8 comments/ 99113 views/ 20 favorites Brother and Sister Reunion By: Nightwaves 1. A sharp creak echoed through the nocturnal stillness of the house. The old floor had betrayed the small, bare feet passing gently over its wooden slats. With the turn of a glass doorknob, a heavy door swung open for a second, admitted a body, then quickly shut. The figure, a lithe, young girl, moved quickly to the bed. She slid quietly beneath the pale, blue sheets, sidling against the boy sleeping there. Her voice hardly rippled the nocturnal blackness in the room as she whispered. "Denis." Sensing no response from the sleeping boy, the girl brushed her lips against his ear. "Denis." Her moist breath passed over his cheek. Under the soft, cotton sheets, her hand moved up and down the boy's bare thigh. She had pulled her flowered nightgown up to her waist, and her exposed body urgently pressed against him. Still in sleep, the boy reacted to her touch. His breathing paused, then resumed. His warm body flexed, almost imperceptibly, then began to press back against the girl's bare pelvis. "Sweet Denis," the girl sighed, as she rubbed her hand over the boy's flat stomach in a slow, circular motion. Her fingers slid furtively beneath the elastic band of his white shorts, caressing his silky, brown pubic hair. Within moments, the boy's cock began to stir, becoming tumescent against her small hand, then growing larger, making a miniscule tent pole in the front of his shorts. As the girl's fingers wrapped around his hardness, the boy awakened with a mild shudder. "What are you doing?" he whispered, his eyes still closed. "Be still," the girl cooed, "you'll like it." The boy loved and trusted the girl, so he let her continue the caresses. Gripping his erection firmly, the girl began to pump it, slowly, at first, then more briskly, until she found a comfortable rhythm. Within time, the boy began to breathe more heavily. Still pressed against the girl's body, he began to undulate against her hand, his strong buttocks tensing and pressing firmly against her burning bush. 2. "Son of a bitch," I thought, keeping an eye on the slow-moving propane truck lumbering ahead of me, "I'm stranded smack in the middle of another family reunion." Not that I harbored ill will toward any member of my family, but I preferred interacting with relatives one at a time. Every year, I forced myself to make the long drive south to the small Arizona town in which I was born. My marriage, childless and moribund after twelve years, gave me the perfect excuse to leave behind the wife I no longer loved, at least for a day. Standing outside the red brick VFW hall, I concentrated on the true reason for my attendance. Taking a deep breath, I took the plunge into a large roomful of my brethren. After some glad-handing, I went through the obligatory recounting of the past year of my life, in detail, to throngs of well-meaning, mostly elderly relatives. "Where's Lillian?" one of them would always ask, referring to my wife. "She had to stay home, I'm afraid," I lied. "I think she has a touch of the flu." Bullshit Excuse #7 worked well, if not used too often. It was perfect for distant relatives with poor memories of the previous year's reunion. "Oh, what a shame!" cried the short, grey dowager beside him. Aunt Betty emoted so much saccharine passion when she spoke. This gathering seemed to be the only thing that dragged her into the sunlight each year, and she made the most out of it. "That poor, dear girl always has a touch of something." Hmmm. Old auntie's memory wasn't so bad, after all. After breaking free of the geriatric crowd, I milled through a smattering of other individuals, lingering on a pretty niece whose well-endowed body belied her extreme youth. Studying the snug, black dress sheathing her ample figure, I tried to guess the color of her pubes, since her short-cropped hair had been severely bleached. Oh, what a sweet little fuck she would be. "Where's your mother?" I asked the seductive nymphet. Before the answer could escape from her pouty, red lips, I spotted my asshole brother, Bill, milling his way toward us. Shit. Bill slid up behind his sexy daughter, squeezing her bare shoulder pronouncedly. "Well," he asked with that booming, big shot voice of his, "what do you think of her?" "Let me take her out back for a quick fuck, then I can tell you," I thought to myself, "and with the right coach, namely me, her luscious little mouth could blow cock like a well-paid pro." "She's a beautiful girl," I replied to Bill, nonchalantly, quelling the tinges of lust in my voice. I envied the lucky guy who would take her cherry, if she still had one. The erotic child shot me a flirtatious glance, as if reading my mind, before disappearing into the crowd. "Goodbye, little fuck," I mourned silently, "perhaps I can taste your sweet pussy sometime." Over Bill's pinstriped shoulder, I noticed a cute blonde approaching; Susan, my older sister, and Bill's wife of fourteen years. Well into her second pregnancy and about to pop, she walked with slight difficulty but, to her credit, the black designer maternity dress managed to make her look as sexy as any woman in the room. "Hello, Denis," Susan twittered in a high, superficial voice. My sister hugged and kissed me distractedly. My arms reached out to encompass her extra girth, as her swollen stomach pressed against me. "How are you, sweetheart?" she asked, as if not caring to know the answer. What a performance. "Fine," I smiled, observing her condition, "it looks like you're about to give it up." "Should be any time, now," she sighed, sharing a look with her husband. I glanced at her breasts, swollen with milk and bigger than they had ever been, even during her first pregnancy, so many years ago. Her enlarged nipples were impossible to conceal. Even with layers of fabric covering them, I could see the distinct, half-moon ridge of an areola. That kid would have a mouthful. As Bill's gaze turned away, I glared at Susan. "Are you kidding?" my eyes asked her incredulously, referring to her husband. Not yet forty, Bill had obviously begun coloring his thinning hair. Why my sister had stayed with such a dipshit, and for such a long time, I could never understand. Susan gave me that familiar leer. "Behave yourself," she telepathed. "Fine," I thought, "as long as I can have some, too." As I conceded to some bullshit