted, and I was stroking my rejuvenated erection as I watched her big tits quiver with her ragged breaths. I figured the show was over, and was just about to restart it when her fingers dipped deep into the pink crevice that dominated the frame, coming out visibly wet. The fingers disappeared, and a moan of delight was heard, along with what were obviously sucking noises. The fingers went back several times, repeating the process as my sister licked her own pussy juice from her fingers, and I jerked furiously. 

One more surprise awaited. Her left hand started to circle her clit again, while three fingers of her right hand ploughed her gaping wide cunt. She plunged them, full length, into herself, slowly at first, then in an ever increasing rhythm that made her big tits jiggle wildly in the background. She was moaning, quite loudly, and her fingers were soaked with her juices, making slurping noises as she frigged herself like a maniac. Somehow, her left hand kept doing the circles on her clit, the masturbatory equivalent of patting your head while rubbing your stomach. I had no idea she was so coordinated. Then she did something else I had no idea she could do. 

Natalie squealed, her fingers an absolute blur on screen.... and she squirted! Drops of presumably delicious pussy juice flew about as she kept fucking herself, having added her pinky finger as well. A final, guttural moan of orgasmic agony signalled her peak, and she yanked her hand out of her abused cunt quickly. This time, the squirt wasn't a flurry of drops.... It was a gushing stream, that almost inundated my phone! 

Seeing my sister's cunt spasming and squeezing out a stream of sticky ejaculate was more than I could take, and I came too, sending arcs of my own white goo flying through the air. It landed everywhere, and I kept stroking, until the chamber was empty. 

Back on the screen, Natalie's naked body, soaked in sweat, had resumed normal breathing, and she sat up, her beautiful breasts vanishing from view. 

"That's for you, little brother," she whispered, "and thank you for my gift, as well. I'll cherish it." Fade to black. 

Cleanup took a while. I hadn't been as proactive as she had, so I had a bigger mess to deal with, but I managed, flushing the evidence, a luxury Natalie didn't have. Rifling through the laundry hamper, I found the blue towel that she had used. Since she usually did the laundry, I guess she wasn't too concerned with someone else finding it. She'd buried it at the bottom, but that was the extent of her camouflage. It wasn't really necessary to give it a close sniff, as it was soaked with pussy juice in several spots, and had quite the scent, but I did sniff it.... and taste it! She was delicious. I almost wanted to keep the towel as a souvenir, but put it back where she'd left it. 

I admit, I wasn't very steady on my feet as I rejoined her in the backyard, in much the way she had been. She looked at me and laughed. 

"Did you cum again?" she giggled. "Already?"

"Watching that?" I asked, rhetorically, "Oh yeah. Probably later, too. It was pretty impressive!" Suddenly, talking sex and masturbation with my sister was normal. 

"And exhausting," she laughed. "Satisfying, but exhausting." 

We heard Mom inside the house. She was back, and we had finished just in time. We looked at each other and smiled, both of us rising wearily from our chairs and heading inside. Natalie went on laundry duty, while I helped with dinner. 

I guess you could say that Natalie and I had worked out our differences. Somehow, I don't think our parents would approve of our methods, but what they didn't know wouldn't kill us. 

***

The next few weeks were fun. We didn't do anything else, each of us seemingly satisfied with our respective video voyeurism. What we did do was give each other subtle little compliments that indicated our delight. 

For example, one day, we passed each other in the hallway, just outside her bedroom door. She stopped me, leaned against the wall and rolled her eyes, silently mouthing "Wow" and "Thank you". Another time, she was walking into the den, where the whole family was watching TV. I wagged my phone at her, and smiled. She surprised me by sitting next to me on the couch, and actually snuggling against me a little. 

"Today?" she whispered. 

"Twice," I whispered back. 

"You're welcome," she smiled 

Eventually, the appeal began to wane, or maybe we just wanted more of the same. Either way, I didn't know what to do. It seemed like we had reached the end of what we could do, without crossing the line. I had to admit though, 'the line' was getting a little blurry. Every time I watched my sister's pussy spraying in orgasmic bliss, it got a little fuzzier. I had no idea at the time, but I wasn't alone in this feeling. I was the one that brought it up, however. 

I walked past Natalie's room. Our new relationship meant that our doors were often open, unless we were otherwise occupied, and this was no exception. She was in there, reading, as she usually was, when I stopped, leaning in her door frame, gazing at her. She stared at me for a few seconds, finally speaking. 

"You have something to say, or are you just going to stand there?"

"I was just wondering what was next," I said quietly, as there were older ears around tonight. 

Natalie smiled, and sat up, waving me in. I sat next to her. 

"How about a live performance?" she whispered. "Obviously, not now, but maybe the next time everyone else is out? No touching, just, you know, in the same room. Or would that be too weird?" 

"Nats, I think we passed weird a while back," I laughed, as quietly as possible, "but I'm game if you are. Deal?" I asked, holding my hand out. 

Natalie looked at my hand and giggled. "I've seen what you do with that hand, remember? Have you washed it since the last time?" I threatened to rub her face with it, and she laughed again. "Okay, okay," she relented, taking my hand in hers and shaking it. "Deal. Ooooooo, your hand is soft.... I guess Mom's hand cream is working!" 

She got me with that one, I had to admit, and I laughed, leaving without a return volley. My sister had just agreed to finger her pussy for me, live and in person! I wondered how long I'd need to wait for the opportunity. Until then, I'd make do with the video version. 

***

Three days. Three long days. That's how long we waited. Finally, both Mom and Dad were out for the evening, separately, but gone. 

Dad had left about twenty minutes ago, and I was watching Mom's car pull out of the driveway when Natalie walked up beside me. She watched silently for a few seconds. 

"Where?" I asked. 

"My room. Five minutes," she said, high-fiving me and racing upstairs. 

My hands were shaking, I was so excited. I stared at the clock until it finally, mercifully, indicated the requested time had elapsed. 

When I rounded the corner into Natalie's room, she looked as nervous as I felt. She also looked beautiful, having changed, brushed her hair, and even put on a little makeup. 

"Hi," she said. 

"Hi," I replied. The silence was awkward. "How do we start?" 

"Well, how about we strip for each other. One piece at a time?" she offered. 

I did a quick inventory, coming up one piece short of what she was likely wearing. "Okay, you start." 

"This was a lot easier on video," she laughed, slowly peeling her tight t-shirt up over her head. Victoria's Secret in blue supported her boobs, holding them up and out. "Your turn." 

I pulled my shirt off, having got the better of round one, as I often went without a shirt anyway. 

"I have a feeling I've been had," she giggled. "I've seen that much before, but I've got to say, you're built pretty good, little brother. 

"Thank you, Natalie," I replied, putting my hands behind my back. 

"Me again?" she asked, unsnapping her shorts. She grinned, and turned her back as she wriggled out of them, bending from the waist. A thin string of matching blue divided the cheeks of her firm ass, and I couldn't suppress the groan that slipped from my lips. She stood again, stepping out of her shorts, and turning to face me again. She looked incredible in her matching bra and thong. "I'll take that as a compliment!" she smiled, rocking on her toes nervously. 

My shorts hit the floor, leaving only my jockeys to contain the erection that had started to grow. 

Natalie licked her lips. "No turning back now," she whispered, reaching behind to undo her bra. She let it slide off her shoulders, leaving me awestruck. My sister was built! I know I'd seen them before, when I first retaliated, and again on my phone, but somehow, the fact that she was showing me her tits voluntarily made it better. She had some really nice, round, full DD titties, and I was staring. "Ahem," she laughed. 

"Okay," I said, skinning my underwear down. I wasn't fully hard yet, but I wasn't soft either, hanging heavily. 

"Wow! It looks bigger in person!" she gasped. 

"So do those," I laughed, waving to her big boobs, which now had very tall, erect nipples on them. Whether it was cold or my cock on display, something had perked those points up to impressive heights. 

She dropped her thong without a word, moving over to the bed, where she had spread the blue towel out again. She sat back against the headboard, and pointed to a pile of pillows on the foot of the bed. 

Take your place," she said, tossing a tube of lubricant over to me as I did. She spread her legs. 

Well, that did it! As soon as I saw that pussy again, my dick stood up, rock hard in seconds. 

"Whoa!" she gasped. "Now that's what I call a cock! Holy fuck, little brother... If I'd have known you were packing that, I never would have interrupted you with that little brunette, what's her name? "

"Brenda, " I answered. "Don't remind me." 

"Yeah, well, I'm sorry about that.... She probably would have loved that thing in her pussy!" she giggled. Her fingers were now busy diddling her clit. "Come on... lube up and stroke that big fucker for me!" 

Apparently, when Natalie gets excited, she's a dirty talker. Hearing my sister discussing my private parts with such obvious lust was a new one, and I have to admit that I liked it. I squeezed some gel onto the head of my dick, and started to flog myself. 

We went at it in silence for a minute or so. Well, relative silence, anyway. She was moaning and her pussy was squishing, and that started me moaning too. She scooted down a little, raising her legs higher, then hooking her elbows behind her knees. Her cunt gaped open wider. She had taken some ballet when she was younger, so maybe that accounted for the flexibility. Whatever the source, this position drove me wild. 

"Fuck, Nats! Your pussy is beautiful!" I grunted. "Seeing you like that is so hot, you're going to make me cum!" 

"NO! Not yet! We have to cum together!" she cried. "I'm getting close.... Stroke it good for me, little brother. Let me see you jerking that big cock, all shiny and wet!" 

I slowed down, trying to stem the tide, while she sped up, now jamming four fingers into herself while trying to set her clit on fire. The fingers in her cunt were hooked deeply. As close as I was, maybe two feet away, I could see her juices oozing up around her intruding digits. 

"Oh fuck yes! I'm gonna cum! Stroke your big cock for me! Shoot it while I cum! Do it! Ahnnnn! Yes!" 

Natalie shrieked. A trickle of pussy juice ran out of her cunt, and dripped down her ass crack, before she wrenched her hand out. I was pounding my cock mercilessly. She watched me and shrieked again, spraying her juices like a garden hose. Because her pussy was angled up, in this position, cum bubbled up like a drinking fountain, some of it landing on my cock and stroking hand. That set me off like a firecracker, and a long rope of jism flew out, reaching just far enough to drip down her ass. Another followed, but didn't have the range, landing on the towel to mingle with her copious discharge. 

Both of us gasped for air, winding down from our respective earthshattering orgasms. Natalie un contorted herself, her legs landing either side of me. I watched her pussy drip onto the towel. It was minutes before either of us could speak. 

"Natalie, do you always squirt like that?" I asked. She brushed the hair out of her eyes and took a deep breath.

"God, no! It'd kill me if I did! Not to mention the mess. No, it only happens when I'm really, really excited. I squirted on one guy, and he left.... Just got up, and walked out. Maybe he thought I was pissing on him or something." She dipped her fingers in her pussy, then licked them clean. "His loss," she smiled. 

I licked the spray from the back of my hand. "Mmmm Mmmm." I moaned. 

"More?" she giggled, dipping her fingers again and holding them out for me. "There's plenty? " 

She was right about that, and it was delicious. She fed me several fingers full. 

"We'd better clean up," she said, sitting up. She clenched her pussy, forcing the last excess juice out onto the towel. "Whew, it smells like a brothel in here. Open the window, will you?" 

Just like that, it was over. Sure we walked around naked for about another hour, washed the towel and sheets, had separate showers without closing the door, that sort of thing, but as soon as my dick began to rise again, from watching her wiggle and jiggle around, Natalie shooed me away and got dressed. 

Just before Mom was due home, Natalie found me watching TV. She plunked down next to me on the couch. 

"Thanks, bro.... That was fun. Obviously, we can't go crazy like that all the time, but I'd like to do it again. How about you?" 

"Shit yes!" I gasped, a little more enthusiastically than I'd planned. "I thought you were pissed at me, the way you chased me out of your room."

"Men!" she laughed. "No, I wasn't pissed. Pooped, yes.... Pissed, no! An orgasm like that takes a lot out of a girl, you know? Besides," she whispered kissing me on the cheek, "you were getting hard again, and I couldn't trust myself around that big dick. I might have done something.... wrong." She smiled, and left. 

I sat there, digesting the last bit of the conversation. Did my sister just say she wanted to fuck me? My dick was like steel. But that's wrong. But my dick was like steel. I can't have sex with my sister! Sure you can... Did you see that pussy? Those big tits? And what about the squirting? Don't you want to drink your fill of her sweet, sweet nectar? 

My brain was short circuiting. I knew which way my dick was voting, but my other head was having a hard time with the whole 'incest is taboo' thing. Maybe I misunderstood her. Yes, that's what must have happened. A simple misunderstanding. Boy, I'm glad I figured that out. Could have been really embarrassing. Case closed. 

Then why was my dick still hard? 

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Sibling Revival-ry Ch. 02



This is part two of the developing relationship between Natalie and her brother. 

All characters are over eighteen.

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Life with my sister settled back into the same routine. We still had our videos to placate our urges, and the parents didn't have a clue about our little mutual masturbation party. They were happy we were getting along so well, attributing it to maturity. If they knew the real reason, they'd both have coronaries, of that I was certain. 

I was still a little freaked out about our conversation at the end of that day. My logical mind was trying to convince my sexual mind that there had been a misunderstanding, and that despite her obvious enjoyment during our self-gratification event, she didn't really say she wanted to fuck me.. I, logically, didn't want to fuck her either, as she was my sister, and incest was wrong. Wasn't it? 

But... She's so pretty and has those great blue eyes and her tits are just yummy and her ass is spectacular and her pussy is beautiful and wet and it squirts... That was my dick talking. Letting him make decisions could land me in a whole heap of trouble. 

It didn't help matters that she was being nice to me. Not merely brother and sister tolerating each other without starting a fight... She was actually nice. She brought me drinks unannounced, shared snacks with me, did me favours without bargaining... You know, nice. If we hadn't worked things out, I'd think she was setting me up for a prank. As it was, I was worried she was setting up something else entirely. 

I wasn't sleeping well. Before, I would dream about her body, and wake up with a raging hard-on, eager to toss off. Now, I'd have dreams about her jumping me... Full blown, suck my cock, fuck me silly sex... While everyone I knew watched us. Our parents, grandparents, all my friends... Everyone. And of course, they all blamed me, and took her side. Needless to say, I didn't wake up from those nightmares with a woodie. 

While I tried to keep up appearances, inside I was a wreck. I had to clear the air. 

Natalie's door was ajar. I knocked. "Can I come in? I need to ask you something."

She swung it open, smiling at me. "Sure, baby brother! What's on your mind?" she asked, then lowered her voice, "As if I didn't know. God, I'm so horny, I swear I'm going to burst if we don't get a chance soon!" 

I followed her back in, to sit on her bed. I guess she saw the conflict on my face. 

"Uh-oh. What's going on?" she asked, moving closer. "Are you freaked out over what we did?" 

"No. I mean... No. Not what we did. More like what we might do." I looked at her fearfully. "You said you couldn't trust yourself, that you might do something." 

Natalie blew out a long breath, and smiled. "Jeez, you had me worried there. I was just flirting... giving you something to think about until next time. I guess I don't know my own strength. Don't worry. I'm not going to rape you or anything. We're just having fun."

"Something to think about?" I laughed, shaking my head, "Well you sure did that! Frigging terrified me! I was having nightmares." 

"I'm sorry," Natalie said quietly, and put her arm around me. "Poor baby brother!" she cooed, stroking my face. 

I felt better, but she was sitting awfully close to me. Also, she was pressing her boobs against my shoulder. 

***

The next day, I was listening to some music in my room when Natalie burst in, visibly excited. 

"Guess what I just found out?" she giggled. 

"That you've lost your mind?" I replied. 

"No. Well... Maybe, but... No!" she laughed, smacking me playfully. "Mom and Dad are going away for a week! Next week! We can play all we want!"

My dick said 'Yippee!' My head said 'oh shit', still unconvinced that Natalie didn't have more in mind. It wasn't unusual for Dad to be away on business, and it also wasn't unusual for Mom to join him, as she was an 'unofficial' employee of Dad's company, which was more of a family owned business. What was unusual was the duration, longer than usual... and us. We were unusual, and it was scaring the hell out of me. 

As if I didn't have enough to worry about, Mom went out later that day, leaving me alone with Nats again, and her car wasn't even out the driveway yet before my sister was standing in my doorway, grinning from ear to ear. 

"Why don't we use your room today?" she giggled, walking in without the slightest thought that I might not be a willing participant. She was looking pretty yummy today, dressed to kill in a satin blouse that matched her eyes, and tight jeans. She didn't waste much time, unzipping her jeans and wriggling out of them. The string of a black thong peeked out of her ass crack, matching the bra she showed me seconds later as the satin blouse came off. 

I was still laying on the bed, unable to keep from ogling her body, especially her jiggly boobs, threatening to fall out of her bra. My dick was wide awake, and when her bra hit the floor, it made the decision for me, standing up and making my crotch very crowded. I started to strip. 

"That's better... I thought I was doing a solo there for a minute!" she laughed, winning the race to naked by a wide margin. She tossed her thong on the pile of clothes, grabbed a pillow, placing it on the foot of the bed, and taking the visitors' dugout . She laid down. 

I finally caught up, dropping my underwear. I knelt on the head of the bed, as the home team, and let her make the first move. 

Natalie spread her legs, and got busy, fingers flying across her pussy. I retrieved a small tube of lotion from my bedside drawer, coated my cock with a coat of it, and followed her lead. It was quiet in the room, just slightly increased breathing to indicate our activity. The occasional moan, and a few wet, squishy noises came next. 

"Can I ask you for a special favour?" she whispered, her eyes closed as she circled her clit with one hand, and tugged her nipples with the other. She really was hot to watch. 

"What's that, Natalie?" I asked, stroking smoothly while staring at the moist, pink recess of her open pussy. Her lips were parted, swollen with lust. 

"When you cum, shoot it on me..." her eyes opened, "... Please? I love the feel of hot cum on my skin. Please?" she begged. 

Well, I could do that. It's not too different from what we did before. I'd actually got a little on her then by accident, and she'd done the same to me. I would just move a little closer when the time came. The obvious question, that escaped me at the time, would be how often she had been the target of said hot cum. I was learning all sorts of things about my sister. 

"Sure Nats, I'll cum on you. On your tits?" I asked. 

"Oh yes, that's perfect. Cum on my tits! Just the thought of your hot, thick semen on me makes me excited. I'm getting close... are you?" She had two fingers drilling for oil in her cunt, but my eyes were locked on target ; the large, round, shapes of her beautiful breasts, and her tall, tightly puckered nipples. The motion of her arm made her boobs quiver slightly, focusing my attention even more. 

"Oh fuck yeah... I'm real close," I growled, picking up my pace. I shuffled down the bed, stopping beside her chest. I looked at her face for a second, and saw her eyes, smoldering with desire, glued to my rapidly jerking hand and hard cock. 

"Yeah, that's it bro... Cum of my tits! Cum on your sister's big tits!" she moaned. "Do it!" 

I did, spewing a thick trail of goop all over her breasts, nipples and cleavage. I grunted through it all, panting hard. 

"Oh my god yes!" Natalie screamed as I hosed her down. Her body clenched, and she arched her back off the bed. When she finally relaxed, her eyes opened, and she smiled up at me. I flicked the last drop of juice from the end of my cock. 

"Oh yes, thank you so much, baby brother!" she hissed, trailing her fingers through the gooey icing. She palmed her breasts, spreading my load across them, and up her chest, rubbing it into her skin, before licking her fingers clean. 

I watched her display of utter lewdness, and felt the change. My sister was an absolute slut, of that there could be no doubt now. If this is what she wanted, I'd be happy to empty my balls on her big tits, anytime. 

Yeah, my big sister was a slut... and I liked it! 

I erased and redrew the mental line I wouldn't cross with her. Every time I did, the line got blurrier, less distinct, and harder to find. 

***

The intervening week took exactly seven days to pass, but felt much longer. 

The day finally came. Mom, Dad, Natalie and I piled into the car, and headed for the airport. Two hours later, we returned, sans parents. The drive home had been quiet. Natalie was the chauffeur, and hadn't had a lot to say. I was beginning to think she was mad, and wondered if I was the target. 

We made it in the door, and I had to ask her the elephant question. 

"So, Sis... My room or yours?" 

Natalie exhaled loudly. She turned to look at me. 

"Yours, I guess, but I have bad news. I can't join you today. I mean, I'll be there to watch, but nature is against us, or me anyway," she said sadly, "dammit!" 

"Huh?" I asked, confused. 

"My fucking period showed up this morning... Now do you understand?" 

"Oh," I replied, finally getting it, "crap. I can wait, too, then." 

"No you won't!" she gasped. "I've been waiting for another cum shower for long enough! I may not be able to get myself off, but I can provide inspiration for you." She did the model pose thing, hand behind her head, hips cocked, then laughed. 

"Wait a minute!" she giggled, "We are alone for a week! Why be all cramped in your room? Let's use the family room. More comfortable." 

Five minutes later, I had retrieved one of my favourite skin flicks from my room, and fired it up on the big screen TV, taking a seat on the leather couch. 

On screen, a blonde with huge tits was sucking a black dick that wouldn't have looked out of place on a horse. I couldn't help reacting, my dick hardening rapidly. Natalie was right ; we were alone, so I pulled my dick out, and did what comes naturally. 

Natalie walked in, looking at the movie on the screen. 

"Holy shit! She's gonna feel that one, tomorrow!" she laughed, then looked at me. "I see you started without me. And after I fussed!" she smiled, gesturing to her outfit. 

Natalie's favourite colour was blue, like her eyes, and with her blonde hair, it really looked good on her. Her attire now was no different. A blue satin robe reached mid thigh, hiding her top half but looking spectacular. Her legs were bare, smooth, and ended in a sexy pair of high heels. I began to wonder what, if anything, was under the robe. Despite the fact that the girl on screen was bent over and Mr. horse-dick was ploughing her from behind, Natalie had my attention. 

She smiled again, untying the sash, and turning away to tease me. The robe slowly slid off her shoulders, then dropped to the floor, leaving her standing before me in a sparkly blue bikini that my mother had obviously not bought for her. Her ass looked fantastic, and I think she knew it, jiggling it suggestively. She spun on her heels, showing me the front. Yeah, no doubt Mom had never seen this suit before, and never would. It barely covered her nipples. 

"What do you think, little brother? Do you like it?" she asked, swaying slowly. 

"Duh!" I laughed. "What's in it's not too shabby either." 

Natalie laughed and turned away again, shaking her ass at me. She began to dance keeping time with the cheesy soundtrack music from the porn movie, moving closer until her ass was nearly in my face. 

"How about a lapdance, Sir? I'll give you a deal."

I was stroking slowly. She lowered her butt almost into my lap, nearly touching my dick, and lifting away. Turning toward me, she shook her big tits inches from my face, again nearly touching. She was pretty good at this, teasing me enough to make me stroke a bit harder. Sliding lower, she squeezed her tits together, making a nice line of cleavage less than a foot from my cock. 

"Do you like my tits?" she cooed, already knowing the answer. I nodded. "Wanna see more of them?" 

I could play along with her game. I had to admit, she was driving me crazy with this routine. Watching her dance and jiggle her tits and ass for me was getting to me. I nodded again. 

She turned her back, wiggling her ass in my lap again, this time grazing my stroking hand with her firm rump. The strings of her top, tied in a neat bow, were right in front of me. 

"You do the honours," she sighed, brushing her ass across my hand again. I grabbed the end of the string with my teeth, and tugged. "Thank you," she said quietly, sliding her ass up and down against my hand, then standing. 

When she faced me again, the untied strings were trapped in the crease under her big boobs. She grabbed the ends, holding them taught, and dragged them straight up, pulling her tits up with the top. She lifted higher, until her boobs slipped out, bouncing nakedly into view. I groaned. She whipped the top off over her head, holding her arms straight up, and shaking her tits again. They swung and bounced wildly, unrestrained, and I groaned again. 

She turned away, and this time, didn't even hesitate to rub her sexy ass in my lap. The contact was no longer accidental. 

The small part of my brain that held desperately to the side of the line dividing incest from sexual abandon spoke up, reminding me that my sister was touching me in a sexual manner, and that was wrong. The little guy controlling my dick had his fingers in his ears, chanting 'la la la, I cannot hear you!' over and over. He pushed a button, and my hand moved out of the way, letting her rub her luscious rear end directly against my hard cock. 

Now she joined me when I moaned. "God, that's hot! And hard! Does it feel good for you too?" 

"You know it does, you slut! So fucking good! I'll bet you wish you had somewhere to put your fingers now, don't you?" I growled, undulating my hips to grind against her harder. 

"Thanks for fucking reminding me, asshole!" she giggled, slipping away from me and dropping to her knees. She cupped her boobs and jiggled them for me. "Are you going to cum on my tits sometime today, or what?" 

"Oh, alright!" I groaned, feigning aggravation as I stood. My hand, resumed it's rhythm, pumping furiously. 

"You do that really good, baby brother. One would almost think you'd done it before," she laughed, bouncing her jugs in her hands. 

"Once or twice," I grunted. 

"Ooooooo, sounds like someone's getting closer. You like the thought of shooting your hot sperm all over me, don't you? I'll let you in on a secret," she whispered, smiling up at me, "I like it too!" 

I growled back, panting harder as I my balls readied their cargo for shipping. Natalie rested back on her haunches, shaking her big breasts for me, when a smile even more wicked than the one she had been wearing crossed her face. She scuttled closer, her face inches from my dick. 

"Here," she moaned. "Shoot it here!" 

Did you ever see the Mythbusters episode, where they load an old cement truck full of a few tons of am-f-o, and blow it to smithereens? How one second, the truck was there and the next, it simply... wasn't? I swear, that's what happened to my mind; one second it was there, then my sister asks me to cum on her face, and... it's gone! 

"Oh fuck, Natalie! Oh fuck, uhn, fuck... FUUUUCK!" I groaned, and exploded in her face, coating her with shot after shot of creamy icing. She sat there serenely, eyes closed, mouth barely ajar, moaning softly, as I blew my wad all over her pretty face, hair and neck. Drips and drops adorned her tits as well, but most of it shone wetly on her sexy countenance. Somewhat surprisingly, I didn't get any in her eyes, although several tiny drops clung to her eyelashes. When my hand was pumping out empty chambers, I stopped, breathing heavily. Her eyes fluttered open. 

"Natalie... That's got to be the hottest, most disgusting, most incredibly sexy thing I've ever seen!" She giggled, and smiled. "Would you mind if I took a picture?" 

She thought for a second. "For your eyes only, right?" 

"Of course." 

"Promise? Even if you're pissed at me, no one ever sees it, right? 

"I promise," I said, holding my hand up like I was taking an oath. 

"Then go ahead, but hurry... It's running." 

I reached into my pocket, down around my ankles, and yanked my phone out. I framed her on screen. She closed her eyes, and I took the picture. 

"One more, eyes open? Please? You have such pretty eyes," I asked. She opened her eyes. "Perfect!" Click. 

"One more," she said, smiling lasciviously. "Ready? Three, two, one," she counted down, extending her tongue to lick her lips as I took the picture. She wasted no time scooping as much of the gooey glop into her hungry mouth as she could, while I took one more pic for posterity. 

"I had no idea you were such a bad girl, Sis. You've always acted so proper, when you weren't being a pain in the ass, anyway, " I said quietly. 

"That's what we bad girls do... Hide in plain sight!" she giggled, licking her fingers. "Fucking period! I could really use an orgasm right now!" she cursed, standing and walking out of the room. "What do you want for dinner?" she asked as she disappeared out the door. "Pizza?" 

"Done!" I said, flopping back on the couch. Her bra was sitting there, and I wondered if she'd answer the door to the pizza guy dressed the way she was. Maybe I'd seen too many movies. 

I promised Nats that I wouldn't get myself off again until she was back in the game. She wanted a big load to welcome her, and after three or four days of abstinence, she'd sure get one.

***

I woke the day after my lapdance, feeling terrible. My urges had rewritten the line again, and now I was regretting it. Sure, Natalie was fine with it, so one could argue that I should be too. No one was doing anything to the other, only with the other, but the little voice was still begging me to stop. 

Natalie, on the other hand, wasn't. She wasn't wanting to stop, she wasn't regretting anything, and she wasn't wearing anything, either. I went downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast, and found her cooking naked. 

"Jeez, Nats... I know Mom's not here, but don't you think you should put something on?" I asked, amazed that I would suggest such a thing. If she was my girlfriend instead of my sister, I'd keep her naked and in bed every second I could. Of course. I'd also be fucking the daylights out of her right now... ploughing her pussy... sucking those fabulous tits... Oh god! I was getting hard again, tenting my shorts. 

"Are you sure you want me to get dressed? Part of you doesn't, that's for sure!" she laughed, pointing at my crotch. 

"Look, Natalie, if you want me to save it for you, you can't be teasing me for four days," I said, appealing to her own urges. "It's not fair. No one has that much self control!" 

She smiled and took a few steps toward me, letting her hips wiggle more than necessary. I stepped back, but she kept coming, until I ran out of real estate, backed literally into a corner, and onto a chair, with a thud. 

"But what if I want to tease you," she breathed, leaning over, closing the gap between us to inches. Her eyes were sparkling, flitting across my face, and her pouty lips parted slightly. 

Oh God, I thought, she's gonna kiss me for real! She hung her ripe melons in face, then straddled me, bridging her legs to stay just above my lap. 

Her lips were closer, and I felt the firm swell of her breasts pressing into my bare chest. The little voice was suddenly speechless, but I was frozen in place. Her stiff nipples dented my skin. 




Sibling Revival-ry Ch. 02



"Just messing with you, bro!" she chirped, spinning away from me and bolting upstairs. "I'm going out. See you this afternoon!" she called as she went. 

I looked at my chest. Funny, there didn't seem to be anything there, but it was almost as though I could still feel her tits against me. 

My little voice moved the line again.

***

Two days later, we were in the family room again. Natalie was propped up on one end of the leather couch, legs spread, fingers furiously trying to make up for lost time. The movie playing was one from her secret collection this time, surprisingly an all girl film, with a mixture of body types, from skinny /athletic to buxom and voluptuous. Natalie's eyes were alternately taking in my hard cock and scene on screen, which was currently a brunette munching a blonde's pussy enthusiastically. 

I wasn't complaining. Girl /girl scenes were high on my hot list, and I was watching quite intently as well, though I did turn to look at my sister quite often. She was pounding three fingers home, making squelchy, sucking noises with her pussy, literally dripping wet. A small puddle was forming under her ass. 

Natalie was moaning loudly, watching as the brunette flicked her tongue around the blonde's clit, and dipped it into her gooey pussy. 

"Oh fuck, I love oral!" she gasped, continuing to work her fingers into herself. "Do you?" she hissed, surprising me yet again. 

"Giving or getting?" I asked, the words barely out of my mouth before I realized how stupid that was. I doubt there was a man on the planet that would turn down a blowjob. "Sorry, that was a dumb question, wasn't it?"I laughed, watching the movie and stroking firmly." Yes, I like to lick pussy."

"Any good at it?" she moaned, whimpering urgently. 

"What? Is there a test? I've only had a few chances. No one complained," I replied, wondering where this was going. 

"Oh god, l could so use a tongue on my clit right now!" she groaned, looking at me, begging without saying a word. 

My little voice started to clear his throat. 

"Are you sure, Natalie? Once we do this, there's no going back."

She mulled it over for a few seconds, proving she wasn't a complete slut, but in the end, desire won out. 

"Yes... I'm sure... I know it's wrong, but I can't help it! I'm begging you... please lick my pussy!" 

Silently, I moved into position. She pivoted her body, so I could kneel, putting her feet on my shoulders, and pulling me closer. When my face got within reach, she grabbed my hair and tugged, trying to pull my mouth onto her cunt. 

"Please! I need to cum so bad! Uhn, please!"

I could smell her. The bright pink interior folds were visible, and visibly soaked, as her engorged labia pouted open, like a sexy orchid. Both hands were in my hair now, and her hips were rising and falling. I'd never seen anyone so completely lost in need. 

"Please... please... please..." she hissed. 

She was my sister, and right now, only I could help her. I pointed my tongue, and touched her clit. 

"YESSSSS!" she gasped, twitching her pussy. "DON'T STOP! EAT ME!" 

Remember when I found the towel she squirted on, and tasted it? How about when she sprayed my hand, and I licked it off? Then she fed me some of her juices by hand. Every time, it was delicious. Now, I pressed my lips around her pussy, and tasted the source directly. 

Ambrosia, mixed with honey, butter and brown sugar. Something along those lines. Now she'd done it. There was no way to stop me. 

I plunged my tongue deeply, probing her moist crevice for more of the succulent fluids, finding them aplenty. Natalie's legs wrapped tightly around my head, making escape impossible, but who was trying to escape, anyway? Certainly not me. I sucked, licked, flicked, caressed, explored... slurped, slorped and generally consumed her sex, while she moaned gleefully. 

Natalie twisted her body and gasped again when my tongue swirled around her clit. 

"Oh yes... Right there! Please, right there! Don't stop... Don't stop... Don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop!"

I didn't, concentrating my attention on her little love bud, sucking it in between my lips, and she went nuts, screaming obscenities that were muffled by her thighs attempting to crush my skull. I heard something like 'm... ming', and my world got very wet. 

She squirted... gushed... sprayed... flooded... pick a descriptive for a sudden influx of moisture, they'd all apply, and my tongue was the cork. Her prodigious output was way more than I could handle, splashing my face, and dripping off my chin down my chest. 

Finally her thighs quivered and released me, her body slumping limply, slipping off the couch. Her eyes were open, but unfocused, her breathing ragged and desperate, while she moaned softly. 

I let her recover, while I surveyed my wet chest. Well, I was foolish enough to stare down the barrel of a loaded gun, so getting hosed shouldn't have been a surprise. Suddenly, something pushed me over, onto my back. I turned to see Natalie smiling at me. 

"In the future," she laughed, taking my temporarily neglected but still rock-hard cock in her small hand, "if anyone asks if you're any good at licking pussy, you may answer honestly that you're fucking incredible! To that I will attest! Now... My turn! "

She pounced on me, stuffing my dick into her mouth, and sucking fervently. Her lips danced along my shaft, pairing with her wet tongue to rapidly bring my balls to a boil. She bobbed, licked, stroked and sucked, cupping my balls with her free hand, and moaning encouragement, until the fuse was well and truly lit. My hips started an involuntary fucking motion, and she knew what was cumming next, looking into my eyes. 

"Oh shit, Natalie... I'm cumming!" I grunted, filling her mouth with scalding semen. She gulped it down, but she had asked for a big load, even making me abstain, so the volume was more than she could handle. The excess dripped down my shaft, but she was conscientious with her cleaning, only sitting up when she'd consumed every drop. She licked her fingers, and giggled. 

"So, I guess we're way beyond naked videos on our phones, huh?" she laughed. 

"Um, yeah," I chuckled, sitting up and holding my fingers an inch apart, "just a smidgen." 

"Then I guess," she whispered, getting that look in her eye again, "there's no reason not to do this." She stood, stepped over and straddled my lap. She mashed her chest into mine, and kissed me hard, and much more enjoyably than the last time her lips had touched mine. Then, it had been a distraction, but this was far more passionate. "Thanks for helping me with my... um... problem. You're the best brother ever."

***

The phone rang. I was in the kitchen, and answered it. We were probably the last family in town that had a phone... with a cord! Not quite a museum piece with a rotary dial, but still a wall phone with a tether. We had cordless ones elsewhere in the house, but time had stood still in the kitchen. It was Mom. 

"Hi Mom!," I said, genuinely happy to hear from her and Dad. 

That's when Natalie walked into the kitchen, and I knew I was in serious trouble. 

She was naked, and had that look in her eyes. You know, that look... like a tiger gives to its prey, just before the fur flies. I was only wearing my underwear, not much beyond naked myself. She started to caress my crotch, pressing her body against me, and generally doing everything she could to break my concentration. It's not like I could run away, as the cursed cord had me anchored in place, and I couldn't tell Mom what might have been distracting me. Somehow, I don't think she'd understand.

I was holding it together pretty well, doing my best 'palace guard' impression and ignoring her antics. Mom was giving me the rundown on their trip so far, and asking me how things were going at home, another question I couldn't answer honestly. The conversation was going smoothly... until Natalie found my weakness. Well, any man's weakness, really. 

She quickly dropped to her knees, peeled my shorts off, and... 

I gasped. She surprised me, engulfing my semi erect dick in her warm, wet mouth. My reaction did not go unnoticed on the other end of the line. 

"Are you okay?" Mom asked. "You made a funny sound." 

"Hmmmm? Oh... Yeah Mom, I'm fine," I said, trying desperately not to sound like someone was sucking my cock,, let alone that the sucker was my sister. "Um... the TV's on, and something I saw surprised me." Like my cock disappearing into my hot sister's mouth, for starters. 

Mom's voice started to sound like it was getting farther away. My head was starting to spin as Natalie's lips worked their magic on my cock. Mom's words broke through the haze, just in time. 

"So, what's Natalie been up to? You two are getting along okay, right? I know she can be difficult, but try not to forget she's your sister."

"Okay Mom, I'll try to, um, remember that," I said as evenly as possible through clenched teeth. If only there was a mute button on this old phone, I'd have a chance. As it was, Natalie had me literally by the balls, which she was tonguing right now, driving me insane. I went old school, covering the receiver with my hand, and hissed at her. 

"For god's sake Natalie... I'm begging you! Please... not now! You know who this is! Are you trying to get us killed?" 

She stopped licking my scrotum, and smiled up at me. 

"No," she whispered, "just seeing how well you can concentrate. You're doing well." She dropped her mouth over my shaft again, sucking with more fury than before. Her hands were a flurry of activity, stroking me, diddling my balls and grabbing my ass. 

"Honey, did you hear me?" I heard distantly, "I asked if your sister was home? If so, I'd like to talk to her." 

"Um, sorry Mom... I'm in the kitchen." I mimed 'you phone talk' to Natalie, who was watching me intently with her big blue eyes while she sucked me silly. She shook her head, and sucked harder, bobbing up and down. 

"No, Mom... Um... Natalie... No... Not home... Um..." I stammered, reaching the limit of my ability to resist her. 

"I'm only getting parts of what you're saying, Honey. That old kitchen phone must finally be packing it in," Mom said, thankfully coming to a far less damning conclusion than I had hoped. "I should let you go anyway... long distance and all that. Say 'Hi' to your sister for me. I Love You."

"Will... do... Love you, too. Bye." I dropped the receiver on the hook, and took a deep breath, looking down at my slut sister, her lips stretched over my shaft as her head moved up and down. She was asking for it. 

I grabbed her head with both hands, and started to fuck her face. Her mouth made sloppy, wet, slurping noises, and she moaned, grabbing my ass with both hands as well. She pulled my rod deeper into her mouth. 

"You started it, Natalie," I grunted. "Now you're going to get it! Swallow this!" 

My balls erupted, bathing her tonsils with all the gentleness of an over pressurized firehose. She gulped and swallowed, but had no chance to keep up. I continued to fuck her mouth, and she gagged, streams of cum running out of the corners of her plump lips, trickling down to drip off her chin onto her tits. When my hips stopped their involuntary motions, she was able to catch up, sucking the dregs from my balls with an enthusiastic moan of glee. Finally she pulled away, her lips popping as they slipped off the end of my dick. I leaned against the wall, and she sat back on her haunches, an obscene fu manchu moustache of cum around her mouth and chin. 

"Mom," I panted, watching her lick her fingers , "says Hi." 

Natalie started to giggle, cum strings swinging from her chin. When I laughed back, she escalated, and within seconds we were both howling. Eventually, we wound down, but I couldn't keep a straight face. She had my cum all over her. If Mom only knew what her precious daughter had been doing while we talked. Well... I'm sure she wouldn't have found it as funny as we did. 

We had three nights left before our parents came home. I wanted them to be special. Later that afternoon, I tracked her down in the backyard. She was getting some sun in that bikini, the one that would give Mom a stroke. I sat next to her. 

"Natalie," I said, "will you sleep with me tonight?"

"I'd love to, but our beds are too small," she replied. 

"Well... you know... there's a perfectly good king-sized bed going unused for three more days," I suggested, arching my eyebrows. 

"Mom and Dad's bed? Are you crazy? We couldn't do that!" she gasped. "Could we?" 

"I won't tell them if you don't," I laughed. 

"Fair enough," she smiled, "You're on!" She thought for a few seconds, then turned to me and peeked over her sunglasses at me. "You know... sleeping together could lead to, well... Sleeping together. Are you okay with that?" Her blue eyes reached into my soul, and beat the little voice into submission. 

"A few days ago? No... Now? In for a penny, in for a pound," I said, surprising myself. 

"Okay!" she giggled. "I look forward to it." 

Hours later, after a nice dinner together... not another pizza... My sister actually cooked, and it was good... I was in my room, listening to music. Natalie had been flitting around the house like a moth on crack all evening. I got the district impression she was excited about something. I know I'm just a man, and hence as dumb as a post when it comes to reading women, but even I could figure this one out. 

She raced past my room in the hallway, and I heard the TV in my parents room come on. They had a bigger flat screen than either of us, so I figured Natalie was just getting comfortable. About an hour later, I heard a voice. 

"Oh honey, are you coming to bed?" She was playing the domestic thing full tilt. 

"Soon!" I called out, without moving. Tomorrow was Saturday, so neither of us had any classes or jobs to attend. Time was not an issue. 

I guess soon wasn't soon enough for her. A minute later, she peeked around the corner. I would have expected her to be naked, given she had been sans clothing about half the time since our parents left, but she wasn't. 

She stepped in wearing a beautiful baby-blue negligee. Styled like an evening gown, long, and softly draped across her from the waist down, it snugly encased her upper body in satiny lace, wrapping up over one shoulder. A teardrop cutout put her cleavage on display. She looked incredible, and I was speechless. 

"Wow!" I gasped, when I was able, "that's some nightgown. Yours?" 

Natalie laughed. "No... This is far beyond my budget. It's Mom's. I'm actually surprised she didn't take it on the trip. Maybe it doesn't fit anymore," she wondered, tugging at the fabric that cradled her magnificent breasts so nicely. 

"Well it sure fits you!" I grunted. "Um, Nats, I know we're going to be using their bed tonight, but... Isn't wearing Mom's nightgown a bit much? Sleeping with my sister is freaky enough. Don't bring Mom into it too." My little voice had found something else to scream about, but in so doing, had attracted my dick's attention. I suddenly wondered what Mom's even bigger tits would look like spilling out of that gown. 

"I was just going through her closet, found it, and wanted to try it on. Don't you think it's pretty?" she asked, twirling for my inspection. 'Pretty' didn't quite cover it ; it was gorgeous. 

"Yes it is, and so are you," I replied, taking in the view. 

"I'll take it off before we go to bed, I promise. But," she laughed moving closer, "you should see some of the other stuff I found in there. She's got lots of lingerie, and some of it's a bit kinky. Who knew our Mother was a sexpot?" 

Who knew my sister was an incestuous slut? I thought, declining to comment on my Mother. 

She smiled at me, and wiggled her sexy ass to the doorway, where she paused and looked longingly over her shoulder. "Are you... cumming... Darling?" she giggled, and left without waiting for an answer. 

"Ooooooo boy," I breathed, "I'm in so much trouble." 

I turned off the music, and followed her, dousing my light as I left. It was only a few steps to my parents room, but felt longer. 

When I walked in, Natalie was nowhere to be found, but seconds later she reappeared out of Mom's closet, thankfully naked again. That negligee had thrown me for a loop. She slipped into the bed, and that's when I noticed that there were satin sheets on it. 

"Were these sheets on here before?" I asked, my mind filled with images of my Mother writhing on the bed, luxuriating in the sensual feel of the satin on her skin. 

"No, I'm washing the ones that were, and found these in the closet too. Negligee, lingerie and satin sheets... you do the math. I figured we'd have fun with these, then change them back, later," she said evenly. "They feel wonderful!" she giggled, rubbing the fabric over her breasts. She slid it down, showing her nipples, which were standing up like radio antennas. "See?" 

I guess there's no point fighting this, I thought, joining her in the bed. The sheets really did feel great. She was giving me a look. 