conversation, dominated mostly by Bill, the tension began. I eyed Susan intently, studying her face and the movement of her eyes. "Look at me, damn it," I begged her silently, "give me a sign." When another alpha-male distracted Bill, I pulled Susan aside. "So when can we go?" I whispered to my sister, touching her. "Patience, baby," she smiled gently, "we'll go soon, but we have to be careful." Her hand covered mine, pressing it against her warm skin. Within fifteen minutes, Susan began to feign illness. She disappeared into the ladies room for a few moments, then returned, looking decidedly peaked. My sister should have won an award. Her husband never suspected. After only minutes, Susan and I escaped on a shaky pretense. My sister needed some fresh air, so I would take her for a drive; a very long drive. She could breathe the dry air, and we could talk and catch up on our lives. Bill would stay at the reunion and chaperone his succulent little piece of jailbait. As for the rest, fuck 'em if they think it odd. At last, I had Susan to myself. As she entered the air-conditioned vault of my baby blue Oldsmobile, I helped my sister adjust and fasten the lap belt and shoulder harness. Touching her smooth shoulder, I could hardly quell my lust. My lips pressed against her scented neck. "Careful," she whispered, looking ahead as if I'd done nothing, "we're not free yet." I gunned the motor and we got the hell away. The sun waned behind the sand-colored hills in the distance. I had shut off the air conditioner as my sister rolled the windows down. The late-afternoon air blew across my face, carrying a calming, organic scent. We had been driving for about half-an-hour when Susan spotted a decent-looking motel, nestled in a grove of trees, far from the lonely highway. "This looks fine, babe," she said. Her voice had changed, now that we were alone, into that intimate, loving voice; her real voice, not that of Bill and his fabricated world. Oh yes, sweet sister. I nosed the car onto the gravel drive. With the gravel crunching beneath the tires, I angled the sedan past the side of the shingled main building, parking out of sight of the highway. The place looked old, but well-kept. The elderly caretaker smelled of pipe smoke and Old Spice. Forty dollars was a pretty good deal for this time of year, but anything would have been a bargain. After retrieving a small, token suitcase from the trunk, I led Susan to our room. The moment the door closed, my sister and I locked in a tight embrace. "Sweet baby," I whispered in the dim, murky light, "I missed you so much." "Ohhh, Denis," Susan exhaled, her lips touching my ear, "I really need some love." The sibling ritual began. For a sweet, lingering moment, our mouths devoured each other noisily, our tongues lashing out like battling serpents as saliva dampened our faces. Susan practically tore my shirt off, tossing it aside, as I quickly dropped my trousers and boxer shorts. In spite of her condition, my sister lunged forward like a panther, pushing me against the wall. Her open mouth pressed against my chest, kissing it and exploring it with her tongue. I closed my eyes momentarily, lost in the excitement of our long overdue reunion. "Oh, baby," I shuddered, "you know what I want." Her lips glistening wetly, Susan began to tease my left nipple with her teeth. The teasing turned into suckling as I moaned with pleasure, pressing my face into her hair. Her hand encircled my cock, squeezing it and stroking it slowly. The scent of my sister's flesh, mixed with that familiar perfume she always wore for me, filled my nostrils as I inhaled deeply. Our bodies pressed together, and my erection poked awkwardly against her swollen belly, making her giggle involuntarily. Breaking her suction, Susan turned her face to mine. "Get me naked," she whispered. Susan pulled her hair aside as I unbuttoned the back of her dress. Kissing her neck gently, I pulled the dress away from her shoulders, letting it slip to her feet. Her bare skin reflected the meager light from the bathroom. My fingers nestled in the curve of her back as I led my sister to the king-sized bed. As we sat on the flowered bedspread, I helped Susan unhook her bra. Gently, I peeled the fabric away from her engorged mounds. Reacting to the cool air, her areolas puckered and her dark, red nipples became hard and pointed. Kneeling at her feet, I slid her panty hose down her parted legs, gazing at her exposed body. As my sister had done since childhood, she kept her sweet little bush trimmed in a perfect triangle. Susan knew how much I loved to press my face into her silky floss. As I reverently kissed the inside of each thigh, I listened to her breathing become more audible, and smelled the gentle musk of her need. Gazing into her beautiful, gleaming brown eyes, I rubbed her swollen stomach. "It's almost nine months to the day," I smiled, recalling our last meeting. My hands cupped her heavy breasts, lifting them, slightly awestruck by their sheer bulk. "Suck them," she stated plainly, then, smiling, added, "they'll dribble all over if you don't." Nuzzling her thick, erect nipple, I began to suckle my sister's breast, pressing my face into the soft, pillowy mound as my hands clasped around her naked, rounded hips. I could hear her sigh with pleasure as I began to draw out mouthful after mouthful of warm, rich milk. Some of the milk escaped the vacuum of my lips, trickling down my chin and across my chest. A rhythmic sucking noise filled my ears as I drained Susan's supply. Soon, the flow of milk began to decrease. "Get the other one, too," she commanded gently. My hungry mouth released her wet nipple and quickly turned to the other, sucking powerfully, as I knew she liked it. "Mmmm," she moaned, running her fingers through my hair, "I never get tired of this." I knew it was true. I could suck my sister's tits for hours, not only before, but after sex, after we had both come. Back when we had a fully functioning marriage, my wife's nipples would be very sensitive after sex. She would cover her breasts with her arms, then roll over, facing away from me, as if I'd done something wrong by trying to touch them again. Eventually, I learned the best thing to do was to go to sleep, and leave Lillian to her own devices. With Susan, tit-sucking was merely part of a long, slow buildup to another hot round of sex. As Susan fed me the last of her milk, my hands slid gently around her waist, down to her thighs. Slowly, my fingers began to brush against her thick, blonde patch of pubic hair, caressing the swollen lips of her cunt. After having one child and preparing for another, her pussy had enlarged considerably. Parting her legs slightly, she sighed. "Be careful, baby, you might start it," Susan whispered, referring to her late-term pregnancy. But she needed to fuck, and I did, too, and the baby was due anyway. Gently pushing her back on the bed, I slid between Susan's legs, pressing my hips against hers. With hardly a push, my cock slid into her sopping, wet pussy. Not much friction was there, but none was expected. As I gently began to pump against my sister's pregnant body, I shuddered. "Oh, God, I love you, Susan." "Mmmm," she groaned, trying to control her arousal, trying to savor our time together and to make it last for as long as possible, "I love you too, sweet brother." The motel room filled with the sounds and smells of animalistic, sibling sex. 3. As children, my sister and I had the same relationship most young siblings do. We were at each other's throats half of the time, and barely tolerating each other the remaining half. About the time I reached puberty, Susan's wild appetites surfaced, and our generic sibling relationship would never be the same. My sister would give "togetherness" a whole new level of meaning; pressing her body against mine as we watched television late at night, exposing herself "by accident" as she exited the steamy bathroom and proceeded to dress, and otherwise teasing me mercilessly when no witnesses could see. By the time I was in high school, the whole game had escalated into more. Our mother, widowed at thirty-seven, took a full-time job to support her family. Most of the year, her work schedule synchronized with our days at school, so when we were home, so was she. Summertime, though, meant no school for us, and loads of free time to get into mischief. Each weekday morning brought that magic time when mom left for work and we remained home. "You two stay out of trouble," mom said on most mornings as she rushed out the door. We had to smile. Susan locked the doors and eagerly tended to her younger brother. Our assigned chores took only an hour or so. Most of the day was spent on my sister's bed, under the soft, warm blankets. Writhing together, our nude bodies coupled quickly, undulating insistently to completion. Susan taught me all she knew about fucking, and I tried very hard to be an ace student. By the afternoon, we had to change her bedsheets, which reeked of sex. A quick jump into the shower made us smell sweet and innocent once again. "My, you two smell good," mom complimented us on many a summer afternoon, "and you put clean sheets on the bed again." To my dismay, this dream would not last. Like many independently-minded teenaged girls lacking a strong father figure, Susan developed the hard head of a pack mule and an unwavering resistance to our mother's attempts at authority. Eventually, Susan's activities outside of our loving home had become too much for mom and, after a mother-daughter catfight over Susan's new, lesbian girlfriend, my sister exited the nest. My sister and her lover, a short, plump, masculine terror named Theresa, took a small apartment in the seedy, low-rent (or trendy, Bohemian, depending on one's outlook) corner of town, down by the university. Of course, I would drop by often, pedaling my red-and-white Schwinn across town immediately after school. Susan had kindly given me a key. At the time, the dawn of the '80's, Susan endeavored to live the Punk lifestyle, complete with butchered, spiky blue hair that conveyed to the world her status as a Grrl. Theresa, in contrast, had a short, mannish cut dyed to a deep, bloody red which, I thought, perfectly matched her dark personality. What a motley fucking pair they made. Perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself. Their relationship started well before Susan left home. Theresa liked them young, as I would soon discover, and had been patrolling the local hangouts for young, rebellious girls. In her early twenties, Theresa was a veteran predator, and soon had my sister wrapped around her chubby little finger. Soon, Theresa would come to the house when our mother was at work, and it didn't take long for her to join in on our incestuous activities. I became part of their passionate relationship on a dreary, autumn afternoon. I discovered them nude, wrestling on my sister's bed. I knew they made love when mom was out, but had never caught them at it. Susan usually pulled her bedroom door shut. For the first time, I saw Theresa's nude, Rubenesque body. Her pale skin, covered with freckles and a few tattoos, had a finer texture than I had expected. Occasional patches of stretch marks broke up the ample folds of smooth skin. Her thin, triangular patch had barely a hint of light auburn, and did nothing to conceal her thick, swollen pussy lips. Sensing my presence, Susan turned her gaze toward me. "You want some, too?" my sister smiled seductively. "Are you kidding?" I thought to myself. Watching those two going after it could get a dead man hard. Susan nodded to her lover. Theresa, sensing fresh prey, turned her attention toward me with the intensity of a hungry tigress. Shivering with arousal, I watched as her pudgy fingers peeled away all of my clothes. My sister retreated to the corner of the bed, curling her legs underneath her, gazing intently at her naked, aroused brother. Theresa squeezed my throbbing little weenie, bringing her face near to it. Her full, red lips stopped within an inch of my swollen cock. I waited, glancing up to my sister. "Well," Susan hissed, her slender fingers firmly smoothing down her wet, matted bush, "suck it, bitch!" Grinning devilishly, Theresa began to kiss my erection, pressing her thick lips underneath the sensitive helmet and, while Susan watched intently, she began undulating her head against my shaft. The suction Theresa created was incredible. Not even Susan, in her most aggressive blow-jobs, took my young cock in such a forceful manner. Wincing with pleasure, I moaned softly, squirming as I felt my engorged balls slowly disappearing into Theresa's all-consuming mouth. I closed my eyes, consumed with pleasure as Theresa filled the room with a