"Um, what are you doing?" she asked, crossing her arms under her abundant chest, making her breasts look even more enticing. 

"Coming to bed?" I asked, knowing it was an incomplete answer. 

"Well...  had a shower, and brushed my teeth, before I came to bed. I also I got undressed."

"Yes dear," I sighed, easing out of the bed. I dropped my underwear, and headed for the shower. When I returned, in about ten minutes, Natalie was watching porn on the TV. 

"Look what else I found?" she giggled. "In Mom's underwear drawer! Along with two vibrators and a twelve inch dildo. She's got good taste in porn though. The girls are all very hot, with nice, big tits. I mean, look at the rack on her," she gestured to the brunette on screen, with implants so big they almost looked painful. 

"I think she overdid it a bit!" I groaned. 

"Well yeah, I guess she did, but what do you, personally, think of breast implants?, she prodded. 

"Why the sudden interest?" I asked, looking at her gorgeous boobs. "You sure don't need to worry about it. Your breasts are perfect!" 

"Thank you," she blushed, "I'm just curious what you think, that's all." 

"Honestly?" I laughed. 

"Of course," she replied. 

"Well," I exhaled, "I, personally, feel that boobs are great, and within the parameters of a nice body, the bigger they are, the better. Natural is preferable, but I myself don't care if a woman's tits are original equipment, or aftermarket accessories. As long as they're present, naked, and accessible."

"Fair enough," she giggled, turning off the TV. 

The room went dark, but I felt her move beside me. The soft, warmth of her body gently slid on top of me, until her chest was pressed firmly into mine. I sensed her breath, warm and sweet, then felt the delicious softness of her plump lips on mine. This kiss was neither a distraction nor a thank you ; rather, this was an invitation, one I'd happily accept. 

When I was five, I thought I wanted to marry my sister, because I loved her. Cute, but naive. When I grew up a little, I was told that having such thoughts about my sister was wrong. Then we grew up... oh boy, did she ever... and I started to lust after her sexy body. After much consternation, I had recently decided that given the chance, I would not refuse her charms. 

I kissed her back, for the first time, and once she felt my willing participation, her lips parted, eagerly admitting my tongue. She was a really good kisser. It took about twenty minutes for us to come up for air. I rolled us over, and she cooed happily, wrapping her legs around me. 

"Do you really think my breasts are perfect?" she asked quietly. 




Sibling Revival-ry Ch. 02



"Nah, I just said that to get you into bed!" I laughed. 

"But, we were already in bed... " she questioned. 

"See? It works well!" I snickered. "Flattery so powerful it effects the flow of time!" 

"Uh huh. Right," she laughed. 

"Yes, Natalie," I relented, "I think your breasts are perfect, but if you tell anyone I said that, I'll deny it. Gotta keep up appearances."

Her lips were back on mine, and one hand was trying to guide my cock into her pussy's enthusiastic embrace. I pulled away from her kiss. 

"Wait... Shouldn't we at least use a condom?" I asked. 

"Nope. Pills," she gasped. "Need cock, please!" 

"What about diseases and stuff?" I added, oblivious to how that sounded. 

"I'm gonna pretend I'm not insulted by that," she laughed, not so oblivious to the way it sounded. "I assume you have always used rubbers with your girlfriends, right?" I nodded. "And I can assure you that I've done the same with my boyfriends. So that makes each of us virgin territory, sexual contact wise. I want to feel you, inside me." 

I would probably caved under much less logic than she used, since the head of my cock had found a nice warm, wet place to rest. Her hips wiggled, and I slipped deeper into her juicy orifice. 

"Oh fuck, that's it! Come on, little brother... Fuck me!" she hissed. "Fuck me good!" 

I pushed, and Natalie let out one, long, moaning exhale of ecstasy, grunting when I reached bottom. 

"Oh my god... I thought it looked big... but it FEELS HUGE!" she moaned, biting my shoulder as she tried to adjust to the sensations. "Hold still for a sec!" She let out a few Lamaze-like puffs, her hands softly stroking my back. "Okay, that's better. I'm ready, just be gentle, please." 

"Natalie, we don't have to do this," I offered. "I don't want to hurt you." She kissed me again. 

"That's sweet of you, but I want you to fuck me. I've wanted to feel your big dick inside me since I saw you in the shower that day. I guess my eyes were bigger than my pussy," she laughed, "but once I get used to it, I'll be fine, and it will feel incredible. I speak from experience. Now... Please... Give it to me." 

Always give a lady what she wants. One of the few things my father ever taught me about women, I doubt it was intended as a guide to sex with my sister, but I don't imagine many nuggets of wisdom were gleaned for that purpose. 

Gently rocking my hips back and forth, I started giving her short little strokes, just an inch or two to start, but enough to get her moaning her enjoyment softly. 

"Oh yes, baby, that's it... Nice and easy. It feels good, baby brother... your nice cock up my pussy... so good."

Natalie's hand caressed my butt softly, gently patting me when she was ready for more energetic loving. At least, that's what I assumed it meant, an unspoken communication that seemed to coincide with her vocalizations nicely. Like spurs to a horse, she patted me, and I went faster. 

"Yes! Fuck me, baby! Fuck my pussy! Ahn!... More!... Harder!... Harder!" she gasped, shifting her hands farther up my back, her legs tight around my waist. I leaned up slightly to gain some leverage, letting me give her longer strokes that ended by slamming hard into her sopping wet cunt. Judging from her comments, she was happy with my new plan. 

"Oh YES!... UHN!... UHN!... UHN!...YES, FUCK ME!... FUCK ME!... YOUR COCK FILLS MY PUSSY SO GOOD!... SO FUCKING GOOD!" 

The incredibly snug fit of her pussy was combining with my enjoyment of giving her pleasure, and her wonderfully descriptive expressions of sexual joy, to increase my own excitement level rapidly, until I had to ease up or explode. I transitioned into a slower, deeper grind, concentrating my attention on her clit. 

Natalie's jaw clenched, barely visible in the near darkness that my eyes had become more adjusted to, and she groaned... a groan that started in her toes, becoming an almost feline growl as I crushed her sensitive clitoris against the base of my cock and pubic bone. 

"My god!" she breathed, her body beginning to quiver as she approached her zenith. "My fucking god!" Her lips sought mine in a desperate kiss, and her breathing came in ragged bursts of anguished need. "Please don't stop! Right there! There! THERE! OH GOD, I'M GONNA CUM! FUCK ME!... FUCK ME NOW!"

My hips needed no second request, shifting immediately into overdrive, drilling her long, hard and deep at a pace previously untested. Natalie screeched, no longer using words to express herself, merely wailing a melody of rising and falling notes that reverberated through the quiet house and reached out into the neighbourhood. I grunted with the exertion, but also at the approach of my own climax, which arrived like a freight train, absolutely unstoppable. 

Natalie's pitch altered slightly when she felt my cock flex and spew inside her, and she pulled me tighter to her body, clawing at my back. Her hips undulated, milking me for every drop of cum I could produce. Her screams came to an abrupt halt, and she began to coo softly in my ear. 

"That's so good, little brother. Cum in me. Fill my hot little pussy with your cum," she whispered, "I love it!" 

We held each other, both of us spent, rapid, ragged breathing and pounding heartbeats the only sounds, but still filling the room to deafening levels. My body was coated with sweat, as was hers. She tasted salty when I kissed her, just before rolling off to lay beside her. 

Natalie cupped her hand over her dripping pussy, and scooted out of bed toward the bathroom. A few wet pussy farts wafted out, making me laugh, and she responded in kind, her girlish giggles echoing off the tile surfaces on the way to my ears. 

I saw her shadowy figure slide back into the bed beside me, snuggling tight against my side. She put her head on my chest and wrapped one leg over my midsection in complete silence. Her warm breath tickled me slightly, and I shivered, but she just moved her hand over the spot, solving the problem, and staying in place. Several long minutes of quiet breathing followed. 

"Little brother... I've got to say, you're pretty good in the sack!" she finally laughed. "Somehow, I didn't see myself saying that at any point in my life... At least up to a few months ago, anyway. You really made me cum big time." 

"But no squirts," I chuckled. 

"No," she replied, "it's pretty hard to squirt with your big dick inside me, corking me closed. That only happens with an empty pussy, Made me dripping wet, if that's any consolation." She rolled her head back and kissed me. "It was wonderful." 

We fell asleep in each others arms soon after, but she woke me well before dawn, her lips on my cock until she had restored an erection that quickly found a home inside her again. She rode me eagerly, hanging her big, soft tits in my face, urging my lips to her stiff nipples, a place I was quite happy to put them. I suckled dutifully while she played cowgirl, tall in the saddle. She came twice before she ran out of steam. 

This time, we spooned, me behind her, snoring happily until an arousing dream woke me and my little friend. Natalie's body felt so warm in my grasp, that I had to slip into her from behind, 

"Mmmm, that's nice," she whispered, "so nice to wake up to." 

Twenty minutes later, after escalating from gentle, sleepy sex into a frenzied fuck that had one of Natalie's legs pointed at the ceiling while I ploughed her hard from behind, I came again. 

"I've always liked it from behind," she whispered, clenching her cheeks against me. 

"Me too," I replied quietly. "What about in your behind?" I asked, joking. She had one more surprise for me. 

"Oh yes! I love anal, although, I think your dick might take some getting used to!" she giggled. "Didn't think your big sister took it up the ass, did you?" 

"No, I did not," I replied, still stunned. Conversation petered out until it was non-existent, replaced again by the deep, even breathing of sleep. 

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"Hi Mom, when did you get home?" I asked, opening my eyes and finding her standing over me. There was something wrong... This wasn't my room. The body next to me stirred. Oh right... Natalie and I were having sex, that's all. I looked back up at Mom, and she wasn't there. Natalie rolled over to face me, but it wasn't Natalie anymore. It was... MOM! 

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"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, sitting bolt upright in bed. Natalie had rolled away when I suddenly freaked out, waking us both from a sound sleep, and now she turned to face me. 

"Are you okay?" she asked, genuinely concerned. Her hand stroked my chest. 

I grabbed her, roughly mauling her breasts and handling her body. Yep, she was my sister, NOT my Mother.

"Ooooooo... I like the rough stuff!" she giggled. 

"Thank God it's you!" I gasped, flopping back in bed. 

"Who'd you think I was?" she asked, smiling at me. 

"Never mind," I exhaled, "just a bad dream." One that I'll be keeping to myself, thank you. 

"Well, I'm awake now," she laughed, sliding out of bed. The sound her body made on the satin was remarkable, like angels whispering 'sssssssexxxxxxy'. She stood quickly, her boobs rejoicing in their freedom by jiggling wildly. "Thanks to you... and last night's activities... I'm starving! What do you want for breakfast?" 

"Surprise me," I answered, unable to process much other than the images from the dream. 

"Be careful what you wish for..." she sang, skipping down the hall. 

When she returned, wearing a huge smile and nothing else, of course, she had a tray of toast and jam, which she happily shared. It took mere minutes to reduce the toast to a few renegade crumbs. 

I watched Natalie's tongue licking drips of jam off her plump, sexy lips, and my dick started to rise, not unnoticed by her. She reached under the sheet, finding the pole that had caused the tent, and smiled. 

"It would appear that someone is hungry for something else," she giggled, stroking me. She laid back. "Bon appétit." 

I took her again. Then again in the shower... the kitchen... the family room. The floodgates were open now, and we fucked all over the house, like newlywed rabbits. Between rambunctious bouts of sweaty lovemaking, we would retire to 'our' bed, recharging with numerous naps. 

I woke several times to various, shorter versions of 'the dream', less terrifying, but still in my head. Why was I suddenly obsessed with my Mother? 

Sunday morning, our last full day alone, I woke in bed alone. Last night we had continued our durability test on our parents bed... five times. Natalie was insatiable. She had offered me her ass, but we decided to save that until needed, when her pussy was either worn raw, or during her period. 

The smell of bacon was drifting up from the kitchen, so I knew Nats was cooking us breakfast. 

I thought of the weird dreams I'd been having, and the lingerie Natalie had found, and our Mother's newly discovered, by us at least, sexuality. I had to know. I really hadn't seen Mom in a sexual way before, but now, it was overwhelming me. 

I leapt out of bed, opening and closing drawers until I found the one I was looking for. A dozen or so bras, of various levels of utility and sexiness, sat stacked neatly inside. I lifted one and read the tag. 36F. Next one. 36F. That was enough for me. Mom was a cup size and a couple of inches more top-heavy than my sister. Also an inch or so taller, and more 'mature', her rump a little fuller and well rounded. 

I walked downstairs naked, a full blown erection bobbing before me. When I entered the kitchen, Natalie didn't look at me, busy cooking. She was wearing an apron... you know what they say about cooking bacon in the nude being a bad idea. 

"Nice to see you're up," she said, still watching her work. I moved in behind her, slipping my hands into the apron, cupping her breasts gently. Me hard dick also found the crack of her ass. A little grin crossed her face. "Nice to see he's up, too. I was afraid I'd broken him last night." 

"Nah, just bent him a little. A bit of a nap, and he's good as new," I whispered in her ear, fondling her softly. 

"Well, sit, it's ready," she laughed, looking down at my hands on her breasts. "That is, if you can pry your hands off my tits!" 

I reluctantly withdrew, sitting at the table. I sat, but my little friend didn't, remaining at attention. Natalie put the plate of food down in front of me, smiled, and dropped to her knees before me. 

"Save me a little bit of that," she whispered, pointing to the plate, "I see my appetizer here." Her mouth slowly lowered over my cock, sucking gently. It was a long, slow, luxurious blowjob, seemingly endless. Natalie took her time, consuming me like a stick of delicious candy, until the pleasure she was providing was just too much. My thighs quivered, and I erupted. She was ready for this one, and swallowed every drop without a spill.

Bacon, eggs, and a blowjob...a pretty good way to start the day, and what a day it was, a blur of fucking and sucking that wore me out. That night, we actually slept in bed. 

Well... mostly anyway. 

Monday morning, we got up early, did the laundry, and put everything in my parents room back to way we found it. 

Natalie stood at the front door, her hand on the knob, silently. We were headed for the airport, to pick up Mom and Dad. 

"I guess this is it, isn't it? We have to go back to being brother and sister." She turned, a small tear in her eye. "I'm going to miss you." 

"Nats, we'll still be together, and I'm right down the hall. I know it's not the same, but we'll get our moments to be alone. We will never be just brother and sister." I kissed her, feeling her pain through her lips. "Okay?" 

"No," she sniffed, "but we've got to go. Tally..." she tried to force a laugh. 

"... Ho!" I finished, and out we went. 

At the airport, Mom and Dad arrived, right on time. I high fived Dad, pretty much the extent of our emotional connection, while Nats and Mom hugged each other. When she finished with my sister, Mom turned to me. 

"There's my young man!" she beamed, and pulled me in, mashing her huge tits into my chest. 

Damn, those tits feel so good, I thought, suddenly unable to feel anything but. 36F. Lingerie. Porn. Dildo. Satin sheets. Hmmm. 

"Welcome home, Mom!" 

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Sibling Revival-ry Ch. 03



The adventures of Natalie and her brother Rick continue! 

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"Okay," Mom said, slinging her purse over her shoulder as she grabbed her keys. I was sitting at the kitchen table, and she bent to give me a kiss on the cheek.... and a peek right down the front of her blouse. I couldn't help it ; ever since Natalie and I had discovered 'the hidden Mom', her big tits had been on my mind constantly. 

"I'll be home in a few hours. I'm not sure when we'll see your sister, but if you could unload the dishwasher, I'd appreciate it." She smiled and turned away, wiggling her rear end on the way out the door. I watched her car leave. 

Less than six months ago, I would have used my solitude to take care of my typical urges, either via the Internet, or one of my DVD movies. Now, while the urges hadn't changed, the outlets had, with videos of my sister being near the top of the list, and fantasies about my Mother just behind. But while videos are great, the real thing is better. I picked up my phone, and texted Natalie. Mom didn't know where she was, but I did... just down the street at her friends house. 

"Hey Nats," I typed, "mother hen has flown the coop. Position available for fox." A bit James Bond maybe, but merely asking if she wanted to fuck since Mom was out seemed presumptive, and a bit dangerous. 

Seconds later, she responded. A single character. "?" I guess my code was unbroken. Before I could start to explain, another message arrived. 

"! On my way!" She had obviously figured it out. 

Five minutes later, I heard the door slam. I had moved downstairs to the family room. 

"Down here, Nats!" I yelled. Rapid footsteps came down the stairs, and my sister burst into the room. 

"How long do we have?" she asked, pulling her t-shirt off over her head. Maybe asking if she wanted to fuck wouldn't have been presumptive, after all, as she was obviously ready, willing and able. 

"Relax Sis," I said, still flicking channels on the TV. "Mom's going to be a while. We don't need to rush."

"Cool!" she giggled, plunking down beside me on the leather couch. Her tits bounced, almost flying out of her bra. She turned my chin toward her and planted a nice wet one on me. "It's been way too long!" 

Indeed, the better part of a month, since Dad's business trip. We'd had a few steamy kisses since then, several surreptitious groping sessions, and even managed a desperate muted masturbation in each others company, in the bathroom one morning, all of which only seemed to stoke the fires further. 

Whether we needed to rush or not, patience was in short supply, far outweighed by unrequited desire. Natalie remained by my side for perhaps a minute, before throwing her leg over my lap and straddling me. Seconds later, her bra was flying across the room, hastily removed by my sexy sister, so she could press her big jugs in my face. I nuzzled her globes softly, kissing and nibbling on her stiffening buds until they were threats to take out an eye. She moaned, stroking my hair and holding my head close to her breasts. 

My hands were free to roam, caressing her ass and firm thighs, running up her sides to tickle her ribs. She giggled again, trying to slap my hands away, but reluctant to move out of range of my lips, eventually just gritting her teeth and enjoying both the tickle torture and the fire in her nipples. She was grinding her pussy against my bulge, the warmth radiating out palpably. With a final groan, she pulled my face away from her nipple, grasping my head with both hands, and attacking my lips with her own. A kiss of fierce passion, it lasted minutes, not seconds, and only ended when she needed more. She slid off my lap, knelt between my legs, and set to freeing my tool. 

Her mouth had been missed, the sensation of her lips sliding smoothly around my shaft as I penetrated the sucking wetness driving me wild. She moaned softly, enjoying the taste and texture. It was only a few minutes until she felt that there was a better place for my cock. 

Natalie stood, unsnapping her shorts and sliding them down. Her shoes flew wildly as she kicked them off, socks tugged free next, leaving only her tiny panties to remove. She saved those for me, turning her back and presenting her ass. I skinned the stringy sides over her hips and down her thighs. She briefly stood and stepped one foot out, dropping into my lap again. Her hand gripped my shaft, guiding it into her cunt as she wiggled her ass down, finally seating it fully inside her. She flicked her foot, flipping the flimsy panties high in the air, to land on the mantle, hanging from Dad's bowling trophy. 

Her rump bounced in my lap, fucking me deep into her hot pussy. I cupped her bouncy boobs from behind, pinching her nipples firmly. 

"Ngahhn! Yes!," she grunted, "HARDER!" I took care of my responsibility, tightening my grip on her nipples, while she pounded her cunt down on my dick with more force. "Oh fuck, that's good! I'm gonna cum!" She laid back against my chest, leaned her head on my shoulder, and ground her pussy harder, panting and grunting. Her body shuddered, and she frantically rubbed her clit. I tugged and twisted her nipples... Bingo! 

"Fuck! YES!" she gasped, "Ooooooo my GOD!" Her ass quivered in my lap as her thighs trembled with her orgasm. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh... Yes!" Her blonde hair laid across my face as she shook in my arms, finally winding down. "Ooooooo boy.... Big one! Thanks kiddo!" 

Natalie rested, still impaled, on my lap, until her breathing returned to a more normal level, then lifted off, turned around, and saddled up again. Her nipples were red from my tight grip, and I sucked them gently to soothe them. After a few minutes of consoling, I twisted us around and laid her on her back, starting to stroke into her pussy gently. Nats hooked her right leg over the back of the couch, and pulled her left out wide, giving me maximum access. 

"Fuck me hard, little brother.... Fuck me real hard!" 

I went to town, pounding her with fierce, full length strokes, our bodies slapping loudly together. Natalie gave a shrill moan each time I drove my cock home. Maybe that's what gave us away. 

"Richard Milton Anderson! What do you think you're doing?!" a voice screamed from behind me. 

Oh shit! We're dead! 

"I go out for a while, and you sneak a girl in here, and.... and... and have sex with her!?" 

I hadn't moved, still with my cock buried balls deep in Natalie's pussy, my bare ass in Mom's direction. Natalie tried desperately to disappear into the couch cushions, blocked from view by my body. 

"I don't know who you are, young lady, but I'm sure your Mother would be appalled by this behaviour!" 

Oh God, Mom, unless you want to get the shock of your life, and see just how right your are about that, please just turn around, and wait for me upstairs. Then chew me out. 

"Get off her!" Mom screeched. 

"Mom, I'm begging you, please, just wait for me upstairs, please? This is my fault.... I'll take the heat, but please don't make it worse!" I said, silently praying she'd say yes, and minimize the damage. 

"WORSE?! YOU THINK ANYTHING COULD MAKE THIS WORSE?!" she screamed. "OFF! NOW! 

I looked into Natalie's eyes, seeing the fear there, not knowing what to do. Tears flowed, but she nodded. 

I pushed off the couch, and rolled away. The sudden change in mood had made my dick wilt, and it pulled out of my sister's pussy with a pop. As I stood up and turned to face my Mother, I stayed between her and Natalie, hoping I could sacrifice myself and placate my Mother's rage. 

Mom's eyes dropped involuntarily to my crotch, soaked with Natalie's juices, and limp, but not fully deflated. She started to say something, but froze, her gaze locked on my cock. She finally pulled her eyes away, and barked at me. "Cover yourself, young man! You're in enough trouble!" 

She stepped forward and pushed me aside, intent on identifying my partner. When she saw Natalie, trying to cover herself with a throw pillow, her eyes flew open even wider than her anger had made them. 