wet, slurping cacophony. After only a couple of minutes, I felt the approaching spasms of a good, hard come. Theresa felt the twitching of my cock, sensing the oncoming orgasm, and reacted. Pulling her head back, she let my cock loose with a loud, wet smack. Teetering on the edge, I groaned in dismay, reaching for my cock to finish the job. But my tormentor had other plans. "Uh-uh," Theresa grunted, batting my hand away from my wet pole. She rolled onto her back, siding up to my sister who, I noticed, had started fingering herself gently. Taking me into her arms, Theresa pulled me on top of her body, positioning my hips between her massive thighs. Grasping my throbbing member, she poked it into her sopping, wet snatch. Instinctively, my body took over. After fucking my sister hundreds of times, no thought was needed for this simple action. Arching my back, I began slapping my hips against Theresa's ass with an urgent, staccato rhythm. Brother and Sister Reunion "Damn, kid," Theresa gasped with her thick French Canadian accent, "you've done this before, eh?" Little did she know. As I rode Theresa's fat, yielding body, I watched my sister out of the corner of my eye. Susan's index finger blurred against her wet, hard clit. All three of us began to moan in unison, all approaching climax. Susan whimpered with arousal. "Oh yeah," her voice quivered, "that's it. That's it!" As my sister slapped her pussy through one orgasm, then two, I blew my load into Theresa, crying out with completion. Theresa, not yet satisfied, glared at me. "Don't you stop fucking until I'm done!" she commanded angrily. Susan's fingers, slick with juices, reached out to tease one of Theresa's huge nipples. Growling like a bitch dog in heat, Theresa clamped her powerful thighs around my body, forcing my cock as far into her hole as it could possibly go. Rallying after my initial orgasm, I continued pumping against this crazy girl and, like a rag doll caught in the claws of a wild beast, held on for dear life. Theresa's scent, much stronger than my sister's, invaded the room. It was acrid and feral, and concentrated my thoughts on one simple act. An erotic diversion had now conflagrated into animalistic rape as both of our bodies dripped with fresh sweat. Now Susan's fingers began sliding down my back, to my ass. As I labored against Theresa's body, working toward another orgasm, my sister's hand slowly massaged my tensing, undulating buttocks. Soon, her hand slid between my sweaty thighs, her fingers brushing against my swollen balls. She knew that would make her dear brother come yet again. "How does her pussy feel?" Susan whispered breathily into my ear as I fucked her lover. "Is it slick like mine?" To our mutual delight, Theresa orgasmed as I shot yet another load. This bizarre triangle continued for several months, often every day that mom was not home. Now Susan and I had to change the smelly sheets, plus whisk Theresa out the door before Mom returned from work. "My God," Susan grimaced, opening a window after a particularly long and nasty free-for-all, "Theresa's pussy smell just won't go away." There were several close calls, but mom never hinted that she suspected anything unusual. 4. Soon the family fight erupted and my sister moved out. Susan thrashed wildly with her new freedom, spreading her body around without a thought, but also taking the full blows of consequence. Her relationship with Theresa was far from exclusive. Months passed, then a year. Our incestuous meetings became more infrequent, as Susan's thighs were busy handling a lot of other traffic. Theresa, nurturing full-blown drug addiction, became emotionally erratic, often violent. Susan tired of the fighting and, with the help of a court order, Theresa and her rage faded from the scene. Meanwhile, my life at home with mom proceeded with relative ease. Mostly, I was bored shitless, coming home from school in the afternoon to do a few chores, play basketball in the driveway, or watch a movie on the new VCR mom had bought. During the summer, I would work part-time at the supermarket, bagging groceries, but that still left a great deal of free time on my hands. My friends, some of them female, would drop by on occasion, or I would go out on an official "date", but I never stopped thinking of Susan. When I found some privacy, my jeans and shorts would drop to my knees, and I would stroke my aching cock, thinking of my sister and how much I needed her touch. During this time, I spent countless days in solitude, masturbating and coming, over and over, until my dick burned with abuse. Things had to change, and I made a pact with myself to get back into my sister's life. With Theresa's departure, I began frequenting Susan's apartment more often. It became a retreat of sorts, that is, when she didn't have "guests". It had a quasi-Spartan decor, sort of a goofy clash of garish colors with a slight twinge of nihilism (in my opinion, the early '80's was not a time for anything tasteful). The frenzied, makeshift quality of the apartment conveyed the chaos of my sister's life and her countless sexual liaisons. Susan must have longed for her brother, too. I quickly noticed that she would always welcome me in, and whoever might have been there at the time was quickly whisked away. As became her habit, my sister confided to me her most recent encounters. Lying on the dark green futon pad Susan had spread on the floor (it doubled as a bed whenever sleep or sex was needed), we retreated into our private world. My sister, resting her head on my chest, recounted her ongoing parade of sexual encounters. Before their final parting, Susan told me of her fights with Theresa, and their passionate make-up sessions. After that, she concentrated on her numerous other lovers. Her soft, cooing little-girl voice caressed each four-lettered word and erotic scenario as her hand rested on my thigh. "Then, just when the two frat guys stuck their cocks in my ass and pussy," Susan confessed casually, "this sorority chick sticks her furry cunt in my face." Her fingers twitched on my jeans. "So, what else can I do but start muff-diving, too." She squirmed a bit. I could always smell the scent of her arousal. It wasn't from her pussy; not a musky odor, but more a fresh, gentle scent from the pores of her skin. Can one detect the scent of pheromones? "The guy in my ass was pretty small, thank God," Susan