"NATALIE!?" She looked at me, then at her, blinking wildly, hoping she wasn't seeing what she thought she was seeing. "Oh my!" she gasped, her voice trailing off as her hand came to her mouth. 

She zombie-walked away, and up the stairs, without a word. 

"Oh, we are so fucked!" Natalie hissed, finding her underwear on the mantle. She dressed hastily, then sat on the bottom stair, her head in her hands. 

I dressed too, then took my sister's hand. We went upstairs to face the music. 

***

Mom was sitting in the kitchen, staring blankly out the window, as we walked in. 

"Sit.... Both of you.... Now please," she said quietly, without looking at us. Her eyes remained unfocused, and gazing out at the horizon. 

"I wondered what had changed between you two." she stated, her voice flat and emotionless. "You were getting along too well. This has been going on how long?"

I guess that depends on what you want to include under the umbrella of 'this'? I thought. Sex certainly. Oral? Touching? Masturbation? Nude pictures and videos? 

"Not long," Natalie spoke up, rescuing my thoughts. "We just got a little carried away," she added, in a candidate for understatement of the year. 

"Yeah," Mom snorted, finally looking at us, "I guess you did. More than a little. I suppose you're both sorry, huh? As if that makes it better." 

Natalie and I looked at each other sheepishly. 

"Okay. It goes without saying you're both grounded for the next decade," Mom said, a hint of a smile on the corners of her mouth. "Please go to your rooms.... ALONE... and think about what you've done." She realized that thought might not be punishment. "I mean, think about how wrong you were. I have to decide whether or not to tell your Father."

Natalie led the way up the stairs, with me right behind her. She stopped suddenly at the top step and turned to me. 

"One more, for the road?" she giggled, draping her arms around my neck and kissing me gently. Her tongue was not to be denied, pushing into my mouth for a few final laps. She pulled back. "I guess this is mostly my fault," she whispered, "I was the one that kept pushing for a bit more. I'm sorry." 

"Well, you didn't exactly twist my arm. It's not your fault," I replied, "I could have said no. To be honest, the only thing I'm really sorry about is that I won't get to have you anymore. You'll be tough to follow."

"Yeah," she smiled, "and you never even got to do my ass!"

"Now that's just cruel," I said, feigning an injury. "You'd better lock your door, or I might come remedy that situation." 

"I'm sorry... did you say cum?" she snickered, stepping in and closing her door. 

I went into my room, and flopped on the bed. Shit! Why did this have to happen now? 

The house was dead silent. I stewed for some time, then fell asleep. 

***

Mom decided not to tell Dad. She kept everything, including our punishment, between the three of us. We were assigned extra chores around the house, plus new duties to be added later at her discretion, and we got a couple of weeks of 'cold shoulder' from her, but all in all, it was worth it. I meant what I said ; my sister was one dynamite fuck, and would be the benchmark for those that followed. 

About a week after things 'normalized' between Mom and I, she was walking past my room while I was changing. I had my underwear on, and Mom stopped in my doorway. She stared at me for several long seconds, until it actually made me a bit uncomfortable. Finally, she said what was on her mind. 

"I can see why you and Natalie did what you did. You're a handsome young man," she said, her eyes sweeping across my body, "and she's a beautiful young woman. It's only natural that you are curious... but you understand it was wrong, right?"

"Yes Mom. I really am sorry," I answered. 

"Good," she whispered, giving me one more look before she left. 

I felt the guilt come flooding back, but guilt wasn't the only thing I felt. There was something about that last look she gave me. My little voice asked me if I had a death wish. 

Natalie and I kept our grubby hands off each other, not wanting to incur more jail time. Mom watched us like a hawk, and made sure our chores didn't result in time alone. 

It was about a month after we got busted that Mom finally relaxed her iron grip, easing our house arrest slightly as a reward for good behaviour. She made it clear that our parole was conditional, and revocable, at her whim. 

TV privileges restored, I was in my room watching something mindless when Mom came into my room. She took the remote out of my hand, killed the power, and closed my door. Then she sat on my desk chair, crossed her legs, and gazed at me. 

"Would you like to earn back some trust?" she asked, bouncing her foot. 

"Of course," I replied nervously.

"I have something to add to your chores. Is that alright?" she asked again. 

"Whatever you want, Mom," I nodded. 

"Good," she smiled, "but there are some rules we must agree on. Non-negotiable. Right?" 

"Alright. What do I have to do?" I asked, wondering what she was thinking. 

A smile crossed her lips. "It's not so much a what. More of a who.... Me."

Huh? I thought. I don't understand. She saw the huge question mark hovering over my head. 

She leaned closer, and clarified. "I want you... to do... me." 

The explosion I heard this time was my little voice, who just blew his brains out. He knew what I was going to do, and couldn't go through that again. 

Um, okay," I croaked. 

"Not yet. These are the rules. First, it goes without saying that this is between us only, but I'm going to say it anyway," she said evenly, "No one else knows... Not your friends, your sister... and especially not your father. No one.... Understood?" 

"Yes Ma'am," I breathed. 

"Second, no matter what we do together, I'm still your Mother. What I say goes, and I expect to be treated with the same respect you've always shown me, when we're not in the bedroom," she directed. "Is that clear?" 

"Absolutely." 

Third... Inside the bedroom," she whispered, rolling the chair closer, softening her eyes, and her voice, "you are the boss, and I expect you to dictate to me. You're going to tell me what to do, and when to do it. And you're going to treat me like the bad girl I am. Like a slut... A tramp. Short of peeing on you," she shuddered, "there's nothing I won't do." Her voice had a throaty, smoky sound of desire to it. 

Oh. My. God. I wanted to pinch myself. The thought that she could be testing my moral decisions never occurred to me, or at least, it never occurred to the part of my body that was now in charge. Yes, my dick had taken command of the bridge, and he wanted to confirm his mission. 

"Oral?" he asked, sounding surprisingly like my voice. 

"Just try to stop me!" she laughed. 

"Anal?" 

"Oh god! Yes PLEASE!" she moaned. 

"What if I don't want to treat you like a slut?" I asked, just to see what she would do. 

"Oh, please? Please... I need it. Please treat me like a sex object, a piece of meat, yours to command! Please!" She moved beside me, sitting on the bed. I hadn't noticed that she had undone a few buttons on her blouse until she pressed next to me. Her bra peeked out, along with a line of cleavage to die for. 36F... Lingerie... Porn... Dildo... Satin sheets...and submitting to my sexual whims. Wow! 

"Um, does dad know you're like this?" I asked as she squirmed beside me, undoing another button, and pulling her blouse aside to show me her tits. 

"NO!" she giggled, "And it stays that way. If anything, I'm the dominant one with him." 

"Dominant? Like in BDSM?" I asked. 

"Yes dear, except that I only like a little bit of bondage, no sadism, and a side of masochism. I like it a little rough, but not nasty rough," she moaned. 

"And I'm in control in here," I confirmed. 

"Yes. Complete control, although we might be more comfortable in my bedroom," she whispered, pressing closer. 

"Alright Mom. It's a deal. Now get out. You are to wait until we are together to please yourself." I was testing her, now. 

"Yes, dear," she said, standing and buttoning her blouse. She stopped at the door. "You learn fast. I'll let you know when we can start." She opened the door and left. 

My cock was as hard as steel. First my sister, now Mom? Somebody up there must like me. 

***

I did as instructed. EXACTLY as instructed. There is no way I was going to screw this up. I kept my mouth shut, did all chores I was asked to do without hesitation, and treated my Mother the same as always... as though she hadn't just revealed herself to be a wanton, submissive slut who was mine to use. 

It took a while, but Mom finally gave me the word, stopping by my room one afternoon. 

"Tomorrow, 1pm," was all she said, "Understand?" 

"Understood," I replied with a smile. 

I came to realize that my Mother was one hell of an actress. Not only had she hidden her submissive self from Dad for over twenty years, she gave no indication that she was less than 24 hours away from getting fucked by her son. Excitement, fear, indecision... there had to be a jumble of emotions going on in there, as was the case for me... but nothing showed through the placid surface. Dinner went smooth, as usual, but my head felt about ready to explode. 

Sleep was a relative term that night. Understandably, my brain was racing, making sleep difficult. When I was able to nod off, my dreams were scorching hot. 

At breakfast, I watched Mom's eyes for any indication that she was feeling what I was, but saw nothing. Dad went to work... Mom kissed him goodbye, as usual. Natalie had a 1pm class which meant she would leave about 12:30. Even when we were alone in the house, she went about her usual routine, as though our rendezvous was a set appointment, not to be rushed. I went up to my room to kill some time. 

12:55....I saw mom breeze past my room, headed for hers. She didn't even turn her head to look at me. I heard no extra activity, no calling voices, just silence, which made the passage of those last five minutes interminable. I gave myself a full minute to make it down the hall, a journey of perhaps twenty feet, just in case there was traffic. 

I stopped in the bedroom doorway. Mom was sitting quietly on the bed, still dressed as usual, which today meant a starched white blouse and grey skirt. Now she looked nervous, and when she saw me standing there, she stood and smiled. I closed the door behind me, and locked it. I walked over to her. 

"Mom, you're sure about this?" I asked, praying she wouldn't back out. 

"Yes dear," she whispered, licking her lips and averting her eyes slightly. 

"Okay, so how do you want to start?" I asked. Her eyes snapped up, locking onto mine, and she replied in her Mom voice. 

"I'll say this one more time ; in here, when it's just us, you are the boss. You tell me what to do." 

"Yes Mom," I gulped, watching her eyes soften as she submitted again. 

She stood with her hands at her sides. Her big breasts pushed out at the white fabric of her blouse, rising and falling with her breathing. Her blonde hair was neatly done, framing her pretty face perfectly. The deep blue of her eyes shone brightly, and her lips were looking very kissable, painted a blood red colour. I decided to start there. 

I moved closer. "Kiss me," I directed. 

She immediately pressed her lips to mine. I kissed her back, my tongue pushing it's way into her mouth. She moaned softly. I stopped kissing, and she immediately stopped as well. 




Sibling Revival-ry Ch. 03



I stepped back a bit, taking in her body again. With one hand, I traced my fingers up her side, past her breasts, to caress her cheek, neck, and hair. Her eyes fluttered, but didn't look at me. She breathed slightly harder. 

Treat me like a piece of meat, she had said. Okay. Like a slut. Not like my Mother. 

I palmed her big tits roughly, mauling them with both hands. She gasped, but made no move to stop me. They felt wonderful. I grabbed her blouse with both hands and ripped it open, sending buttons flying in every direction. Her breasts heaved with her excited breathing, bulging out of the cups of her pretty, lacy white bra. Hooking my fingers under the middle, I reefed the bra up, yanking it over her tits, which bounced deliciously as they fell free. I groped them excitedly, squeezing and stroking their smooth curves. She moaned, and I looked at her face. 

She was biting her lower lip, trying to control herself. Her body was shaking with lust. 

I bent my head and suckled her nipples, gently at first, but growing more aggressive, eventually biting the thick erect points. She yelped a few times, but her breathing told me she was definitely enjoying it. Still standing exactly where and how she had when I walked in, with her arms at her sides, she moaned and squirmed slightly, rubbing her thighs together and generally conveying the impression of tortured delight. I released her nipples, and stood up. 

"Remove your clothes, please," I said quietly, stepping back to watch. Mom did as asked, reaching behind to unzip her skirt, which she dropped and stepped out of. She was wearing white stay-up stockings. "Leave your nylons on, but lose everything else." Seconds later, my Mother stood essentially naked before me. A small tuft of blonde pubes peeked out from between her thighs. I walked a circle around her, checking her out from all sides. She was gorgeous. 

"Sit, please," I told her, and she sat on the edge of the bed, folding her hands in her lap. 

I paced back and forth in front of her, trying to decide which way to go next. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mom's eyes, hungrily following my bulging crotch with every step, even though her head was bowed down slightly. She gave me an idea. 

Playing the interrogator, I stopped in front of her. I reached down and stroked her hair softly, enjoying the luxurious feel of her golden locks, a trait she shares with her daughter. She moaned, and leaned her head slightly into my hand. 

"I'm going to ask you some questions now, Mother, and you're going to answer them truthfully," I began, suddenly gripping her hair and tilting her head back. On a rough scale of 1 to 10, it was a 3. "Do you understand?" I stared into her wide eyes as she gasped in surprise. 

"Yes! Yes, I understand," she groaned. I released her hair. 

"Good. Let's start with some easy ones, shall we? Who are you?" 

"My name is Larissa Anne Anderson," she said quietly, eyes down again, but locked on my crotch. 

"And who am I?" I asked. 

"You are Richard Anderson," she said. I was gesturing for more, so she continued, "My son. I am your Mother."

"That's good, you're doing great. So Larissa, I can't help noticing that you're naked. You have a very nice, sexy body, Larissa... especially your big beautiful breasts. You're proud of your body, aren't you?" I probed. 

"Yes," she whispered. 

"And you like teasing men with your body, don't you?" 

"Yes," she croaked. 

"And how does it make you feel to be naked in front of your own son? Be honest, Larissa," I reminded. 

"I... I feel dirty.... and excited," she said, barely breathing the words. 

"Now, how long have you had this urge to be naked in front of your son? When did it start, and what made you become such a filthy, dirty slut?" I laid it on pretty thick, but she was a seething mass of desire, so I gave her a chance to vent some of the pressure.

"I, um.... I... since the day I caught you.... caught my son having sex with his sister. He, um, was naked, and I saw his... his big cock. It was covered with my daughter's juices. I had to... have it," she finished. She was squirming again. 

"You want to have it?" I asked. She nodded. "To suck it?" She nodded again, licking her plump red lips. "You want him to fuck you with it?" I continued, following her in the third person reference. 

"Oh yes. Please," she growled, her voice dripping with sultry desire. 

"What kind of Mother wants to fuck her own son?" I added, knowing she was bubbling hot. 

"A very, very bad Mother," she whispered, unable to suppress a moan. The corners of her mouth flickered slightly, fighting back a smile. 

"How long do we have to play today, Larissa? " I asked, truly wondering. 

"Um, Natalie will be home about 4, and your Father is done at 6," she answered. 

"Then we'd better get started.... We certainly don't want to get caught, do we?" I laughed. 

"Oh no," she groaned, "that would be baaaaad." The last word was drawn out, her voice quivering. 

My cock was about ready to rip my shorts open by itself, it was so hard. I couldn't wait any longer, stripping rapidly. I watched her eyes when I dropped my underwear, giving her a first look at my fully erect penis. The last time she'd seen it, the situation had made me limp, but now, I was rock hard. Her eyes widened. 

I took my hard cock in hand, and stepped closer, waving it at her. 

"Is this what you want?" 

"Oh god yes!" she hissed, but held still, hands in her lap. Her nipples were so swollen, they were the size of my fingertip, and nearly an inch long. 

I rubbed my dick around her face... across her cheeks, where the abundant precum oozing out left a shiny trail, and her lips, which were quivering. She so desperately wanted to suck it, so I left it there for several, torturous seconds. 

"You want to suck my cock, don't you?" She nodded, but kept her lips closed, snorting with need. "You seem excited. Do you need to cum, Mother?" I emphasized the word 'mother'. She nodded again, rapidly. Her eyes were on fire, pleading up at mine. 

"Very well," I relented. "On your knees, slut. You will suck my cock until I cum in your mouth, and swallow every drop. You may touch yourself while you suck me, and you may cum, if you wish."

Mom dropped to her knees eagerly, but waited for permission. "May I begin?" she asked. 

"Yes, you may," I replied, looking down at her. 

Mom pounced, opening wide and plunging her mouth over the head. Her lips reached as far down my shaft as she could, almost reaching the base on her first attempt. Her left hand gripped the bottom of my cock, and her right wasted no time in diving between her own thighs. Wet squishy noises came from her soaked pussy, but were soon drowned out by the gurgling, slurping, sucking sounds her lips were making on my cock as she blew me enthusiastically. She was moaning loudly, too, and her lips clamped tighter as she grunted through her own climax within a minute of starting to masturbate. 

In my limited experience, I had felt that Natalie was a pretty good cocksucker, but she couldn't hold a candle to my Mother. True, I was very wound up from anticipation, and the long tease I'd put Mom through, so maybe I was a poor judge at this point, but my Mother's mouth had me on the verge of a massive, tonsil basting orgasm in no time. She was deepthroating me smoothly, a string of drool hanging from her chin, her boobs swinging in time with her actions. 

Mom shuddered, cumming on her own fingers for the second time. I looked down at her, into her big blue eyes. 

"That's my good Mommy slut. Suck my cock. Do you want me to cum in your mouth, Mommy? Do you want to swallow your son's hot sperm?" I taunted. 

Mom was moaning and nodding her desire, but never stopped sucking me. 

I felt the familiar tingle building in my balls, and she must have seen it in my eyes, because her moans and desperate sucking stepped up a level. Her lips were firmly pressed against my pubes when I came, blasting rope after rope down her throat, while she gulped and swallowed with lascivious greed. She vacuumed every drop from my cock, and was still trying to extract more when I stopped her. 

"That's enough, Mom. Thank you," I said, pulling away from her mouth. Spit dripped from her lips, across her chin, and landed on her breasts. She remained on her knees, awaiting my directive. "Please clean yourself up," I said, climbing into bed, "and join me in bed when you return."

She was back quite quickly, and virtually leapt into bed beside me, laying close but not touching. 

"May I cuddle with you, dear?" she asked softly. I nodded. "What may I do next to please you?" she whispered, pressing her soft, sexy body against me. 

Ooooooo, the list is quite extensive, I thought. I was mulling over other questions I could ask her, as long as she was answering honestly. I finally decided I didn't really want to know the answer to most of them, most specifically how often she'd been unfaithful to Dad. At 38, she was easily the hottest Mom in our neighbourhood, attracted a lot of attention, and apparently had quite the kinky side, that must have been getting satisfied somehow. 

Thinking about things like that was eating into my limited Mommy ravaging time, so I put it on hold.... the thinking, that is, not the ravaging. 

"Mother dear, do you enjoy having your pussy licked?" I asked, while caressing her side. 

"Oh yes," she bubbled, "very much! Do you wish to lick my pussy?" 

It suddenly dawned on me what she sounded like. Submissive, yes, but more like something from TV. We had the entire series on DVD... 'I Dream of Jeannie'. She sounded like Jeannie... The only thing missing was the 'Master', after every sentence. The attitude fit, as well. 

"Yes, Larissa, I do. I would like to give you pleasure, and I'd like to hear you describe what you're feeling. I'd like you to talk like the dirty, filthy slut you are. Do you understand?" I commanded. 

"Yes, I understand. You want me to beg you to eat my dirty, wet cunt," she cooed, "and make me cum." She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide. There was a sheen of chick slick on her inner thighs, reaching about halfway to her knees. 

"Please, my darling son... Please lick my hot, dripping pussy. Make me moan and squirm like a wanton whore," she groaned. 

That I can do, I thought, taking a place between her legs. Gladly. 

Natalie had a very pretty pussy, but Mom's was epic, with a huge clitoris and thick, meaty lips that dangled open around her oozing depths. It looked like the cunt of a slut, quite appropriately, but it tasted like ambrosia from a Greek goddess. 

My tongue did a few laps of the perimeter, enjoying her delicious flavour, playing with her hanging lips, and teasing her. She kept moaning and trying to move her pussy into a collision with my mouth, while her dialogue was enough to make a sailor blush. 

"Eat me! Oh god, eat my fucking cunt! Suck my fuck hole and make me cum! I'm such a horny fucking slut!"

I was circling counterclockwise, and when I got to the 6, I made a sharp left, going straight up, through her dripping wetness, and across her large clit, which was straining out of its hood. 

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yesssssssss!" she hissed, her hips bucking against my face. "Lick my clit! Suck it! Fucking bite it!" 

I moved on, now intent on avoiding her clit for a while, instead sucking first one, then the other of her thick lips into my mouth, tugging them out and stretching them until they hung more than an inch long. Her lips were engorged an angry red, and she was so aroused that her lubricant was visibly oozing from her opening. That was fine with me, since it was such a delicacy. I was happy to consume all she could produce, but that meant I was merely lapping at her like a pet dog, and not stimulating the part she so desperately wanted me to focus on. 

"Mmmm, your tongue feels nice in my cunt, but I'm begging you, please lick Mommy's clit.... Suck your slut Mother's clit, please! " Her voice betrayed her level of excitement, quavering as she spoke. Her whole body was shaking. Yes, she was a slut, but she was my Mother, and had suffered enough. 

The tip of my squiggling, squirming tongue headed North, continuing its dance until it settled directly on her ignition switch. It did tight little circles around her clit, flicking it from side to side as well. 

The situation was bizarre. This was my Mother, the woman who prior to a couple of months ago, I'd never thought of as a sexual being, and who I'd never heard curse. Now she was naked, writhing in bliss under my tongue, spreading her legs as wide as possible, and using language I didn't even know she'd ever heard. 

"Oh fuck yes, you motherfucking darling! That's my boy! Lick my fucking clit! You're going to make me fucking cum! Ahhhn! Yes! Yes! YESSSSS! " Her thighs slammed shut around my head, and she shuddered, twisting her body as a huge orgasm hit her hard. I tried to hold her down, but in the throes as she was, she was stronger than I would have thought, and she had my head trapped, so I followed her, rolling onto my side. I know she was screaming something, but her muscular thighs acted as earmuffs. Finally, her whole body relaxed, and she flopped on her back. 

I extracted myself from between her legs, and sat up, watching her big tits shake like jello as her ragged breathing made them rise and fall sharply. Mom's eyes were closed, and she was moaning softly. 

My dick had recovered, and as the saying goes.... 'there's no time like the present'.... to fuck Mom's juicy cunt! I guided the head between her lips, and pushed slightly. 

Mom's moans began to form words.... and the word was 'no'... but I was in charge here. I leaned over her ear and whispered. 

"Larissa, you are my slut to use as I see fit, when I see fit. Your cunt exists for my pleasure, and I want pleasure now!" I pushed in fully, sliding smoothly to the bottom of her swampy pussy in one stroke. 

Mom's eyes opened wide, and she groaned loudly. "Yes, I am.... your slut... fuck... me!" she panted. 