continued, "but this other guy, Roy, I think, had this monster dong. My pussy almost couldn't handle it, and then there was this old guy watching us in the corner. I think he was someone's dad." The moment she sensed the lump in my crotch, her fingers slid toward it, running around the edges. She looked up at me, watching my face, as she rambled on. "Anyhow, this chick had the biggest bush. I had to poke my tongue through this fuckin' forest before I got to her clit. Then she starts gushing all over my face. I had to swallow a couple times before she came. Then this old guy starts jacking off, just looking at us like some fuckin' serial killer." Susan sensed me breathing more heavily. Her little scenario had created the desired effect. As she had done for many glorious years, my big sister slowly unzipped my jeans and pulled out my aching cock. I gazed at her through half-closed eyes, watching her soft face draw near to it. Her mouth opened, and a sly, teasing tongue would come out and tickle the underside of my shaft. Her baby-skin, almost unchanged since she took her first exploratory kisses against my young cock, glowed warmly. Her mouth quickly engulfed me with warm, wet friction and her cheeks bowed with a steady suction. Sighing deeply, I closed my eyes, gently placing my hand on the back of her undulating head, as the sweet noise of hydraulic slurping filled my ears. 5. In the still silence of the motel room, we came yet again. Breathing heavily, I pulled my wet, glistening cock from Susan's body. Drained after two strong orgasms, I retreated, sitting on my heels. Slack-jawed, I gazed vacantly at my sister's wet, matted pussy, sorting out the disjointed thoughts in my head. I had given her a thoroughly messy ride. Gently, her hand slid into mine. I squeezed it firmly, studying the details of her face. Her thighs glistened, still apart, as if ready for more loving. Her beautiful face had that familiar, post-orgasmic softness I knew very well. Catching my breath, I studied the dated orange-and-brown pattern on the wallpaper behind the headboard of our conjugal bed. Looking back down at my lover, I observed fresh lines corralling the corners of her mouth. Susan broke the silence. "I'm leaving Bill." A warm glow surged through my body as my sister pulled me forward to lie beside her. "What will you do?" I asked, fighting to keep my elation under control. "Collect alimony. Work. Who the fuck knows?" She furrowed her brow. Susan's face surrendered more easily to deep creases these days. She still hated planning her life too far into the future. Propping myself on a pillow, I watched the movement of her face, silhouetted in the dim light, as she continued. "That faggot stopped touching me the moment I got pregnant," she spat, "but it didn't matter anyway. I could never come." After pausing for a moment, she continued. "Fuck this bullshit," her eyes closed tightly, "I'm tired of pretending. I'm tired of trying to meet everyone's fucked-up expectations." "What about Beth?" I asked, referring to her daughter, the nymphet at the reunion, "and," I placed my hand on her swollen stomach, "this." Susan closed her eyes, near tears. "The fucker's never home, so how would he know the difference?" she whispered, "Beth isn't his anyway, but he's too dumb to see that." "And the baby," I added. "No," she choked, turning her penetrating, wet eyes toward mine. My hand caressed her face, wiping away the tear streaks. In my mind, I had already left my wife to support the sister who was going to need all the help she could get. "Just fuck me," she pleaded. We needed to be getting back to the reunion but, at that moment, neither one of us cared. The charade was becoming dangerously close to an end. Susan's tears tasted salty as I kissed her eyes and face. "Please fuck me now," she repeated, her voice frail with resignation, "I just want to feel good for awhile," she shuddered, "I hardly ever feel good anymore." I positioned my body between her still-open thighs and, easily sliding my still-wet cock into my sister's body, began pumping away. 6. I remembered the dark nights in my bedroom before Susan left home. My sister devoured my cock, the slurping echoing off the walls, but the fear of Mom discovering us never prevented me from coming. Mom slept soundly, or so I hoped, as my sister paid her nightly visits. Thinking back on those days, I hardly ever came without my sister present. Susan kept her brother drained of any come and any need to come. Her slurping grew louder, bringing me back from my dream. Blearily, I opened my eyes, staring vacantly at the ceiling in Susan's apartment, lying on the futon as my sister concentrated on drawing yet another load from my body. Suddenly, I felt Susan's body move, repositioning itself. My eyes focused to be greeted by my sister's golden-downed cunt. Her mouth released its hold my cock for a split second. "Eat me," she whispered, then returned to her business. Clasping my hands around Susan's smooth thighs, I pressed my mouth to her already-sopping orifice. Immediately, I heard her moan and felt the vibration of her mouth on my pulsing helmet as I plunged my tongue deep into my sister's canal. Her sucking became more vigorous as I brought my tongue back toward her swollen clit. I could feel her bracing herself, pushing her ass against my face and grinding her cunt against my open mouth. My hands snaked up under her tank top, caressing her smooth flesh. My hands passed over her hard-tipped globes, giving them a gentle squeeze before returning my hands to her thighs. Susan's steady, rhythmic action against my cock started to take its toll. I had to fight to concentrate on her pussy. My fingers began to rub her swollen cunt lips. That, plus my involuntary moaning, was pushing her to the brink. I knew I would come soon. At that moment, I assaulted Susan's pussy with concentrated licks to her clit. I knew the exact spot that my sister loved to have worked over. With my fingers spreading her pussy wide, my tongue assaulted her slick button. Susan grunted and swayed a bit, but she never let up on the even pumping of my dick. At that moment, the dam broke. "Oh, God, YES!" I moaned loudly, my voice muffled by my sister's ass. For a few seconds, I broke my assault on her pussy, pressing my cheek against her sopping wet cunt, shuddering as wave after wave of come erupted from my cock