Don't mind if I do! I thought, starting to plough her cunt firmly. I stayed up on my arms so I could watch her big tits dance. Natalie's boobs were a bit smaller, and understandably firmer, given their age difference, so Mom's breasts moved a bit more, enthralling me with their liquid grace. 

"That's so good, Ricky," she grunted, "fuck Mommy's cunt like that! I'm your fuck-slut, baby! Your big cock fills my pussy just right!" Her legs came up around my waist, wrapping tightly and pulling me into her harder. "I'm such a bad girl," she groaned, "I should be punished for behaving like such a whore, fucking my son like this." 

I was sure there was a suggestion in there somewhere. Punishment was a relative term ; I was being punished for fucking my sister, forced to fuck my Mother and satisfy her slightly kinky desires. Suddenly, the phrase 'glutton for punishment' took on new meaning, and I hoped that I wouldn't be released early. But enough about me.... Mom wanted to be punished, which left one logical thing to do. 

I pulled out of her. "On all fours," I told her, catching her in a lewd little grin as she complied. She knew what was coming, in more ways than one. 

I grabbed her hips and slammed back into her, making her gasp in surprise, but I could feel her shivering in anticipation. 

"So, you're a bad girl, are you Larissa?" I asked while fucking her eagerly. 

"Yes....Uhn!... Very... Bad!" she panted between strokes. 

"What happens to bad girls like you? Do you get..... Spanked?" I asked, delivering the first blow in time with the last word. The smack echoed through the room, and she jolted in my hands. 

"Ouch!" she hissed, "yes, I deserve to be spanked!" 

SMACK! I swatted her ass again, and her head flew back, hair flying. She let out a whimper, but pushed back harder against me as I kept drilling into her pussy. 

SMACK! "Oh god," she moaned, "more...." SMACK! "I deserve more. I'm so bad, fucking my own son... " SMACK! "Nahhhhn! I'm sorry!" she cried, tears in her eyes. A red, hand-shaped welt was starting to rise on her right cheek. I went for alternative methods of punishment, grabbing her hair. 

She raised up on her knees, and I pulled her hair harder, making her raise her arms to stop me. My free hand went for one of her breasts, pinching her hard nipple and giving it a twist. 

That did it..... Mom came, screaming and bucking against me as I fucked her harder. She twitched and jerked in my grasp, finally falling forward onto her face on the bed, yanking her pussy off my dick as she did. 

I grabbed one leg, rolled her over, and speared her again, fucking her furiously now. I wanted to cum, and she was going to feel it. I pounded her, using her body solely for my own pleasure, with or without her consent. Ramming into her cunt with a vengeance got her boobs swinging again, and that sight was enough to push me past the point of no return. She was laying in an orgasmic coma, barely conscious as I fucked her hard, but when she felt my cock flex inside her, spewing hot semen into her pussy, she came to life, wrapping her arms and legs tight around my body. 

"Ooooooo, yes baby... cum in Mommy's cunt!" she whispered. My Mother held me close as I spilled my load into her warm, wet depths, cooing in my ear and stroking my hair. "Such a good boy.... So big and strong."

We laid together like this for a few minutes. Mom finally broke the silence. 

"I think we should get moving, honey. Natalie will be home soon." I rolled off her, and she quickly sucked my wilted cock for a few seconds, strictly for cleanup purposes, of course. "Mmmm mmmm, yummy!" She scooted off toward the bathroom, my cum oozing slowly down her leg. "I'd better have a quick shower, and rinse your spunk out of me," she explained over her shoulder, "care to join me?" 

Well, who could turn down an offer like that? I heard the water start. By the time I made it in there, she was already rubbing her soapy hands all over her body. I stepped in, and her hands moved to me. She smiled. 

"The last time I bathed you was... oh, a long, long time ago," she laughed, "when you were little." She cupped my balls and soaped my cock lovingly. "Certainly not little anymore! I'd love to give you a nice wet blowjob, but, well, we don't have time, and I'd like to keep my hair dry, if possible. Would you settle for a nice wet kiss?"

Treating Mom like a slut was her thing, to get her off, and I'd keep doing it, if it meant getting access to her eminently fuckable body... but to be honest, I'd rather treat her like a lady, and make love to her, gently and passionately. Maybe I'd get a chance sometime, but for now, a kiss would have to do. She was up on tiptoes, craning her head back to reach me. I grabbed her ass, lifting her a bit, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling her soft, slippery body up mine, until our lips met. She hooked her legs around my hips, and I turned us into the corner of the shower stall, leaning into her. The dual sensations of her big, soapy tits on my chest and her plump lips on mine had my dick showing interest again. 

"Mmmm, we might have to do this again," she giggled when her lips left mine, "Never had sex standing in the shower, but I'd like to!"

I reluctantly put her down, and we rinsed off. We towelled each other off... I especially enjoyed drying her tits... and I stepped out into the bedroom to get dressed. 

Mom came out of her closet, nicely dressed again for the benefit of Natalie and Dad. I knew what was under there, so wasn't fooled by the conservative suburban housewife routine. I stood at the door, and when Mom drew near, I unlocked and opened it, following her out. 

Less than ten feet down the hall, she spun on her high heels, grabbed me, and slammed me against the wall. She pressed her body hard to my chest and smiled at me, her eyes alight with life. 




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"That was exactly what I needed!" she hissed, kissing me frantically. "You will continue to please me in that way, every Tuesday at 1, as part of your punishment. She smiled again. "When you ripped my blouse off, I almost came right there. I would appreciate it, however, if you wouldn't do it again. That was one of my favourite blouses," she whispered, kissing me softly this time, "but it was worth it!"

***

Life in our house gradually returned to normal. Well, our version of normal, anyway. I continued to pay dearly for fucking my sister, by being forced to fuck my Mother. I know, I know... it hardly seems like punishment, and I wasn't viewing it as such. I found myself sometimes wanting to tell Dad what he'd been missing all these years, that Mom was a very complex and sexually diverse personality, but.... well, getting myself killed would be counterproductive. 

Instead, I kept Mom happy, giving her what she needed every Tuesday at 1, and honestly fulfilling my own fantasies as well. She was lots of fun in bed, and really liked it when I surprised her, being rough when she didn't expect it. 

***

I walked in the front door earlier than I'd expected to be home when I left today, thanks to a personal emergency in the teacher's life, cutting class short. I noticed how quiet the house was... but not silent. There was a vaguely familiar sound, barely audible, coming from upstairs. 

I crept up, following the sound, carefully avoiding the squeaky step three from the top, and moving silently down the hall. Mom's bedroom door was closed. I stood just outside the door, listening. 

"Oh, shit.... That's so good! Lick my pussy.... OH YES!" 

What the fuck? Who's licking Mom's pussy now? Jeez, she really is a slut! I listened closer. 

"Ngahhn! Yes! Suck my clit.... Oh god, I'm gonna cum, Mom!" 

I stepped back, stunned. Natalie and my Mother did sound similar under the right circumstances, like through a closed door and in the throes of passion. I had assumed that the pussy in question belonged to my Mother, since the licking was happening in her bedroom. Wrong! It would appear that my sister was doing special punishment with Mom, too. 

Life just got a whole lot more interesting! 

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Sibling Revival-ry Ch. 04



Natalie and Rick... and their Mother. Need I say more? 

Since no one's getting any younger, all characters are over eighteen. 

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I stood in the hallway, listening to... whatever was happening on the other side of the closed door. My imagination was running wild, but it was pretty clear there was some hot, lesbian activity going on in there, and that the action was between my Mother and my sister. 

I listened carefully for another few minutes, trying to decide my next move. Dialogue had ceased, replaced by a stream of blissful moans and groans. I reached for the doorknob, turning very gently, but it stopped. They had locked it, as I did each time Mom and I went in there. 

Pounding on the door would probably just get me in more trouble. I had to think this through, so I retreated down the hall, and down the stairs, again bypassing the squeaky one. Once I was safely in the basement, I slumped on the couch, and turned on the TV. Many questions raced about wildly in my head. 

How long had my Mother been feasting on my sister's luscious pussy? I had to assume that this was Natalie's 'special punishment' as well. Was Natalie doing Mom, too? Probably. I'd like to see that. 

I was still watching TV when Natalie found me in the basement, over an hour later. I feigned ignorance, claiming not to know anyone was home, and that I'd only been home for a few minutes. It appeared that she believed me, but she probably wanted to. The last thing she needed was to get caught. Again. 

***

I walked into Natalie's room, finding her reading, as always. I briefly pictured her pretty face, wet with Mom's juices, peering out from between her thighs. I closed the door, which, under the terms of our incarceration, was verboten, except for sleeping. 

"Are you crazy?" she asked, immediately rolling out of bed and walking over, planning to open it again. "I'd like to be ungrounded before I reach retirement age!" 

I stopped her before she could open it, and pinned her to the wall, cupping her big breast with one hand, and leaning down to kiss her. I had really missed her... those kissable lips, and of course, her sumptuous body. I hoped she had missed me, too. She resisted slightly, but only until my lips found their target, at which point she became a passionately enthusiastic participant, plunging her tongue into my mouth repeatedly. Apparently, my absence had been felt as well. 

"Mom will have a fit," she whispered when she came up for air. She pushed me away, and opened the door, peeking out to find no one. "Seriously, she'll have a cow if she catches us again.

"No she won't. I think a solution has presented itself," I replied. 

"Oh really?" she said sarcastically. "Been working on a time machine while I wasn't looking? That's the only way out I can see." 

"No," I laughed, "no time machine... but, I know where you were at 3:15 this afternoon."

She suddenly seemed nervous. I started to move toward the door, pausing just before I left to whisper a final comment to her. 

"Yes! Suck my clit... Oh god, I'm gonna cum, Mom!" I repeated, trying to sound like her. 

I never made it to the hallway. Natalie grabbed me, pulling me back in, and closing the door quietly. 

"Okay, I'm listening," she whispered. "What's your plan." 

"Before I tell you...How long have you been, um, 'with' Mom?" I asked, more out of curiosity than anything else. 

Natalie looked more than slightly embarrassed, and averted her eyes before answering. "Two weeks," she replied. 

"Really?" I asked. One week less than my special punishment had been running. I guess I'd been the pilot program. "Are you having fun?" I know it's cruel playing with her this way, but I couldn't help myself. 

She blushed, and I let her twist in the wind for a while, but she didn't seem willing to answer, so I prodded a bit more. 

"You are! Why, Natalie... you little, closet lesbian, you!" I laughed. "Is Mom really that good?" I asked, knowing full well that she was. 

"Okay, that's enough," she whispered, "are you going to tell me what you have in mind, or not? Mom could show up any second, and you're fucking with me!" 

"No, that's what got us in trouble in the first place," I replied, smiling at her poor choice of words. "It might be worth a life in prison for one more night with you, though." 

She smiled back, and looked at me lovingly. 

"Thank you," she breathed. "Now, get out of here. We'll talk more later."

Natalie opened the door quietly, and shooed me out. 

***

I did a lot of thinking that night. I had five days until I had to meet Mom again, and needed to work through all the permutations of this situation. I had the advantage that I knew about Mom's dual hypocrisy, punishing each of us for incest by performing more incest with her, but she didn't know that I knew about her time with Natalie. 

I ran through the apparent facts. 

Okay, so Mom had freaked out when she caught us fucking. I guess that's normal, when a mother sees her son's cock stuffed in her daughter's pussy. Mom had always been the disciplinarian, so the fact that she hadn't involved Dad wasn't strange, but it indicated that she was the dominant personality of the two, a conclusion confirmed by Mom's admission to me that she was the aggressor in bed with him. She had the power, and had our futures in the palm of her hand. 

Then, out of nowhere, and in secret of course, she approaches me, proposing our current situation. She gives up control to one of the people she had total control over, surrendering herself for my use as a sexual plaything, and obviously enjoying it immensely. 

By joining us in our illicit activities, she showed how kinky she was, but by keeping us apart, she still flexed her muscle. It seemed like she liked to do the opposite of what was expected. By dominating Dad, instead of letting him lead, no sexist comment intended, she differed from the norm. Fucking her own son, and eating her daughter's pussy... certainly defying social convention, and by giving up control to me, she abdicated her role, at least temporarily, as parent. 

Maybe that was the whole point. Submitting to me, half her age, one person who was expected to obey her commands, and forbidden fruit under the tenants of society... was the ultimate flip side. 

Of course, I didn't want to do anything that would end up hurting Mom. I would never go public with any of the information I had, regardless of the situation. I loved my Mother, and that had nothing to do my getting to make love with my Mother. All I wanted was my freedom back. 

***

"So, Rick... what are you planning to do with this information?" Natalie whispered as she came in and sat on my desk chair. She had done a scan of the hallway before she came in, and made sure Mom was downstairs and occupied. "Blackmail?" 

"Well, yeah, in a way. At the very least," I replied quietly, "I think our punishment is over. No more grounding. But I think we can do much better than merely regaining our freedom."

Natalie sighed. "Too bad. I was kind of enjoying my time with Mom. No one can lick a girl's pussy like another woman, not even you, baby brother. I'll miss her."

I debated whether or not to tell her that I also was enjoying my time in Mom's bedroom, for largely the same reasons. No, I'll keep that to myself for now. Besides, just because we would be free didn't mean we had to stop sampling Mom's charms. Perhaps we could do it together. 

"Nats... How would you like to have Mom as your sexual slave? You could tell her what to do, and when to do it." 

"Well," she giggled, "you may find this hard to believe, but that's sort of what I'm doing with her now. When we're together in there... " 

Natalie stood up and moved silently to the door, holding her hand up to quiet me. She peeked out and listened carefully. Satisfied, she returned, this time sitting beside me on the bed. She continued her thoughts. 

"When Mom and I are in the bedroom, I'm in control," she whispered. "Kinky, huh?" 

Actually, it's pretty normal, now, I thought. So Mom is running the same scam on both of us. Perfect. We definitely have her now. 

I was just about to say something when she bolted out the door, checking on Mom again. Her head peeked around the corner. 

"Later," she whispered, and disappeared. 

***

Later indeed. That weekend, we managed to formulate a plan. I'd fill you in, but that would spoil the surprise. All I can tell you is that Natalie would make sure the door was unlocked on Wednesday, and I would catch them, in flagrante delicto, sapphic style. 

Of course, all of that would take place after I spent my usual Tuesday afternoon session in my Mother's bedroom. I hadn't yet sampled her ass. Maybe this week would be the first time. 

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"Hi Larissa," I said happily as I entered her bedroom, just before 1pm Tuesday afternoon. "What would you like to do today?" 

Mom was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, knees close together, hands folded neatly in her lap. She was dressed in her usual conservative fashion ; brown, knee length skirt and crisp white blouse, buttoned up fully, save for the top button. 

"I only wish to please you, my darling. I exist for your pleasure," she said softly. 

That's right, Mom, and since this might be our last time together, we're going to make the most of it. I'd snagged one of Dad's little blue friends from their medicine cabinet earlier, and I was planning to fuck her until she couldn't stand up, using every bit of the four hours we had for fun. 

"Very good. Did you do as I asked Larissa? Have you dressed in your naughtiest underwear? Are you a slut under your suburban housewife clothes? "

"Yes, darling. Would you like to see?" she asked, still sitting in place. 

"Absolutely. Please strip for me," I said sitting on the corner of the bed. 

Mom stood, reaching behind her head to free her long wavy hair from its restraining ponytail. As she did, I saw the district points of two, very erect nipples poking at the white cotton of her blouse. She shook her hair loose, and subtly dispatched another few buttons on her top, which displayed the deep crease of cleavage between her delicious breasts as she stepped over in front, and turned to face me. 

"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked quietly, leaning forward. Her big tits hung in the open neckline of her top. "Am I sexy enough for you?" She slid closer, until her breasts were inches from my face, with her fragrant curls dangling like a blonde curtain around my head. I rubbed my face into the smooth, firm curves of her boobs, moaning as I delighted in the feel of their resilient fullness. 

"Mmmm, yes, Larissa. I think you're very pretty, and soooooooooo sexy. What have you got on under there?" I asked. 

"I'll show you," she whispered, "unless you want to do it yourself?" 

Actually, that sounded like a great idea. While I had ripped her clothes off on our first 'date', I'd let her get naked at my command since. There was something to be said for feeling her body through her clothes, and revealing every inch myself. 

My hands moved up to hold her breasts, so big, round and heavy, definitely a handful each. Her stiff nipples pressed into my palms, like not-so-little pebbles. Mom's hands rested on my shoulders, and she groaned while I fondled and nuzzled her chest. There was something in the way, under just the lower portion of each globe, and my curiosity led me to undo another button, then another, and another, until her blouse was wide open. Shiny, smooth, white satin covered her midsection, except up the front, where it was laced together with satiny ties. The bustier had very brief, quarter cups, which her melons spilled out of enticingly. I whistled. 

"Very nice, Larissa. Very nice indeed. Part of a set?" I asked, and ran one hand down over her ass, feeling the bumps of her garters, then the smooth silky texture of her nylon clad legs. "It is!" 

I grabbed her ass with both hands, kneading the firm flesh, and she moaned again. I put my hands on her hips, and turned her around, reaching up under her skirt with one hand while the other one unbuttoned and unzipped it. The hand under her skirt felt the blazing heat of her oozing pussy, peeking out through her crotchless panties. Her skirt fell freely down her thighs, and she stepped clear of it. 

Okay, I hope you've been paying attention so far, but if not, let me just reiterate ; my Mother is fucking gorgeous. About 5'6", athletic, but with pleasantly feminine curves, and my personal favourite, big, full 36F tits. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slutty sexual appetite that was as surprising as her underwear. She stepped back, draped the open blouse off her shoulders, and gave me a view of the whole package. It was quite a view. 

She had six inch stilettos on her sexy feet, and I hadn't noticed them until her skirt had fallen around them. The nylons, white, to match the bustier, made her legs look longer, and leaner. Crotchless panties, hardly worth the effort, let her thick pouty pussy lips dangle open between her thighs. Her clit stood, huge and pink, begging for attention. The satin of the bustier cinched her waist tightly, enhancing the hourglass shape of her figure, and making her tits look even bigger. She was sex incarnate, and obviously feeling the effects. She shifted from one foot to the other, fidgeting with lust, rubbing her thighs together. 

"Horny, Larissa?" I teased. She wasn't the only one. I was rock hard. 

"Yes dear," she hissed. "So very horny. Please, let me please you." 

"In a minute, Mom," I answered, standing and walking over to her bedside cabinet. I opened the bottom drawer, and lifted aside some scarves, coming out with two sets of handcuffs. They were cushioned with pink foam and feathers. I'd found them the day Natalie and I had explored this room, and each other, when my parents were away. 

"Yours?" I asked as I turned back. She looked down, and nodded, embarrassed. I walked around behind her, removed her blouse, and patted her ass playfully. "Hands, please," I said, and she obeyed, putting both wrists in range while I snapped the restraints in place. I tossed the second set on the bed. "On your knees," I instructed, helping her down. I unzipped my pants, dropped them, and kicked them off, then did the same with my underwear, which was incapable of dealing with the bulge of hard meat within. Only then did I step back in front of her. 

I watched her eyes, locked hungrily on my erection. She saw the pre-cum oozing from the head, and licked her lips unconsciously. As I continued around in front of her, her eyes never left my dick . 

"Would you like to suck my cock, Mom?" I asked, moving around behind her again. 

"Oh fuck yes!" she groaned. "I mean, if that's what you want me to do." 

I stepped closer, rubbing my hard tool against the side of her neck. She was shivering with need. 

"It's okay to ask for what you want, Larissa. I'll ask you again...do you want to suck my cock?" I repeated, enjoying the feel of her silky hair against my sensitive skin. "Do you want me to fuck your pretty mouth, and cum down your throat?"

"Yes!" she gasped, her voice a smokey rasp. "Please... Let me suck your big, hard cock! Please fuck my mouth, and use me! Cum in my mouth!" 

"Later," I said. I was still behind her, and pushed her forward, bending her over the edge of the bed. Her beautiful, sexy rump jutted out. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she was powerless to stop me, as I knelt behind her and pressed my cock head into her juicy snatch. A long moan escaped her as I slid into her, all the way, in one long, slow thrust. I had a choice of handles ; her hands, or her hair. I chose her hair, grabbing a handful and tugging, pulling her head back as I started to fuck her. She grunted with each stroke. I had no interest in being gentle, right now, pounding her hard from behind. 

"Oh my god, fuck me!" she moaned, barely audible over the slapping of our bodies smashing together. My cock felt harder than it had ever been, and I expected that it would stay that way, with the pharmaceutical assistance, so I wasn't going to hold back. I did have a plan, though. 

"Does my cock feel good in your cunt, Mom?" I whispered, bending closer to her ear. "Are you going to cum?" 

"Oh yes! So good! So fucking good!" she groaned, absorbing my furious thrusts. "Gonna cum! Gonna cum!"

Not now you're not, I thought, pulling out of her pussy abruptly. I stood, and pulled her back up onto her knees, taking a place in front of her. She whimpered at the sudden departure of my thick probe from her aching hole, pouting like a disappointed child. My cock was slick with her succulent juices, and left a trail of it smeared across her cheeks as I rubbed my rod on her face. Her mouth opened and engulfed my hard dick eagerly, with a moan of delight. 

I put one hand on top of her head, and thrust into her mouth with a relatively gentle rhythm. Since her hands were still behind her back, she was at my mercy, and wasn't even able to touch herself. As such, I wasn't sure if the moans she was emitting were those denoting pleasure, or those of utter frustration. I fucked her face for a few minutes until I felt a tingle in my balls. Time to move on. 

I stepped back, pulling my dick out of her mouth with a slurping 'pop'. Mom groaned, and tried to follow, nearly falling over in the process. Saliva dripped from her chin onto her prominent breasts, which was perfect for the next part of my plan. I walked around behind her, and helped her up to her feet, turning her to sit on the bed. 

Now I knelt in front of her, and began to slowly unlace the front of her bustier, completely baring her massive boobs. Once fully exposed, I leaned in and nibbled on her tits lovingly, and this time, there was no doubt she was enjoying it. But, it wasn't enough to get her off, and her breathing took on a sense of desperation. 

I uncuffed one hand, and helped her flat on her back before I cuffed her again, this time with her arms above her head, attached to the headboard. She struggled weakly, but resigned herself to her fate, even smiling slightly when I straddled her body and rested my hard cock on her breasts. 