into her hungry mouth. She held a strong suction on my tool until the spasms subsided. I heard her choke slightly, but it didn't stop her from swallowing it all. Susan knew how her brother liked it. I was eager to make my sister come, to service her as well as she had serviced me. I pressed my open mouth against her cunt, plunging my tongue deep into her lovely orifice. Her heavenly scent intoxicated me. Immediately, she began to undulate against my face. "Mmmm, yes, baby," Susan's voice quivered, "lick it right there." Her ass moved to the rhythm of my darting tongue. "Ohhh, yeah! That's it. Lick my spot. Lick my sweet spot!" My hands and face felt my sister's ass tensing as her orgasm approached. She yelped. "Oh, God, honey, I'm there, my love, I'M THERE!" Her ass convulsed as she came. My face, coated with her juices, wriggled against her crotch as she collapsed with the onslaught of the orgasm. I had to hold my breath as my sister came and came, squeezing her ass cheeks against my face, covering it, squeezing out the sweet, sublime lightning that shot through her pussy. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she babbled, exhaustedly humping my face as I licked her crotch clean. She finally ceased motion as my tongue cleaned up the last of her mess. I collapsed backward as she rolled onto her side, both of us panting like marathon runners. My head and shoulders felt like lead weights. Exhausted from coming, I slowly drifted into a trance. Susan's breathing slowly turned into the light wisps of a sleeping, satisfied sister. Countless years later, the details of that night, and the following morning, haven't faded one iota from my memory. Although the sex that night was nothing extraordinary for us, it marked, for me, the realization of my life's passion. The first light of day finally caused me to blink open my eyes. The sound of Susan's slow, steady breathing filled my ears. For a long time, I lie, motionless, absorbing the details of the room in the early light. The musty night air still hung inside the apartment, having casually lingered in throughout the previous evening. After an eternity, I dragged myself up, carefully, as to not wake my sister, and crept into the bathroom. I urinated, then removed my disheveled clothes, hanging them on a hook behind the bathroom door. Reaching into the closet, I pulled out an old, tattered bathrobe. Slipping it on, I made my way into the kitchen and began searching through the cabinets for something to eat. Christ, the shit my sister kept in those cabinets! Twinkies. Powdered stuff. Yuck. Reaching far back, past an ancient box of Wheat Thins, I retrieved the can of coffee I had left there almost a year before. After rinsing the funk out of a battered aluminum coffee pot, I filled it halfway with tepid water, followed by several tablespoons of stale Columbian Blend. Striking a large, white-tipped kitchen match, I lit the burner of the ancient gas stove. Placing the coffee pot atop the undulating blue-yellow blossom of flame, I watched and waited for the brew to boil. At that moment, 9:54am, Sunday, April 18, 1982, I silently surrendered to my sister. I doubted if I could live without her. After ages of mutual shoulder-leaning, warm closeness and lots of raw, nasty fucking, I realized, as the scent of simmering coffee reached my olfactory senses, there was no alternative. Like my young adult mind imagined a married couple to be, we had become one. I knew the terrain of my sister's body better than my own face. Often, I would flash back to our first sexual encounter. Susan's body shifted clumsily as she lowered herself onto my cock for the first time. I could see myself, agape with wonder, barely comprehending the new experience and at the same time slowly sinking into the sexual addiction that would direct our relationship from then on. Quietly, I turned on Susan's little black-and-white TV, perched on what passed for a coffee table in the center of her apartment. I rotated the whip antenna until some semblance of an image materialized on the screen. Settling into the big, overstuffed sofa, I watched the snowy, flickering screen with the volume turned down until the weather report came on. Eventually, my eyes wandered over to my sister, sprawled nude in a mess of disheveled bedclothes. I studied the details of her soft, young body. How much I needed her, I knew. The warm closeness of someone I had known all of my life. In spite of our perennial arguments, our mutual love and needfulness never ceased. Mom had long ago figured out where I spent so many nights. She knew nothing of our intimacy, or so I believed. Mom never domineered over me, which surprised me in light of her treatment of Susan. Perhaps she reasoned that I was a young man and, as long as she knew my whereabouts, there was no cause for worry. She could, and would, interrogate me, in that gentle way of hers, mostly without success. It was the weekend, so I lingered, savoring the coffee, watching the snowy, flickering images on TV. As the morning wore on, the noises outside of our intimate cocoon increased. Being near the university, the neighborhood usually bustled with college students, more so when they were out for the weekend, but no one ever disturbed us, with the exception of Susan's cronies. After a stoned ex-lover of Susan's burst in on us, mid-coitus, in the middle of the night, she painted a large, unmistakably blunt sign to hang on the door when she wished to shut out the world: KEEP THE FUCK OUT!!! I checked the front door often to make sure the red and black sheet of plywood remained there. Stepping into the warm spray of the shower, I rubbed Susan's feminine-smelling soap all over my body, washing my hair, letting the water caress me. Grabbing the cleanest towel I could find, I returned to the living room, letting the cool draft from the tiny air conditioner envelop my body. My sister, as always, slept deeply and lengthily. Rubbing myself to some degree of dryness, I slid back under the blankets next to my sister's hot, radiant body. I pressed against her, letting my hand rest across her smooth belly. Pressing my face against her hair, I inhaled her natural scent, closing my eyes blissfully. I held her nude body against mine. Our flesh pressed together, creating an adhesive sheen between us. Time passed, and the afternoon came. The angle of the sun had gone away