My Mother had a chest that was perfect for a nice relaxing tit-fuck. Those big F-cup beauties were so soft, yet firm and resilient, and they made a perfect receptacle for my hard dick. We hadn't done this yet either, but that was about to change. With her arms stretched up over her head, her boobs were pulled up higher on her chest, looking very, very fuckable. 

"Are you going to fuck Mommy's big tits?" she asked, shaking them at me. "I can't wait to see and feel your big, hard cock between my tits."

She wasn't the only one eager to experience the meeting of my hard flesh and her soft globes, as I'd been looking forward to it for quite some time. I just usually ran out of gas, or time, before we got around to it, but today, that wouldn't be an issue.  

I placed one hand on each of her firm melons, and pressed them together around my hard cock. Her cleavage held my erection in a heavenly embrace, from base to tip, surrounding it with soft warmth. I rocked my hips forward, and the tip of my dick peeked out of the top of the crease, attracting Mom's attention. Her eyes were glued to the spot where it would appear and recede in time with my movements. A lascivious smile broke out on her face, and she moaned happily. 

"Does my baby boy like fucking Mommy's tits?" she asked, in a voice that left no doubt about her feelings on the matter. 




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"Mmmm hmmm," I moaned, picking up the pace slightly. We'd been at it for nearly an hour already, and I was ready to unleash a big load, any second now. I kept thrusting into the warm grip of Mom's boob sandwich, until it was on me, and I felt the surge racing up my dick. I tilted my head back and growled in elation, as blast after blissful blast of hot cum erupted, landing... somewhere. I heard a sputtering giggle from below, and looked down to see another geyser of white goo streaming out of Mom's cleavage. It landed with a wet 'plop' across her face. I released her tits, grabbed my cock, and pumped the remainder of my wad onto her pretty visage, leaving her well glazed. 

"Oh fuck!" she groaned, "I love being cum on!" She twisted her body against her restraints, rubbing her thighs together again, desperate to trigger her own orgasm, but unable to obtain the necessary friction on her sensitive clitoris. Her tongue reached out as far as she could, licking a clean circle around her mouth, but her moans of delight turned to aggravation when she couldn't reach any more. "Shit! Please, untie me! I want more!" 

Untying her wasn't part of the program, so I took pity on her, using my still hard dick to push the gooey icing into her gasping mouth. She seemed to enjoy the feel of my cock rubbing all over her face, neck and breasts, making repeated trips back to her mouth for a sucking clean, before retrieving more of my sticky discharge from somewhere else on her body. 

With her mostly clean, I dismounted and ran quickly to the bathroom. When I came back with a warm washcloth and towel, Larissa was squirming in agony atop the bed. Her breasts were heaving with her ragged breathing. 

"I'm going out of my mind!" she hissed. "I'm begging you, please let me cum! Please!" 

I wiped her face and chest, while she moaned at my touch. Tossing the cloth and towel aside, I stared into her eyes as I spread her legs, and positioned myself to enter her again. She smiled. 

"Oh yes, that's it, baby. Stick that big fucking cock back in me, and give it to me good!" 

Well, if that's what you want me to do, then I will...but not now. I continued further down her body, taking a place between her outstretched thighs, with my face just inches from her dripping wet, pouting pussy. Now she squirmed again, writhing in urgent need, and trying to make contact with my teasing tongue. I stayed just out of range, and she whimpered softly. 

"No...no more teasing, please! I need to cum! Lick me, fuck me... I don't care, just please, get me off, before I go mad!" 

I took pity on her, and licked her...all around her puffy, swollen cunt, but avoiding her prominent clit. She moaned loudly, her breath ragged and desperate. She was so wet, her scent filled the room, as tiny streams of her juices trickled out of her gaping hole. Finally, her needs and mine met, because there was no way I could keep from burying my face in her delicious snatch for one more second. 

I pointed my tongue, and speared her pretty pussy, swirling my taster around inside before finishing with a flourish around her clit. She gasped, and groaned in satisfaction at finally getting what she wanted, if in a limited quantity. When I continued to graze on her intimate landscape, her sounds became a dialogue of lusty requests. 

"Mmmm, yes baby...that's my good boy, licking Mommy's pussy so nicely. Mmmm hmmm, oh yeah...mmmmm...ooooooo, right there, baby! Suck my clit, sweetie! Yes! Oh fuck, yes! Suck my clit and make Mommy cum! I need to cum so bad!" Her body was twisting desperately, and she was panting sharply, indicating her state of critical urgency. I had my lips and tongue working her large, sensitive button feverishly, giving her what she wanted. 

"Ooooooo yes, oh baby, yes...suck my clit!...Suck my fucking clit so hard!...Oh god, I'm gonna cum!...gonna cum... NOOOOOOOOOOO! DON'T STOP! NOOOOO!" she screeched as I lifted my face away from her pussy, leaving her hanging on the precipice. She glared up at me with a look that somehow combined pleading, need, and a touch of anger...until she saw my rock hard cock, and understood what was next. 

Her pussy was a swollen, drenched swamp of juices, and accepted the intrusion of my dick without resistance, enveloping my shaft in a warm embrace. I reached bottom in one smooth thrust, and her legs lifted, wrapping tightly around my waist. Seconds later, her arms joined in, as she freed her hands from the cuffs, using the release button on the side. She could have done so at any time, but wanted to stay restrained, which is the whole point, isn't it? 

Now that she had my cock buried deep inside her, she wasn't taking any chances that I'd tease her any longer. When she spoke this time, it wasn't a request from her submissive side, nor a pleading whisper of quiet desperation. No, her words were a demand, an indication she'd had enough games, whether of her own design or not. 

"FUCK ME NOW!" she grunted sternly through clenched teeth. "FUCK YOUR MOTHER NOW!" 

"Yes Ma'am!" I giggled, and started to pump my hips, driving into her firmly. 

"Oh god, that's better..." she hissed, and buried her face in my shoulder. She became silent, save for the short gasps that matched my deep thrusts into her body. She may have been mute, but her body was screaming, shaking in my arms. I knew she was teetering on the edge. 

I gave her a few particularly savage strokes, then held fast, grinding into her, and crushing her clit between us. Her head came up from its bowed position, and she stared into my eyes. Her own beautiful, blue orbs opened wider, and her mouth hung slack, as her body was hit by the first spasm of pleasure. 

It never ceased to amaze me, just how strong a soft, delicate woman could be when her orgasm hit her. Natalie was a whirling dervish when she came, and Mom had been quite physical as well when she climaxed. But I had been keeping her on the brink for hours today, intentionally denying her the release she needed, so I had no idea what was about to happen under me now. 

Mom's eyes scrunched shut, and her head flew back, as she arched her back, literally lifting us both off the bed. The silence was shattered with a blood curdling scream of joy, and she hooked her heels into the small of my back, pulling me deeper into her pussy, which was clutching at my cock over and over. She screamed again, and again, and again, her hands scrabbling across my shoulders, and raking my back with her talons. I held on for dear life as she thrashed under me, twisting, writhing and squirming through the mother of all orgasms. 

When she was done, she was flushed bright pink. Beads of sweat adorned her brow, and she was panting like she'd just run a mile in three minutes. Her body melted, and when her eyes opened, they seemed to be having trouble pointing in the same direction. 

"Ooooooo fuuuuck," she whispered, as she got her breathing under some semblance of control. "Un-fucking-believable." 

I smiled, but she couldn't see it, as her eyes were closed. When I moved my dick back and forth a few times, she gasped, and groaned in agony. 

"God no! Too sensitive! Please stay still, for a minute." 

"You're a hard woman to please," I laughed. "Make up your mind."

She laughed, and caressed my side. "Pretty pleased right now," she said, "any more might be fatal." 

I leaned down and kissed her softly. She responded in kind, filling the time with a bit of tongue wrestling. When she broke away, she sighed. 

"Okay baby, I think I can handle a bit more now. Go ahead. Fuck me." 

Message received, and understood. I resumed my rhythmic intrusions of her pussy, and her legs came back up around my waist. Leaning up on my arms, I had the leverage to give her the attention she deserved, and it also gave me a great vantage point to watch her body quake and quiver as it absorbed my powerful strokes. The sight of her big breasts swaying and shaking combined with the incredible heat of her cunt to light my fuse again, a fact she seemed to recognize and revel in. 

"Ooooooo yes, you like watching Mommy's big tits bounce while you fuck her, don't you? You're a very bad boy, Richard, and I'm a very, very bad girl!" She had a mischievous little smile on her face, watching me as my eyes were unable to avoid watching her boobs. I noticed that 'Larissa the submissive' had been put aside, replaced by 'Larissa the more than willing and vocal participant'. 

She was soooo right in her assessment. Moms usually know their children better the kids know themselves, but sexual proclivities are not normally among the subjects included in that knowledge. Of course, most sons don't have the intimate understanding of their mothers that I had with mine, and I do mean intimate. The warm, buttery smoothness of her inner folds as they caressed my hard, thrusting cock...the taste of her nectar as she writhed in orgasm...the soft feel of her lips and tongue returning an ardent kiss. I could see why Dad had married her, but I wondered why I didn't hear them sharing coital bliss more often. Obviously, it wasn't due to lack of interest on Mom's part. Maybe Dad just didn't know how good he had it. 

As for me, at this moment, I had it really good, and was about ready to unleash another torrent of sticky semen. I was just contemplating the target of that discharge, when Mom read my mind again. She grabbed my ass with both hands, and pulled me balls deep into her cunt. 

"Do it! Shoot your hot load inside Mommy's pussy! Cum in me!" she groaned, grinding her clit against me hard. It would appear that the incestuous nature of our relationship had taken over from the submissive as her primary source of pleasure. 

As an obedient son, I did as she asked, exploding deep inside her, with pulse after pulse of cum flowing from my cock. I grunted loudly, and she harmonized with a moan of her own enjoyment. The look in her eyes told the tale, and she stroked my hair with loving gentleness while we both caught our breath. When I was able, I rolled off her, and we cuddled quietly for a few minutes. 

We were hot, sweaty, and reeking of sex after hours spent wringing pleasure out of each other. That being said, we still had time to play, and my dick was still functional, so Mom suggested the shower, and the opportunity to check another box off the lust list. Sex in the shower would bag two birds at once. 

She led me into the bathroom, and turned on the water, getting it up to temperature before she backed into the shower stall, extending her hand for me to take. 

The water was warm, and wonderful...almost as wonderful as her body pressing it's soft curves against me under the spray. She tiptoed up as high as she could, and we shared another sensuous kiss, but I needed more. I bent, grasping her firm ass with both hands, and lifted her. She helped, pulling herself up with her arms around my neck, and then hooked her ankles together behind my back. When I wedged us into the corner of the stall, pinning her against the glass, she giggled, and kissed me again. 

She wasn't heavy, but she was slippery, and as much as I wanted to fuck her like this, I didn't know if I could hold onto her enough. She wouldn't be denied, however, cinching one arm tighter around my neck, while reaching down to guide my still rampant dick into her pussy. Once it was safely inside, she held on with both arms, and lowered herself fully onto it. 

"Oh fuck, I think I'm going to like this! My clit is right against the base of your dick!" she giggled. "Are you going to be okay?" 

"First time for me, too," I replied. "I think so, as long as you hold on." I gave her a few experimental strokes. 

"Ahhhhhnnn! Shit! You keep that up, and I'll be cumming again in no time!" 

"Is that a request, Larissa?" I asked. She batted her eyes and smiled. 

"Please?" she laughed. 

It took a few seconds to figure out the logistics, but I soon had a good rhythm of pounding thrusts going. Mom was howling in ecstasy, and I was enjoying the added stimulation of her big, soft, soapy tits slipping and sliding around as they were squished between her chest and mine. She shuddered in my arms, and screeched again as she came. 

I had to kneel in order to put her down, and we ended up laying on the tile floor together as the warm water rained down on us. Mom was knackered, as was I, but we didn't have time to rest, since Dad would soon be home. 

At least I could crash in my room. Mom had to suck it up, and be ready when Dad arrived. 

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Wednesday afternoon, I came home about 3 pm, as planned with Natalie. The idea was to catch them in the act, so I'd given them a couple of hours to get into the act. I only hoped that my sister had remembered to leave the door unlocked. 

I very quietly turned the doorknob, and pushed the door open slightly. I knew they were in there together, probably engaged in some form of sapphic delight, but I had no idea what I would see. 

Mom was sitting on top of Natalie, facing away, leaning back on her arms. Natalie was reaching around, fondling Mom's big tits as they bounced, and they bounced because Mom was riding a strap-on dildo that was attached to a harness that encircled Nat's waist. It was a lesbian reverse-cowgirl, and it was something to watch. 

Mom's eyes were closed, so she didn't see me step in, moving closer. As I did I saw something that surprised me, which shows just how fucked up this family had become. Really. 

Masturbating with my sister. No surprise. Fucking her... No surprise. Mom's a slut... No surprise. Fucking Mom... No surprise. Up to last week, the fact that Mom was a pussy munching bi-sexual slut would have been a surprise, but now, not so much. And even though Mom had told me she liked it up to ass, I didn't expect to see that the dildo she was riding was not filling her yummy pussy, but her rear entrance. I gasped, and her eyes opened. 

"Oh shit!" she giggled. "Busted! Alright Rick, get naked, and tell me what to do!"

The ease with which Mom said this did not go unnoticed by Natalie. Neither did the fact that she didn't even try to cover herself, nor did she stop fucking herself in the ass on Natalie's strap-on rubber dick. 

"Is there something you're not telling me, Mother?" Natalie asked, twisting Mom's nipples from behind. "Something involving Rick?" 

"You're a smart girl, Natalie...you figure it out," Mom said, still grinding her firm butt down onto the dildo. 

"Uh huh," my sister grunted, then looked at me. "It would seem Mom's not the only one keeping secrets, wouldn't it Rick?" 

I shrugged. There really wasn't much to say, but I could sure think of something I'd like to do, so I started to shed my clothes. As soon as I was naked, Mom's eyes locked hungrily onto my cock, which was very ready for action. 

"What are you going to do with that?" she giggled, still impaled up the ass. 

"Patience, Larissa." I looked around her to check with Natalie. "I assume you've sampled her today already. Tasty, as usual?" 

"Mmmm hmmm," she laughed, "like fine wine. Château de pussy!" 

"Everyone's a comedian!" Mom chortled. 

"Yeah, well I'm not joking," I whispered, having taken a place between her thighs. I leaned forward, and planted a kiss on her clit. She moaned, and undulated her hips. Being so close, I could see how tightly stretched her asshole was around the flesh coloured rubber dick. It was a very erotic sight, especially with her thick, dangling pussy lips gaping open in the foreground. She was dripping wet, so apparently she was enjoying the anal stimulus. Suddenly, I was parched. 

I dove in, burying my face in her open snatch, and lapping furiously at the fluids that oozed from her. Fine wine indeed, and just as intoxicating. Her thighs were muffling what I could hear of her responses, but based on her squirming, I'd say she was happy. She had laid back flat on Natalie, and had one hand on the back of my head, not allowing me to escape. I pushed her legs wider, and sucked her clit hard. Now I could hear her clearly, and she had a lot to say. She was loquacious, if not eloquent. 

"Oh god, oh fuck... Mmmmm... Lick...my clit! Yes! Oh...so good...so fucking good...uhhn...my ass, so full!" She was having a tough time forming sentences." Oh fuck...clit...suck...please, god...cumming...ahn! Cumming! Yes! YES!" A little squirt of her nectar bathed my tongue, and I gave her a few final licks before extracting myself. 

Mom was gasping for air, her big boobs rising and falling with each breath. Natalie's hands were still groping those melons, and she made eye contact with me. In Mom's current state, she was dead weight on top of my sister, who'd been under there for a while. I silently gestured, asking if she was okay, and she gave me the thumbs up. Good, because this would be much easier with her positioned like this. 

I put one foot up on the bed, and carefully positioned myself, taking my spear in hand. I aimed for the pink cavern visible between her dangling labia, and pushed in. 

Mom's head had been laying back on Natalie's shoulder, and her eyes were closed, but as soon as my cock filled her pussy...well, let's just say, things changed quickly. 

"FUUUUCK!" she shrieked, as her head flew up to look at me, with eyes wide in surprise. "Oh my dear lord! Ngaaaahhhn! Fuck me!"

I wasn't sure if that expletive was and expression of shock or a directive, but my hips took it as an order, so I did, plunging full length into her. I looked down, and saw my Mother's crotch stuffed to capacity, both holes plugged with dick...or dick-like device. When I looked back at her face, Mom's mouth was hanging open in a mute scream. Her hands grabbed desperately at my shoulders, until she got a grip, and pulled her body up to meet mine. She held tight, gasping in my ear as I thrust steadily into her cunt. 

"Oh god...Oh god...Oh god..." she hissed, over and over. Relieved of some of Mom's weight, Natalie was able to push up, thrusting the dildo into Mom's ass deeper. 

"You okay, Mom?" I asked, concerned at her sudden quietness. 

"Yes... Oh god, yes... Keep going... Cumming...Cumming so good... Oh god...Still cumming... Oh god... So full... Oh god..." she breathed, clutching me tighter. "Fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck me..." 

She was tighter like this, which I suppose is to be expected, with her ass full of dildo. It was having an effect on me, too. My balls were slapping wetly against the shank of Natalie's strap on, as Mom's cunt drooled, a creamy froth running out, dripping past her rubber filled ass, finally landing on my sister's pretty pussy, which was looking like it needed attention too. Next on my list. 

Mom's whispered directions ceased, and she just gurgled, breathing hard, and shuddering through orgasms that gave new meaning to the word 'multiple'. Still she held tight, hugging me even tighter when she felt the flood of hot cum I released into her. I grunted through several salvos of semen, filling her to overflowing. At last her grip failed, and her body slumped limply to one side. 

Natalie and I gently laid her on her side, pulling her abused ass off the dildo, and freeing my sister to run to the bathroom. When she returned, we cleaned Mom up, as best we could. She was still oozing, but we got most of it. We rolled her onto her stomach, and let her rest. 

My sister was still walking around, looking ridiculous with the rubber dick strapped around her waist. 

"I'm not sure I like your new look," I laughed. 

"Huh?" she replied, following my eyes to the artificial appendage. "Oh! Forgot about this thing!" she giggled, undoing the belt. It fell to the floor with a thud. 

"I'm sure Mom's ass won't forget. Did you fuck her pussy with it, too?" I asked. 

"Sort of. I tried, but I guess I'm just not good at being the man," she smiled, caressing her own breasts playfully. "Couldn't get the hip action quite right, so we ended up with her on top. She really likes it when her nipples get sucked while she's fucking... but I guess you already knew that, didn't you?" She put her hands on her hips and tried to look pissed at my secret, but she was just playing. Mom moaned, and stirred, attracting both our eyes. 




Sibling Revival-ry Ch. 04



To say Mom was relaxed would be an understatement. Jello carries more stress than she was experiencing right now, in the aftermath of enough orgasms to satisfy the entire Swedish Bikini Team. Natalie had made her contribution, as had I, and now Mom was laying prostrate, with one leg dangling off the bed. She was breathing quietly, and the one eye I could see was only partially open. Now seemed as good a time as any. 

"So I guess we're no longer grounded, right Mom?" I asked, patting her on the ass. "I mean, I personally would be happy to continue this special time between us. I enjoy having access to this side of you, but now that we all know what's going on, punishing us for doing the same thing you're doing isn't really fair, is it?"

Mom groaned and rolled over wearily. When she flopped on her back, her tits wobbled to a stop a second later. 

"No, I don't suppose it is," she said softly. "I apologize for taking advantage of you both. It was fun while it lasted. You brought back some very pleasant memories for me." 

Wow, she really is relaxed, I thought. Did she just say what I think she said? I looked at Natalie, whose eyes were as wide as mine. I hoped we could get some clarification. 

"Pleasant memories?" I prodded. Mom blushed, but the cat was on the loose now, bag discarded. 

Mom pulled herself up the bed, leaning back on a pile of pillows at the headboard. She took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her sex tousled hair. 

"Okay, I'll tell you, but no one else knows this, not even your father, and I'd really prefer it stayed that way." She closed her eyes, and began. "It was years ago, when I was about Natalie's age. My younger brother and I... well, you can guess the rest. It was very intense, doing something so forbidden, and we just got caught up in the emotions of the situation. I'm sure you understand, but I liked it... I really did, being such a bad girl."

"Holy shit, Mom!" Natalie exclaimed, "You slept with Uncle Phil?! Holy shit!" 

"Yes I did. I'm not proud of it, but I'm not really ashamed either. He had such a nice cock, and a very loving manner." She looked at me. "Not quite as nice as yours, young man," she smiled. "That's also where I first found that I liked submitting to my lovers control. Phillip is three years younger than me, but having him tell me to suck his cock really turned me on."

I couldn't believe we were all sitting here, naked, oozing sexual fluids, and discussing my Mother's sexual past and peccadillos, like talking about the weather. 

"Ah, and Dad's older, that's why you don't, um you know... with him, right?" I offered. 

"Yes, I suppose so. I get off on telling him what I want him to do, and he's good with that," she answered. "Both ways are fun. I don't really know what made me add you to the mix, Natalie." She patted my sister's hand. "I'd never been with a woman before, not even in college. Maybe it was seeing you two together that first time. Made me ache for it, both of you." 

That explained her reaction that day, alright. The faraway look in her eyes while she chastised us. Not telling Dad. 

"So we're just one big, happy, incestuous family," Natalie whispered, looking at the wall. 

"Well, I'm not sure if Mother - Daughter really qualifies. I suppose I'm splitting hairs, but since the main argument against incest is the conception of children prone to birth defects, and that's not an issue between women, is it?" she said evenly. 

"As for you," she looked at me, and sighed, "there's something I should have told you long ago, but I kept putting it off. As long as you didn't need a kidney, or something like that, it didn't seem important." She stared at me, hoping I could figure it out from there. 

"You're fucking kidding me!" It was Natalie that put it together first." He's adopted?!"

I didn't say anything, but I had done the math, too. I was understandably surprised, but there were other issues occupying my mind. 

Mom nodded. "Yes, Rick is adopted. We wanted another child, but having you," she looked at Natalie, "fucked up my plumbing for any future births." Natalie looked like she was going to cry at that bit of news. "Don't worry, darling... I wouldn't change a thing. Having you was the best thing I ever did." She stroked my sister's cheek. 

"Anyway, the opportunity presented itself to adopt a baby boy, just after he was born, and there you go... Instant brother! I must say, having you was much easier than having your sister. I didn't get fat, my back didn't hurt, there was no morning sickness, and if I recall correctly, your Dad fucked me unconscious the day we brought you home. Much better, "she joked. 

"I wondered why there were no birth pictures of Rick in the photo album," Natalie said. "Lots of me, even ultrasound photos, but none of him in the hospital. Why don't I remember that? I was almost two, right?" she asked Mom. 

"Yep," Mom answered, "and as for why you don't remember, I was just glad you didn't."

"Wait a minute," I interjected. "If I'm adopted... then... technically... what happened... with both of you... was legal?" 

"Well, I don't know if I'd go quite that far, but one thing is certain. Under the strictest definition of incest, being heterosexual relations between blood relatives, then you don't qualify as blood," Mom said. "I doubt it would hold up in a court of law, but we're all consenting adults, and I did ask you both if you wanted to participate."

"So," Natalie said, lost in thought, turning to look at me, "You're my brother, but not my blood relative." She smiled, stood, and walked over to my side of the bed. I looked at her beautiful face, and knew exactly what she was thinking. She didn't say a word, just leaned closer and looked into my soul with her deep blue eyes. 

Her lips met mine, and an electric charge ran through my body. I knew what she wanted and I wanted it too. Her body melted into my arms, and I eased her down onto her back beside me. I hadn't even noticed that my cock was hard and ready for action, but I felt Natalie's hand guiding me into her wet vestibule. The warmth of her pussy enveloped my shaft as I slid deeper inside her. Her eyes sparkled again, the way they had when we had been alone in this room, on this bed, weeks before. 

"Oh fuck, Rick... I can't tell you how much I've missed this!" she hissed, wrapping her legs around my waist. She pulled me all the way in with her heels, wiggling her hips as my balls nestled against her butt. "Ahhhhhh, that's better. So big and hard... It fills me up just right!" 

"Ahem!" I heard from the side, and turned my head to face Mom. 

"Alright," she said firmly, "given my past, the fact that you are adopted, and that you have me over a barrel... I suppose I can't really tell you to stop. Still, might I suggest that a few rules be set to govern this relationship?"

I looked back at Natalie, who shrugged, then nodded. Mom saw it, and continued. 

"First, please be discrete. Keep it quiet. No public displays. Agreed? Second, an addition to the first rule... Please be aware of your father's schedule and whereabouts. He would not be amused by this. No supposedly surreptitious quickies while he's home, or I'll step in again. Got it? Third...do not, repeat, DO NOT GET PREGNANT!"

"Agreed," Natalie and I said nearly simultaneously. 

"Fourth, not a rule... More of a request... Please don't forget about me?" Mom smiled, batting her eyelashes at us. "I'll miss my playmates. Not today, mind you, as you've worn me out... But I'd like to join you on occasion. Okay?" 

"I have no problem with that," I laughed. 

"Alright. Well get with it, then! Fuck your sister!" she giggled. "I'll just sit here, watching you, maybe playing with my pussy."

I have to admit, despite the fact that we'd both just fucked Mom's brains out, it felt a little weird doing it under her watchful gaze. Even weirder with her permission. When I looked into my sister's eyes, however, the weird disappeared, replaced by the feelings that had been with us during our time alone. I started to gently stroke into her wetness, and her eyes fluttered in bliss, while her hands caressed my back and shoulders. Small gasps of pleasure escaped through her plump, parted lips. 

"Oh, Rick, yes," she moaned, urging me on. Her hands wandered down my back, and landed on my ass, rising and falling with my smooth motion into her most intimate place. "Faster," she breathed. 

I responded, and soon a rhythmic slapping sound joined her moans of joy, filling the quiet room with the sounds of sex. 

"Oh Rick, I'm cumming," she gasped, burying her face in my shoulder. I slowed for a few seconds, feeling her body spasm under mine, and listening to her quiet whimpers of orgasmic joy. Her face, reappeared, and she pulled me in for a kiss. "Thank you," she whispered, kissing me again. 

I held her close as I rolled us over, letting her rest atop my chest while she recovered. Her hand pushed off, and she sat up, undulating her hips to fully engulf my cock in her pussy again. She started to slowly lift herself, doing a kegal squeeze as she did, tugging on my dick. She would relax on the downstroke, welcoming my rod back into her moist crevice, and finishing with a sensuous grind, crushing her clit between us. I brought my hands up to cup her full, heavy breasts, and flicked her erect nipples with my thumbs. 

"Oh shit, Rick...suck them please," she moaned, "suck my tits while I ride this big cock." She leaned forward a bit to bring them within easier reach. 

I kissed and licked both stiff buds before I latched onto her left breast, suckling deeply. 

"Oh yes, that's it, baby. Suck my tits." Her rhythm remained unchanged, still squeezing, releasing, and grinding. "Ooooooo fuuuuck! Rick, you're gonna make me cum again," she grunted, grinding harder, while I gently bit her nipple. That set her off, and she tossed her head back, pumping her hips back and forth. "Ahhhhhnnn! Ahhhhhnnn! Yes!" 

She dropped onto my chest, gasping again through her climax, until the last waves passed. Sitting up again, she lifted off, rolling to the side. She started to kneel, presenting herself for some doggy action, but I hooked my hand on her hip, pulling her onto her side, facing away from me. I wrapped her in my arms, holding her tight, and fondling her big tits softly. 

She lifted her leg, reached down, and guided my cock back into her juicy snatch. I started to fuck her, the hollow 'splock splock splock' sound echoing throughout the room, as my hips met her firm bum. I kissed her neck, gnawing occasionally on her earlobes, while groping her boobs with one hand. She was limp in my arms. 

"Oh god, you fuck me so good, Rick," she growled, moving her hand down to circle her clit while my cock kept spearing her smoothly. "Shit, you're...Ahhhhhnnn... Againnnnnn!" Her body tensed, and she shuddered hard. I stopped thrusting, and held her. I was so happy that I could help her feel this way. She turned her head. "Cum for me baby," she whispered. 

I pulled out, letting her roll onto her back, then took my place again. I hooked her knees over my forearms, spreading her wide, and bending her back. That ballet she'd done as a child made her flexible enough to allow this easily, and I buried my cock deep into her cunt. I could feel my Mother's eyes watching my cock as I plunged in and out of my sister, fucking her firmly, but not hurting her. Her tight pussy lips squeegeed my shaft, scraping a donut of frothy juices around the base of my cock. I was close. 

"Cum for me, Rick," Natalie whispered, caressing my face. "Cum in me. Fill my pussy with your hot goo!" 

That did it. I shot rope after rope, deep into her, grunting like an animal while I did. Through it all, she kept stroking my hair, and cooing in my ear. Once I was spent, she kissed me gently. 

"That was wonderful to watch," Mom said quietly, as we both tried to catch our breath. She had two fingers in her pussy, stroking gently. "But it points out a bigger problem." 

I looked at Natalie, who looked at Mom. 

"What problem is that?" she asked. 

"Well, what I just witnessed was not the act of two hormonally charged young siblings, eager to explore their sexuality and get as much as they could," she said, a tinge of envy in her voice. "You weren't fucking..."

"... We were making love," Natalie whispered, finishing the sentence for her. She looked up at me, those perfect blue eyes glistening with emotion, and continued, "I Love You, Rick." 

I didn't even hesitate. "I Love you, too, Natalie," I breathed, and leaned down to kiss her. Our lips met in an embrace that left no doubt that both of us were on the same page. The love we felt wasn't that of a brother and sister ; rather it was that of a man and a woman, and I for one hoped it would continue to its logical destination, especially since I now knew it wasn't impossible. Our kiss finally ended, and we realized Mom was still watching. 

"Yes...you love each other. That's the problem." 

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I hope you enjoyed this installment of fun with the family. Are we done here, or does the love affair continue for them? Please let me know what you think. 

Thanks for reading!



Sibling Revival-ry Ch. 05



Natalie and Rick have returned for another adventure. 

My thanks to those readers that offered suggestions for this storyline. I sometimes get stuck, and need a little nudge to get the gears turning again. 

As always, all characters are over the age of eighteen, and consenting adults. 

Enjoy, and please cast your votes when you're done. 

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I'm sure my Mother had a reason for her comments. I had always trusted her...she was my Mother after all. 

Okay...that's not quite right. Recent developments had exposed that she wasn't 'really' my Mother, in the biological sense That didn't really change anything. I knew she loved me, always had my best interests at heart, and had never hurt me...everything a Mother is supposed to be. So, while the revelation of my adoption was something of a surprise...an understatement, I know...it didn't make a difference in how I felt about her. 

I still had to wonder, though, why she thought that Love was a problem. 

I had always loved my sister, since I was a little kid, and even when her attitude toward me changed that love to hate, it never eradicated the emotion. Moving into an intimate relationship with her let the love blossom again, and now, truth be told, it was stronger than ever. Learning that I was not truly her brother had thrown the doors wide open. 

I was laying in my room, with my hands behind my head, contemplating the past and the future, when Natalie walked past. She stopped, and blew me a kiss. 

"I'll be right back," she whispered. True enough, she was back in about a minute. 

"Just making sure Dad wasn't lurking about. His car's gone, so we're safe for a little while." Mom had set the rules, and we were doing our best to comply, but I had to admit it wasn't easy. 

Natalie eased down onto the bed beside me, giving me that look...the one that seemed to be reserved exclusively for me, now. Those huge blue eyes locked on mine, and her lips approached slowly, finally meeting mine in a soft kiss, that made her eyes close, the way lovers kissed. Appropriate, since we were now lovers in every sense of the word. We were still fully engaged in the kiss, tongues burrowing eagerly into each other's mouths, when Mom appeared in the doorway. 

"It's going to take me a bit of time to get used to this," she said quietly. "I almost told you to stop that, but watching you together makes my heart feel young. I just need to remind myself that things have changed. I'm still trying to decide what, if anything to tell your father. I assume you don't think he won't notice when you get married...or are you planning to keep it from him forever?"

Ah. Now I get it. In my selfish, love induced haze, I hadn't looked any further than my own interests. Now I saw the conundrum that faced my Mother. She had to choose ; admit knowing about us, and bring the shit storm on immediately, or keep her mouth shut, further deceiving my Father for who knows how long. If it had been just adolescent lust, she could have merely forbade our behaviour, but Love?...no, you can't make the heart unlove someone, can you? Do the names Romeo and Juliette ring a bell? 

"Your father will be home soon. Would you please come help me get dinner ready, Natalie?" She didn't even wait for an answer, just headed downstairs to the kitchen. 

"I guess that wasn't really a question," I whispered. We were still laying on our sides, hardly having moved since we paused our kiss to listen to Mom. I ran my hand up her side, cupping her breast softly. She moaned, and put her hand over mine, pressing her breast more firmly into my palm. 

"Do I really have to go?" she groaned. "I've missed your touch." 

"And I've missed having you in my arms, but you heard Mom," I replied. "It's almost summer vacation, so I'm sure we'll have our chances soon." 

Natalie sighed, and rolled away, standing up and walking to the doorway, where she paused. 

"All that may be true, but I'm horny NOW. I guess it's just me and my fingers, tonight." She winked, and ran down the stairs. 

Shit...why did she have to tell me that.

I tried unsuccessfully to get those images out of my head, finally giving up. I needed a distraction, so I headed downstairs, hoping a movie would do the trick. 

When I reached the bottom of the flight, I could hear Mom and my sister talking in the kitchen. Not quite the distraction I was looking for, it was still an eye opener. 

"I'm sorry Mom. I know we're making this harder for you," Natalie said. 

"Don't apologize, sweetie," Mom said. "I know you didn't plan this. Emotions take on a life of their own. I am a little surprised, though. To be honest, I thought you'd be more likely to kill your brother than fall in love with him, since you always fought like cats and dogs. What changed?"

"Truthfully? I never hated Rick, but I was jealous. He was younger, and seemed to get more attention...I know that wasn't really the case, but that's what a little girl felt. Then it just became habit. I had to grow up before I could see that I had no reason for my bad attitude, and then I didn't want to admit I had been being a bitch to him for years...for no reason."

I was listening closely now. My sister...my love, was baring her soul.

"Mom...can I ask you a question?" she added. 

"Of course, honey," Mom replied. 

"If Rick wasn't my brother, would you approve of him? As my boyfriend, I mean." 

"Natalie!" Mom laughed, "you don't really expect an objective answer to that, do you? Situation notwithstanding, he is your brother, and my son, or as close to it as can be. Perhaps you should answer that question. What is it that you see in Rick that makes you love him? And don't just tell me 'the heart wants what the heart wants', or any other similar tripe, however true they may be. What do you see?"

Jeez Mom, pull those punches a little, will you? It's not all her fault ; I was there too. 

"Well," Natalie began, exhaling loudly, "He's kind, gentle, and funny. Honest. Handsome, of course, loving, and..." 

"... And he makes your toes curl!" Mom giggled. "He's done that to me, as well. Not such an easy question to answer is it? There's only one answer that matters, and only one person's opinion that counts." There was a palpable tension in the pause that followed. "Do you love him...really Love him...and is he the man for you?" 

I shouldn't be listening to this, I thought, but I need to hear her answer. 

"Yes," was all she said. 

"Well then," Mom said, "that's all that really matters. Everything else is just stuff, and stuff can be dealt with."

I'd heard all I needed to, and slipped down into the basement. I put a movie on, but I don't even know which one it was. The initial plan, to distract me from thoughts of my sister fingering herself, had been derailed, replaced by thoughts of my sister confessing her love for me. Even I knew it was one thing to say it in the throes of passion, and quite another to admit it with calm aforethought. I needed another distraction. 

***

"Mmmmm, yes, that's it, baby. Just like that. Your tongue is so good!" 

Natalie was bent over the foot of her bed, with her near perfect ass high in the air, and I was behind her with a hand on each firm cheek, and my face buried in her pussy. My aforementioned tongue was spearing her moist recesses eagerly, with the occasional side trip to tease her puckered pink asshole. 

Dad was at work, and Mom was out for the morning, so my sister and I decided to satisfy some long overdue desires. It had been weeks since we had been able to do anything more than steal a few kisses and grope each other in desperation. Of course, that only made things worse, and increased our need to get together, so when Natalie called me to her room, and I found her naked and in this position, it took her less than a second to convince me. 

I remembered the first time I ate my darling, sexy sister's pussy. The divine flavour of her juices... I think I described it as ambrosia, butter, honey and brown sugar, and those still applied. She was oozing her delicious secretions, and since she was inverted from the usual position for munching on her cunt, those juices were running toward her clit. I was hungrily lapping at the dripping, intoxicating fluids, and her clit was taking a lot of the attention. It's a good thing we were alone in the house. It might be better if we were alone in the neighbourhood. 

"FUCK YES! LICK MY FUCKING CLIT!" she screeched, her cries echoing through the house, and maybe beyond. "AHHHHHNNN! AHHHHHNNN! CUMMMMMMMING! NOWWWWW!" She was twisting and writhing desperately in my grasp, but I had a firm grip on her hips, and held her pussy close to my face while she gushed into my mouth. My lips sealed around her clit, I sucked her hard, slurping up the syrupy sweetness that continued to flow unabated. Natalie was still screaming, but her face was now in the blankets, muffling her shrieks, which had lost the ability to speak, but still communicated her joy adequately. 

Her hands flailed about behind her, finally finding my head, and pushing back. 

"Oh god, please stop! Too sensitive! Please stop!" she gasped, I gave her clit a parting lick, and released her, letting her flop limply on the bed. "Thank you, thank you..." she whimpered. 

My turn, I thought, unbuckling my pants and stepping out of them. My underwear joined them on the floor, leaving my rampant cock standing straight out, looking for a warm place to go. Ah, there's a good spot. 

Yeah, I looked at her pretty, pink little asshole, and gave it a brief consideration. I remembered her saying that she loved it up the ass, and the thought of that tight little hole stretching open to accommodate my shaft was something that I definitely looked forward to seeing. I also remembered her saying that her butt might need some time to get used to my size. No, not today. 

The other choice was hardly settling for less. Her pussy was still drooling, soaking wet from my tongue, and pouting open, eager to be stuffed full. I leaned closer, and whispered to her. 

"Ready, honey?" 

"Mmmmm, yes, baby. Fuck me," she breathed. She spread her legs a bit more, and dug her toes into the carpet on the floor, bracing herself. I dragged the head of my hard dick up between her lips, getting it nice and wet with her residue, before plunging it home. Natalie exhaled. "Ooooooo, yes...that's it." 

That's it, indeed. This was probably my favourite position. Sure, it was always fun to just lay back, and let Natalie or Mom fuck themselves silly on my hard cock. I loved to watch them riding me, their big tits bouncing wildly with their frenzied actions, a look of lusty satisfaction on their faces. I also liked to look deep into their eyes, while we slowly, gently made love, face to face, in the old standard missionary position. 

This...gripping her hips and drilling her hard from behind...was a great way to fuck. You know what I mean. Fuck, with pure selfishness, caring only about stimulating my cock to orgasm. Fuck, using her pussy as a tool. Fuck her hard. 

I was looking down, watching my shaft split her open, over and over. Her ass jiggled each time I slammed into her, and her tight pussy released me reluctantly each time I pulled back, her lips stretching out as though trying to pull me back in. She was moaning and grunting softly, absorbing my assault gratefully. 

I could feel my balls tingling, and knew that I would soon be flooding her pussy with semen. I pounded her harder, the slaps resonating through the room each time our bodies collided. A froth of her juices began to form on her lips, whipped into existence by my furious thrusts. Her moans escalated, becoming cries of bliss, monosyllabic gasps and urgings that told of her desire. 

"Oh...Oh...fuck...yes...yes...yes...yes..." 

The countdown to launch was well underway, and the abort button was broken. I couldn't have stopped it if I had wanted to...and I didn't want to. My hips were a blur, stroking into her cunt at warp speed. Three, two, one... 

"FUUUUCK!" I groaned, slamming in one last time. I held on tight to her hips, gasping for breath while rope after rope of hot cum basted her inner folds. Natalie's legs curled behind me, hooking up around my hips, like twin scorpion tails, and she arched her back, lifting entirely off the bed. At last, I could cum no more. 

Natalie melted, turning to jello in my grasp, collapsing down onto the bed, and I followed suit, dropping on top of her, if only for a moment. I took my weight on my elbows, before gathering the strength to stand again, wobbly as it may have been, and withdraw my softening spear from her sheath. A stream of pearly goo began a slow journey down her inner thigh. Her legs hung limp, splayed awkwardly. 

"Holy...shit," she whispered, trying to rise. Her arms quivered, then gave out. "Help?" 

I wasn't sure I was in any better shape than she was, but I had to try. 

"Here comes the cavalry!" I laughed. "Roll or lift?" 

"Lift, I think," she said, rising on her arms again. I hooked an arm under her midsection, and pulled her upright, letting her get her legs back under her. She turned, and looked up at me. "Thank you." 

"I feel like I should be thanking you," I replied, bending to kiss her luscious lips. 

"Oh no," she laughed, when the kiss ended, "I think I got the better of the deal, believe me." 

"So, call it even, then?" 

***

I would be attending the same college that my sister was, starting in the fall. She was the one that first thought of getting an apartment together, closer to school. Purely to be closer to the library there, you understand. 

We started scouring the papers, and came across several possible locations, mostly because we were looking now, at the beginning of the summer, rather than waiting until the last minute, as most of the students did. The loft apartment over the garage was too small for two, the spiffy studio in the highrise was too expensive, and the one in the rat infested tenement was... well... rat infested. I was beginning to get discouraged, but Natalie was nothing if not tenacious. 

Tenacious, and resourceful, as it turns out. She somehow got a lead on a two-bedroom apartment, on the top floor of a three story building. It was clean, affordable, big enough for both of us...and wasn't even supposed to be on the market yet, but the property manager was a guy, so...yes, my sister flirted us in. Best of all, we could move in right away. There was only one obstacle ; Mom. 

While Dad, still blissfully unaware of the true nature of our relationship, thought that us moving in together was a great idea, Mom had reservations. Dad was sure she was just having the usual emotional reaction to her children leaving the nest, but, like I said before, he was blissfully unaware. Mom did eventually relent, with conditions. 

"Okay, you two," she said sternly, sitting us down to talk. "Here's the way it's going to be." Her tone left no doubt that the subject was not up for debate. "I will allow this, under these stipulations. First, and foremost, you must keep your grades up. If you spend more time fucking than studying, I'll know, and this little love nest experiment will be over, understand?" 

"Yes Ma'am" we said, together. 

"Second, all the other rules still apply. Your father will undoubtedly pay you a visit at some point, likely unannounced, and you must appear to be what he thinks you are, not what I know you are. I don't know when I'm going to tell him, but until then, don't make it worse."

"Will you be visiting too, Mom?" I asked, with a smile. Mom fought back her own smile, but it was too strong. 

"Um, yes. I will," she said, looking embarrassed. "That part applies, too." 

***

The move went easily. There wasn't much to pack really, just our clothes, books and stuff. The apartment was already furnished, which cut down on necessary purchases greatly. Our TVs moved with us, and our computers, but not the beds, as there were already two there ; a double in the small bedroom, officially mine, and a king in the master, which would be Natalie's. Everything was clean, as this building operated essentially as a long term hotel, meant for contract employees, and was well maintained. It was perfect. 

Mom and Dad helped us move, of course. Unpacking was almost as easy as packing was, and we soon found ourselves settled into our new digs. Dad wanted to stick around for dinner, but Mom convinced him otherwise. She knew what was on our minds, and knew what we'd be doing as soon as they were gone, so she dragged Dad out as soon as possible. 

"Remember," she said as Dad went to get the elevator, "no arrests for noise violations." A wink, and she walked away. Natalie closed the door. We went to the window, and waved as our parents' car drove away. 

"Alone at last," she whispered. "What to do?" 