from the big window in the main room, changing the shadows surrounding us. At last, my sister made waking noises. Her body twitched and shifted, pressing against me. She whispered. "Theresa?" she questioned, her head turning slightly. Susan's breakup with Theresa was still fresh, and she had a habit of losing track of time. I didn't reply, but rubbed her soft shoulder, nuzzling her hair gently. Susan sighed and shifted again. My body was nothing like Theresa's plump, full-breasted figure. Her hand made its way to my thigh, rubbing it gently. Arching her back slightly, she rubbed her ass lightly against my groin with a slightly demanding moan. Oh yes, sweet sister. I rubbed my hand across her hip, clasping it, pulling her ass cheeks apart slightly as my growing cock inched its way into her crack. We both needed some more. My hips began moving against her as I worked my cock against her sweet wet spot, slowly moving deeper into her body. She gasped and moaned more loudly as I pushed myself in as far as I could go. Holding my sister tightly, I began thrusting against her ass, feeling the slick aftermath of our sex the night before. My speed was not hurried, and not slow, but thorough and loving, the snug cave of her pussy caressing my cock, taking care of her needs and satiating the needs she had fired in me. Oh, sweet sister, my eternal love. Sex was the salve that soothed our young years. The bumps and jolts of growing up, what Susan and I didn't solve with love, patience and words, we satisfied with fucking. It was the spackle that filled our cracks. Brother and Sister Reunion I remember dad's death. After the initial wave of grief passed, I was left angry at god and the world for taking him. Although she shared my grief and we consoled each other, my sister remained, otherwise, strangely quiet, as if she had a big secret. Within time, Susan would drop the bomb. Susan's revelation of dad's sexual encounters with her left me analyzing our family in a whole new light. Of course, my sister managed to turn it all into a highly erotic story. I couldn't believe what I was hearing from her, and that she was turning me on with it. The week after dad's death we passed in a marathon fuck. I vented my remaining anger and confusion to exhaustion. Mom had left us with Aunt Frieda for a couple of days while she took care of dad's unfinished business. We loved Aunt Frieda, an elderly spinster, and soon loved her failing hearing even more. After she went to bed, which was usually early, I rutted like a lion with the lithe body of my sister. Ah, so many years ago. 7. I bucked against my sister's body, coming again, violently. She yelped, pushing her ass against my thrusts. She came shortly afterward, her contractions squeezing my cock, milking out the last of my come. We didn't speak. Our bodies did it all. I remained inside her, clinging to her lovely body, for another fleeting eon. Squeezing my eyes shut, I relished the warmth of her flesh, the stillness of the room, the gentle movement of the air, and the hum of the air conditioner. Clinging to my sister, I imagined us in years past. In the dim twilight before me, I could almost see Susan's young body, nude and lovely, exposed through the open front of her bathrobe. She stood over me, an ignorant boy, stroking my hair. Often she came to my bedroom, slipping out of that old bathrobe and sliding her naked body in with mine. I would roll over to face my sister. Her body was hard to resist. She slid herself up to where her budding breasts greeted my face. Resting my hands on her waist, I took one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking, gently at first, then more aggressively at her instruction, switching to the other nipple when the first one became sore, sucking on them for what seemed forever, relishing the feel of her stiff, thick buds, and the taste of her skin. Her hands rubbed the small of my back as she groaned gently. "Ohhh, baby," Susan mumbled quietly, "that makes me sooo horny." As she nursed me, Susan began to explore my buttocks and thighs. My cock, already erect, occasionally brushed against her leg, aching, waiting, begging for the moment when my sister turned her attention to it. Her hands squeezed my buttocks, pulling apart the two small masses of tensing flesh. I shivered with excitement as her fingers crept inside, exposing my anus. Overcome with arousal, my suckling broke away and I whimpered into her scented breasts. "Play with my cock. Please!" I begged with a quivering voice. "Please make me come." My sister. My savior. The beginning and the end was she, in that moment her arms encircled my body and our naked flesh drew together. My body readily absorbed her pure love, seasoned with fresh sibling lust. Pressing our lips together, Susan captured my soul in that sublime moment when my hardness, my center, became engulfed in her loving wetness, squeezing, yielding to me as I slid into my sister's beautiful folds. Mom could sleep through almost anything (or did she?) as our bodies gently moved against each other. At the start, the only sound that interrupted our steady breathing was the gentle creaking of the golden brass bedframe. Susan raised her leg, allowing me to enter her more deeply. Soon, my slick, lunging cock glistened with her arousal. Our bodies synchronized, moving together silently in a perfect fucking motion. My sister's hot breath washed over my face each time she exhaled. Her hard nipples brushed against mine, the electric spark firing my lust even higher. With a stifled shudder, I came. Susan came. And we still come. Now in our thirties, we've made an art out of grabbing stolen moments to share our love. Although circumstances kept us apart, we still found time to meet for a family reunion of our own. It was our special refuge, no matter what else happened in the world, or in our lives. We found a remote refuge to relive the days of our youth, and to share and celebrate the sibling love that has never died. Susan's breasts have developed a slight sag over the years, and her skin has lost some of the resilience of our days in that ratty apartment. I notice, but it doesn't quell my excitement. The need glows inside our bodies, still strong after so many years. And it does so, brightly. The gentle slapping of our bodies together start the birthing process, and we end the evening in the emergency room with Susan giving birth to a healthy boy. Soon, the family gathers and I blend into their crowding chatter. My mother gives me an odd, penetrating look after seeing the baby. But it couldn't be mine. My sister and I are much too careful. Could it be? Brother and Sister Reunite Ch. 01 Robert woke up with a start. His sister was coming home today. She had been away for a long time living with their father in Florida while he was with their mother back in Texas. It wasn't a divorce or anything, actually his father visited every weekend, but both of their dream jobs kept them away during the week from each other. His sister could have come with her father, but you know how girls are when they reach their teenage years. His mother and father were going away to Washington for the week while he and his sister were forced to stay back in Texas together. When he looked over at the clock on the bedside table it was already 11. Robert stood up and threw on some jeans and a random T-shirt. From the sound of things his mom was already downstairs and it sounded like... Someone was down there with her. Fuck, Robert thought. He scrambled out of his room just to fall down the stairs. The chatter in the dining room and footsteps came towards him. There was a gasp and hands helping him up. His mother Cara started gushing over him to make sure he was alright. Robert here was 20 (and so you know his sister is 18) and heading off to college in August. Just 2 months left (that means it is May). He absolutely hated his mother treating him like he was still a small child. He ripped himself from her grip and pushed her away. "I'm 20 mom, quit. I'm fine." He and his father exchanged a quick greeting and his parents walked into the dinning room, Robert following close after just to stop. Stop and stare. His sister sat there in a tight tank top and short tight pants. She wore what seemed to be at least three inch heels and she just grinned at him and bounced up, running towards Robert with arms wide. How she managed to stay up, he didn't know. "Robert!!" She squealed while wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. Robert tried not to notice how big her tits were, or how they were squished against him, but it was really hard. She at least had to be c-cups. He wrapped his arms around her and nudged his face into her hair. "It's so great to see you brother. It's been what, four years?" She pulled back and grinned again. Robert pulled his arms away from her and ran them through her hair. It was way longer, still the same blonde that they both had since children. "Kat, you look great." His sister, Katherine, and himself had looked a lot alike. They could be twins without that two year difference. Strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes, thin yet muscular, and the perfect skin shade to look just the right amount of pale and tan to compliment everything. "Thanks! You do, too. I guess this weekend we can catch up for all the years we missed." They both laughed and sat down to finish breakfast with their parents who would be leaving shortly. -6 Hours Later- Katharine was lounging outside in the backyard pool in one of her bikinis, leaving very little up to thr imagination to wonder, while Robert was up in his room blasting music through his headphones and reading a book. Eventually Katharine got bored and headed inside, upstairs, and knocked on the door to her brothers room. For her, she didn't even try to stop herself from noticing how sexy her brother had become. During their time separated she had spent her days finding random things to entertain herself in the free time. One thing she found was some brother and sister erotica, and then she herself began to wonder what it would be like. She didn't argue with her dad to spend time with her brother while he and her mom went away together, mostly because she wanted to try and seduce him but also because it had been forever since they had last seen each other. Growing impatient of waiting, she pushed the door open and strutted in. Robert bolted up, smacking his headphones off. "The hell are you doing?!" He yelled. She stopped and stood there, folding her arms over her chest and trying to come up with some reason for her barging in. The answer came to her as his eyes were just glued to her body. She had a great idea. "I'm sorry... I just wanted to ask you a few questions brother." He sighed and went back to laying on his bed, basically a defeat saying she could come in. Katharine shut the door behind her and sat down on his bed. She looked around the room and smiled, still as neat as ever. She laid down next to him, and wrapped her arm around him. "I was wondering... What is sex like?" Robert tensed up, and Katharine smiled to herself. "Uh.. W-wh-what?" Katharine rested her head on his chest. "Well, you are so sexy, so you must have done it right?" "Uhm... Yeah I have once or twice. Why do you want to know?" "Because I've never done it. And I really wanna know what its like." "It's hard to explain." "Then how about.." Katharine sat up and pulled one of her legs over him. She sat down on his stomach. "You show me?" "What?! No your my-!" Katharine had pressed her mouth against his and snaked her tongue into his mouth, forcing him to shut up. For a while he SST there, but realizing she wasn't going to relent and hormones kicking in, he started kissing back until finding the strength to push her away. She feigned a frown and started to tear up. "This is wrong. We are siblings!" Katharine scooted down, her body resting on his rock hard erection that could be felt though his pants. "It doesn't seem like you really care. Please brother I want my first to be special, not some random guy in a club or something." This seemed to get to him. Katharine took this opportunity to press herself down on him and make out with him again. Immediately he started kissing her back. She waited a few minutes then stroked her hand down from his chin to his belt line. This broke Robert into reality. "Stop!" "But please, Rob!" "You won't let this go will you?" "Nope." "Ugh fine! We can continue this... After dinner. We are going out to eat." Katharine grinned and hugged him. "Okay, I'm good with that." She hopped off of his body and bounced to the door. She turned her head back to him. "See you for dinner!" Katharine said before bounding out his bedroom to get all dressed up for tonight.