I'd seen this act before. The look in her eyes. The swing of her hips. I was so going to get fucked unconscious. Well, so be it. 

Natalie pounced on me, hanging from her arms around my neck, and kissing me wildly. I grabbed her ass, taking the strain off both of us. 

"So, I believe the traditional way to christen a new apartment would be best. Why don't we start with the living room?" she smiled, dropping to her knees in front of me. Within seconds, my pants and underwear were around my ankles, and my cock was being sucked lovingly to full erection. It didn't take long. Her task complete, she stood, and sauntered toward the kitchen. 

"One down," she laughed, undoing her own pants as she walked. She peeled them over her hips, and kicked them off, wiggling her nearly naked ass at me. Her shirt followed, and her hands reached back to unhook her bra, which she held in place with one hand when she turned to look for me. 

I was still trying to get my feet free of the handcuffs that my pants had turned into, but I saw her smile and drop the bra. I never tired of seeing my sister's big tits in all their glory. I finally got loose, and by the time I made it into the kitchen, she had already shed her thong, and was perched on the countertop, her legs spread fully ninety degrees along the adjoining wings of smooth granite. 

"No additional prep necessary," she giggled. "I've been so horny all day, waiting for this moment, I don't think I could get any wetter if I tried."

"Okay, baby," I said, stepping within range of her grasping hand. She pulled me to her, slipping the head in, then grabbing my ass to seat me completely. "My god, you are dripping, aren't you?" 

"Mmmmm, yes, I've missed you," she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck. She pressed her lips to mine, moaning softly as I gave her a few gentle strokes. Her hands tugged the shirt off over my head, letting me feel all of her full, firm breasts as they mashed into my chest. "Fuck me good."

She hooked her legs behind me, and patted my ass. I started to shaft her firmly, while we kissed each other. She was absolutely drenched, and I felt her juices dripping off my balls as I fucked her. 

So, this is what it feels like to be a couple, I thought. I'd never been in a relationship before, only having had a few girlfriends prior to Natalie, and never having been intimate with any one girl more than twice. I know that most guys my age were trying to run up the score, fucking as many girls as they could, as often as they could. I had been that way, too, but once Natalie and I hooked up, I started to see the appeal of a longer term arrangement. Mom and Dad were happy, and setting the example, so I guess I grew to want what they had, in my own way. I just never thought that the perfect woman for me...the girl of my dreams...was also the one who tormented me so gleefully from the very next bedroom, for as long as I could remember. 




Sibling Revival-ry Ch. 05



Now, we were together, physically free of our parents supervision. While I was ecstatic at this development, I had to remember that we weren't free and clear just yet. Not until Dad was on board would we be truly able to relax. As for the rest of the world...well, I'm sure that there would be a few people who would be less than understanding, despite the facts. There would be hurt feelings, and looks of disgust, but I, personally didn't care. 'Let he who is without sin cast the first stone at the glass house' or something to that effect. Fuck them. It was nothing a move to a new city couldn't fix. 

Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, I was giving my sweet, darling sister a right proper seeing to, fucking her hot little cunt quite energetically. She was resting her chin on my shoulder as I did, holding me close and cooing sweet nothings into my ear. 

"Oh fuck, that's it baby...your cock feels soooo gooood in my little pussy. Keep going, honey...so fucking good, it's getting me really hot, now baby. Oh fuck yes...oh fuck yes...oh fuck, that's it...right there, baby... right there! Yeah...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...oh yeah, fuck me, baby... Ooooooo, I'm cumming baby...I'm cumming!"

It would appear that Mom's words of warning about the noise had been heard, loud and clear, so Natalie's orgasm wouldn't be. She grunted as her cunt spasmed around my cock, and buried her face in my neck, muffling her cries effectively. Her face blushed bright red at the exertion of restraining her vocalizations. 

"Son of a bitch!" she hissed, leaning against me heavily. "Fuck, that was good! Next!"

She pushed me back, and slipped off the countertop. Her legs were a little rubbery, leading to a few unsteady steps, but she was determined to complete her plan. 

Okay, so that's the living room and kitchen properly baptized with a sexual act. Where to now? 

I followed her, and the answer to that question is...drum roll, please...my bedroom! Natalie just crawled onto the bed on all fours, and awaited the insertion of my cock, which took about five seconds to happen. I just picked up where I'd left off in the kitchen, giving it to her nice and hard. She always said she liked it from behind...liked to get drilled furiously, hard and deep. 

"I still haven't sampled this ass, yet," I whispered, running my thumb across the tight, pink orifice. 

"No," she laughed, "and even though I look forward to having that huge dick of yours stuffed all the way up my tailpipe, it ain't gonna be today, baby. Not ready for it yet, but I'm in training."

I heard the rhythmic "slap, grunt, moan, slap, grunt, moan" of our continuing fuck, but my mind was wandering, filled with pictures of Natalie's training program, which I assumed included items of various diameters being inserted into her service entrance. I might want to get some popcorn and watch her next workout. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh...fuck!" she gasped. "I'mgonnacumI'mgonnacumI'mgonnacummmm!" Her body shook, wracked by waves of pleasure. Finally her arms collapsed, and she flopped down on the bed, yanking her pussy off my cock. 

"Three...down...two to...go," she breathed. "Bathroom...next."

I took her hand, helping her up and leading her in, where I took a seat, letting my sister mount up for some cowgirl fun. She skewered herself, then tried to rise up. Her legs were trembling. 

"Probably should have done this one earlier," she laughed, "when I had functioning legs. Someone..." she said, staring at me, "...has replaced them with jello." 

She lifted again, and dropped on my lap. 

"Why don't we call this one?" I said. "I mean...I'm inside you, and we're in the bathroom. I think that qualifies as sex."

"Oh good," she whispered. "One more to go, and I'm doing it on my back. Take me to bed and finish me off." 

Just one room left, appropriately enough our / Natalie's bedroom, home of the nice, comfy king-sized bed, and I put her down on it when I carried her in. I kissed her. 

"I thought I was the one that was going to run out of gas," I said quietly, nibbling her neck, and fondling her boobs. She groaned. 

"I know! I don't get what happened, but it backfired," she giggled. "What the fuck did you do to me?" 

"Must be the altitude," I offered, easing between her thighs and slipping back into her pussy. "We are one storey higher here." 

"Altitude?" she hissed as I ground into her, crushing her clit between us. "More like depth...so deep in my cunt!" Her legs came up around my waist. "Go for it. Fuck the shit out of me!" 

She wasn't the only one feeling it. Her pussy was heavenly, and it's effects were cumulative, so I wasn't going to last long, but I gave it my best effort. I raised up on my arms and looked into her eyes, while I pounded her with my cock, fucking her hard. The tingle began. 

"Your pussy is so good, baby," I grunted. "You're gonna make me cum!" 

She just smiled, and glanced down at her breasts, which were swinging in time to my strokes. Then she opened her mouth, and wagged her tongue at me. Target coordinates received. 

I managed a few more thrusts before pulling out, and crawling up the bed beside her. The first blast hit the side of her breast, ricocheting up in a fountain of droplets that spread across her chest. More followed, giving her boobs a nice glaze of semen. The next one hit her right on the face, splashing across her cheek and into her mouth. She moaned, and grabbed my still spewing shaft, sealing her lips around it and sucking the rest down greedily. I looked down at her swallowing my seed, decorated with cum, and smiled. 

She pulled my wilting noodle out of her mouth, and smiled back. 

"Done!" she giggled. 

***

There was a knock on the door, and I hopped up from my spot on the couch to answer it. 

"Mom!" I laughed, giving her a big hug. She always did feel great pressed tight against me. 

"Where's your sister?" she asked with a smile as she walked in. 

"Library," I replied, succinctly. "Following the rules. She says having me around while she's studying is a distraction. I guess that's a compliment."

"What about you?" Mom laughed. "Don't you find her distracting?" 

"Actually, no," I answered, "I worry when she's not here. I'm much more relaxed when we're together."

"Relaxed, huh?" Mom giggled. "I'll bet. When is the last time she 'relaxed' you?"

"I don't kiss and tell, Mom!" I blurted out. "What brings you to the neighbourhood?" 

"I, um, wanted to, um spend some time with your sister. Feeling a little lonely, I guess," she said quietly. "The house is awfully quiet without you both in it." 

"Well, why don't we spend some time together?" I asked her, arching my eyebrows. We hadn't been 'together' in quite a while. She smiled. 

"I wasn't sure you'd want this old body, now that you have access to the younger version on a regular basis," she whispered, obviously fishing. She was looking down when she said it, and finally looked up again. Her perfect blue eyes glistened. She was wearing snug navy blue yoga pants, that fit her curves like a second skin. A matching jacket, with a geometric pattern across the front, did the same up top, unzipped to just even with her big boobs. Her long blonde hair hung enticingly over one shoulder. I only hoped Natalie looked as good at forty. 

I stepped closer. Mom looked up at me, tilting her head back, and licking her lips in anticipation. I reached for the zipper on her jacket, and slid it down, opening it fully before sliding my hands inside. A white, V-necked t-shirt stretched tightly over her huge breasts, and I could feel the tight confines of her jogging bra when I placed my hands on her tits. I squeezed, and she moaned, her eyes fluttering. 

"Kiss me, Rick. Please," she breathed. I did, and she groaned happily. 

In the past, Mom had wanted me to dominate her when we were in the bedroom, but that had gradually given way to a more natural, gentle attitude. She still would occasionally ask for specific treatment...a spank here and there...but now we just mostly made love. I preferred it that way. I didn't really like treating my Mother like a slut. 

Mom's lips parted and her tongue tussled playfully with mine. She pushed me away gently. 

"Bedroom, please." I led her in, and she pushed me onto my back on the big, king-sized mattress that Natalie and I shared. She gave me a smouldering look, and peeled her jacket off slowly, pulling her shoulders back to make her breasts even more prominent. The bright pink of her bra now showed through her shirt, moulding her boobs into rounded globes that jutted abruptly from her chest. She kicked her shoes off, then skinned the tight fabric of her pants over her hips, wriggling out of them with a smile. A thong of matching pink was revealed. She reached for my belt. 

"Must I do everything myself?" she laughed, tugging my pants down. My underwear was tented, barely containing the bulge that her strip show had caused. "Mmmm, that looks good," she whispered, caressing my crotch. She leaned forward and kissed it, then gripped the fabric with her teeth, and pulled them down. My cock sprung free, slapping her face gently. "Ooooooo!" she giggled. "Booby trapped!" 

"No, you're 'Booby' trapped," I laughed. "And such a nice trap, too." I sat up, divesting her of her shirt, while she did the same to my underwear. Her mouth descended, engulfing my cock slowly. "Oh shit, Mom...that's so good." 

Mom's right hand joined her mouth, stroking and sucking as a team. I plucked at the straps of her bra, but her free hand slapped mine away, and pushed me flat again. She wagged her finger at me, a silent chastisement that didn't interrupt her actions. It didn't interrupt her moans of pleasure either. There could be no doubt ; my Mother was a very good, and very willing, cocksucker. She liked it. 

A few minutes of gentle oral manipulation followed. My cock had spent enough time in her warm mouth to know that, if she'd wanted to, she could have easily coaxed a load of hot cum from my balls already. No, she was teasing me, which meant that the real fun was just beginning. She gave me a few parting sucks, and stood up. The thong fell to the floor, and she crawled onto the bed with me. 

"I hope you don't mind," she whispered, grasping my dick and hovering her gash above it, "but I really need this. I am so fucking wet!" She dropped on me, impaling herself to the hilt in one motion. "Oh fuck! Damn that's a big cock!" she groaned, sitting upright. She reached behind her back, and unhooked the bra that somehow managed to control her big, round tits, letting it drop onto my chest. She cupped her breasts in her hands, and tugged her thick nipples to full erection. I tossed the bra aside. 

"Mom, you're so beautiful," I said, looking up at her. Her breasts quivered as she gently rode my pole. It was hard to say if she was blushing, or just getting excited. 

"Thank you, honey," she whispered. Her hand rested on my chest, and she leaned forward a bit, letting her manipulate her hips easier. She was fucking herself harder now. Her big boobs were hanging close enough to taste, so I did, grabbing one with both hands and latching onto the nipple happily. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned. "I never got to breast feed you, obviously, and I missed it. Feeding your sister was one of my favourite things. I'd nurse her and masturbate like a lunatic."

"Well," I said, pulling her tall, thick nipple from my mouth, "I'll try to make up for it." I locked my lips in place again and suckled dutifully. 

"Good boy!" Mom laughed, patting the back of my head. She continued to ride my cock smoothly. "Certainly not a little boy, anymore! Bite my nipples, gently, please." Chomp. "Ah, yes, that's it baby." 

A few minutes later, Mom's body shuddered through a gentle orgasm. She rolled off, laying on her back, and looked up at me. "More, please, Sir?" 

Okay, she's not my 'mother', but she's my Mom, a beautiful, sexy, mature woman, and a willing partner. In the dictionary, under MILF, is her picture. Of course you can have more, I thought. 

She welcomed me with open arms and spread legs, guiding my dick back into her juicy snatch and moaning softly as she did. Her breasts were squashed between us, their resilient firmness a delicious sensation for me. The next sensation was pretty delicious, too, that of her plump lips on mine, and her tongue tangling playfully with my own. 

About twenty minutes of gently passionate lovemaking ensued. Mom's hands caressed my ass while I thrust with firm strokes into her, and I was able to bring her to three more blissful climaxes. I liked it this way better, being a thoughtful lover rather than an abusive one. 

"I'm going to cum, Mom," I warned her. "Where would you like it?" 

"Please...stand up. Let me suck your cock. I'd like your hot cum in my mouth," she replied, with a smile. 

I did as she asked, standing beside the bed while she sat, licking her own honey off the shaft with glee. Her mouth then sucked me in, and she bobbed her head, now intent on causing an explosion of semen for her to consume. Like I said before...she's a very good cocksucker, and had me teetering on the brink within a minute. 

"Oh shit, Mom...here it cums!" She gulped my load, sucking hard to draw every drop down her throat. Only when she had taken it all did she release my cock, allowing me to sit beside her. 

"Thanks Honey," she whispered. "I needed that." 

***

"Rick, honey...I'm home!" It was Natalie, back from the library. A small part of me felt a twinge of guilty panic, getting caught in bed with another woman. Yes, it was 'just' Mom, and yes, Natalie knew that we were still a threesome, on occasion, but I Loved my sister. The guilty feeling was new, and I didn't like it. 

"In here, sweetie," Mom called, nestling into my arms. We were naked, and mostly uncovered. 

Natalie's face appeared at the door. For a split second, she looked at me, and I could see that she wasn't pleased. It disappeared quickly, hidden by a huge smile, but I caught it. 

"Hi Mom!" she said brightly. "What brings you here?" 

"She came looking for your tongue, but had to settle for me, instead!" I laughed, hoping to let her know that it was Mom's idea. At first, anyway. 

I wasn't the only one who noticed the look on Natalie's face. Mom saw it too, and sat up, suddenly realizing what it must have looked like to my sister. 

"Oh my! Natalie...I'm so sorry," she said, rolling out of bed quickly. "I shouldn't have done this with Rick. Not now...now that I know how you feel about each other!" She was gathering her clothes, when Natalie stepped in. 

"Mom...it's okay! It just surprised me, that's all." Natalie hugged Mom, who was still naked, and getting more distraught by the second. "Mom, calm down. I'm not mad. Slow down," she said. 

"I'm so sorry," Mom repeated. 

"Stop," Natalie commanded. "I understand. It's not like you're here trying to steal him. You're not, are you?" she chided, and Mom giggled, shaking her head. "It's just sex, and we did promise to include you. Now, get your ass in bed, and I'll be back in a moment."

When she did return, a few minutes later, she was naked and smiling. She slid in beside Mom, and we bookended her, caressing her body, but I soon began to feel like an unnecessary attendee. The two ladies were in a world of their own, kissing and embracing each other, so I left them to it, heading for the living room. 

I watched some TV, casting an occasional glance toward the open bedroom door, where moans of joy wafted out. I could see Natalie's ass in the air, with Mom's face buried in her pussy. Ah, 69. A very good year. 

Perhaps an hour later, Mom walked out of the bedroom, zipping up her jacket, with a glow on her face. Natalie was right behind her, naked and smiling.

"You're right, Rick," Mom giggled. "She is very relaxing! Thank you, so much, both of you." 

***

That night, Natalie and I were laying in bed, snuggled together closely. Despite how things ended, I felt like I owed my darling an apology. 

"Nats?" I asked. 

"Mmmm hmmm?" she replied, stroking my chest softly. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't even think about what I was doing, and how it must have made you feel. Can you forgive me?" I asked her. 

"Of course, baby," she answered. "I must admit, the jealous feeling surprised me, though. I know it was Mom, and that we agreed to take care of her, but my first reaction, when I saw you in bed with someone else...anyone else...was anger. I guess deep down, I Love You, and I really don't want to share you. Even with Mom. Maybe, if it was all three of us together, and it was planned. I don't know."

"Well, you don't need to worry about it anymore, because I won't be repeating my mistake. Mom too. She felt terrible," I whispered, kissing her on the cheek. "I think we just got caught up in the moment, and forgot how things have changed. It won't happen again."

"Okay. Enough said," she giggled. "Now...feel free to make it up to me in whatever way you feel would be appropriate. I accept cash, checks, gold..." she suggested, "... or orgasms." 

I ducked quickly under the sheets, and took my place between her thighs. Mom had just finished munching on this perfect pussy a couple of hours ago, and I'm sure the memory of the orgasms was fresh, but I felt willing to live up to Mom's example. I never expected to be as good as Mom, but I'd settle for being the best male to ever eat my sister's cunt. With that in mind, I set to my task. 

I fluttered the tip of my tongue along her labia, working my way up the right side and over her clit. A soft moan was heard from above. A few big licks, from bottom to top, were greeted with similar sounds. 

I sat up, and threw the sheets back. Grabbing her ankles, I lifted her legs high. 

"Put the pillow under your ass," I directed. She did, and I lowered her legs. Propped up like this, I had better access to her pussy, and her butt as well. I went back to work. 

Ah, much better. I probed the depths of her moist crevice with my tongue...my, my, but she was tasty. Natalie spread her legs wider, pulling her lips further apart, letting her bright pink interior peek out. Her gaping hole begged for my fingers, and I gave it what it asked for, sliding first one, then two digits in. They made a wet, squishy sound as they penetrated her vestibule, and she groaned. My tongue found her clit again. Her hand landed on the back of my head, holding me in place, and indicating that she liked what I was doing. I added a third finger. 

"Oh fuck, Rick! That's nice!" she gasped. 

I hooked my fingers, and found the location I was looking for. There it was ; the little patch that felt like walnut shell, with ripples and ridges. I pressed, while licking her clit, and got the desired reaction. 

"Oh my...ahnnn...shit...Oh, yes!" She suddenly got very, very wet, and her cunt tried to break my fingers. That's one. I kept going when she relaxed, sliding in and out, rubbing firmly across the spot, sucking her clit as I did. It only took a minute or so before she was shrieking again. That's two. 

Her dripping, drooling gash provided the lubricant needed, as I extracted my fingers from her vagina, and inserted them, one at a time, into her ass. Natalie put a pillow over her face, and screamed. 

The orgasm counter had reached five before she begged me to stop. By that time, I had two fingers up her butt, two more in her pussy, and my tongue on her clitoris, causing a small puddle to form under her on the pillow. 

"Stop! Jesus, please stop! You're killing me! Step away from the ass and the pussy! Nothing to see here!" she giggled, her head lolling loosely. 

"Just trying to make it up to you," I said quietly, pulling my fingers out. 

"Oh, you have...believe me you have! Paid in full." 




Sibling Revival-ry Ch. 05



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Saturday morning, about two weeks after we moved in, Natalie rolled off me following a spirited morning session. She kissed me, and walked out, heading for the shower. I rested for a few minutes, then got dressed. As I walked into the living room, there was a knock on the door. 

I took about three steps toward the door, then realized that the bathroom door was open, my naked sister in the shower. The bedroom door was open, too, rumpled sheets, scent of sex and other evidence there to be seen, or smelled. 

"Just a second..." I called, and quickly closed the doors. I grabbed the air freshener from the kitchen, and spritzed the place. Finally, I answered the door. 

"Dad!" I gasped, opening it wide. 

"Hi," he smiled. "Anyone here want to go out for breakfast?" 

"I'm in," I answered, instantly happy I'd closed the doors. "Natalie's in the shower, but I imagine she's hungry, too." Probably famished, after nearly an hour of sweaty sex. 

I prayed that she noticed that the bathroom door was now closed, and didn't just come parading out into the living room naked. That could be harder to explain than the sheets. Luckily, my sister was a pretty sharp cookie, and she did see the closed door. She came out wrapped in a towel. 

"Daddy!" she giggled, hugging him tight. 

"We're invited to breakfast," I said calmly. "Hungry?" 

"Starving!" she replied, with a small grin. She ran into her room. "I'll be out in a flash!" Slam. 

We went out together, crisis averted for now, with Dad never knowing how close he came to catching his daughter riding his son's cock to a rollicking orgasm. Whew! 

***

I came home from class to find Natalie on the phone, jabbering away happily, with a big smile on her face. She waved me over and gave me a big kiss. 

"Yes...yeah, it's Rick, just getting home," she said to the phone. She mouthed 'Mom' at me, and I nodded. "I'll tell him Mom, you just have fun...and don't do anything I wouldn't do! Ha ha! Bye." 

"Have fun?" I asked. "Is she going somewhere?" 

"Not really, no. She just wanted us to know that we needn't worry about her getting between us anymore, or at least not as often."

"Really?" I asked, "why is that?" 

"Because, my dear brother," she whispered, slinking in my direction, "in our absence, Dad has rediscovered his libido, and Mom's charms. She says it's like when they were first married all over again, and she's loving every minute of it. Dad can't keep his hands off her, and he's fucking the daylights out of her nearly every night!"

"Wow! I didn't know he had it in him," I laughed. She was moving closer now, and had me cornered in the kitchen. "Natalie...what's that look for?" 

"Oh, just that with Mom out of the picture...I realized something." She licked her lips, and ran her eyes over my body. That look scared me, and excited me at the same time. 

"You're all mine!" she hissed. 

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