14 comments/ 172621 views/ 47 favorites Dana Comes Home By: whatnow221 I Dana hadn't been home in nearly a full year. College was college, and breaks from school were spent visiting beaches or boyfriends, or both. But at the dawn of senior year things at school, for the first time, were overwhelming. Plus, she had this monstrous paper to write and needed to concentrate. So in a fit, she had jumped in her car and driven home, looking for space and solitude to clear her head and write. She showed up at the front door of her home with no warning. She doubted that the door was locked and was tempted to just walk in. But she hadn't been home in quite awhile, so she acted like a stranger and pressed the doorbell. Her mother, Annabelle, or Ann, answered the door, and took in the sight of her daughter with surprise. Both mother and daughter were known for keeping their composure, and this was no different. Ann simply opened the door, greeted her daughter and they hugged. The two looked virtually identical, with shoulder length hair, a slight frame, and somewhat detached air about them. The main difference was the black frame glasses Dana favored, whereas Ann used contacts. Dana also dyed her hair jet black, whereas Ann kept her hair brown. They even dressed similarly. Both of them wore a t-shirt, from which their identical pairs of perky tits jutted forwards. Ann was wearing a tight pair of jeans that hugged her curves, but Dana was wearing yellow shorts that were short without being immodest. As they hugged, their breasts mashed together. Ann noted that she could actually feel her daughter's nipples through their shirts and her bra. It was pretty clear that Dana had decided to go without a bra. Her breasts were jiggling and bouncing obviously in her t-shirt. Ann invited Dana in and took her bags. She didn't yet ask the purpose of the visit, but she sensed there must be a reason for it. The semester at Dana's private university was almost half way through, and Dana was not in the habit of popping home midweek, or really of visiting home at all. Dana was glad to be home. Her home was generally a comfortable, low-key, quiet (or boring, depending on one's perspective) atmosphere. It would be easier to work at home than back at school where it seemed like everyone she knew was in crisis mode, dealing with all kinds of young adult issues. Her roommate especially had been pissing her off recently. They were good friends, but as of late her roommate had been having loud sex, almost as if on purpose, making it really hard for Dana to concentrate on her paper. This was the immediate cause for Dana jumping in the car and heading home. Dana had arrived at dinner time and she sat down with her mom, her dad Kevin, and her brother Brendan. They were all glad to see her and wanted to visit. But Dana didn't have time to catch up with her family, even if she hadn't seen them in what seemed like forever. So after a quick dinner, she collected her things and shut herself in her room. Two hours later, Dana selected a whole section of the draft of her thesis paper and slammed the delete key. It was all wrong. She was visibly trembling with the stress as she stood up, turned to the side and looked at herself in the mirror on the wall of her childhood bedroom. As she stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes blurred. Staring at the mirror, Dana wasn't really thinking. She just stood there, glad for reprieve from actively struggling to write, even though the tension of her frustrations still dominated her mind. Yet another problem began to present itself as she stared indistinctly at her image in the mirror: the tension kept her constantly aroused. She wasn't sure why, but her pussy always seemed to be in need of relief these days, making it extremely hard to focus while her roommate banged away in the next room over. Something about the tension and all the pressures of the last year of school made her body go into sexual overload. Despite trying to focus entirely on her thesis, she found herself masturbating at least three times a day. During the drive back home she had kept her hand in her pants most of the way, rubbing her clit. But because she was driving, she didn't ultimately have any relief. Dana slipped one hand under her t-shirt and fondled her nipple. She pinched it, and felt it stiffen between her fingers. She slipped her right hand into her shorts (there was no underwear in the way) and touched her clit. Then she rubbed her fingers down over her vagina lips. Reaching the bottom of her lips, she slipped her middle finger briefly into her passageway. She was extremely wet. Then she drew her hand back up, and used her slick fingers to stroke her clitoris. She remained standing, striking a wanton pose in the mirror and actively pleasuring herself. Every ten seconds or so her arm would dip as her fingers dived back over her lips and into her cunt for more juice to relube her outer lips and clit. Dana liked the way she looked in the mirror. Her shoulder length black hair was pulled back in a ponytail and black frame glasses were perched on her small, slightly upturned nose. Her hand continued to move over her nipple, underneath a blue t-shirt that said the name of her school. Her breasts weren't huge, but on her small frame, they were very noticeable. As she moved her hand over her clit and vagina, her breasts wiggled invitingly under the shirt. In no time, she was rubbing her clit energetically. Her whole pubis was slick with arousal, so it was no longer necessary to keep dipping into her hole with her fingers. But she continued to do so periodically, although with two fingers, to frig her tight cavity. She liked the febrile heat of her vagina and the tightness as it squeezed her fingers. But she liked strumming her clit even more. As she approached orgasm, her upper lip curled slightly, and the muscles of her exposed abdomen tightened as her body shuddered. Her knees nearly buckled and she took a few wobbly steps backwards to sit on the bed. She sat there for a moment as her libido came back to earth, but she kept her hand in her pants, squeezed against her wetness by her thighs. Then all of the sudden she felt silly, and a little bit desperate. Why was she wasting time masturbating? Energized by guilt and the desperateness of her situation, she jerked her hand out of her pants and moved back to the desk. She used her left hand to toggle the mouse as she wiped her right hand against her thigh, spreading her pussy's nectar against her skin. Getting down to business, she rearranged her books, pulled her outline out and read it through. It dawned on her that she needed to go back and rework the whole thing. She was trying to force this paper, by making an argument without laying a proper foundation. She realized now she would need to go back to the beginning and start over, a conclusion she had been struggling against all day. As Dana arranged her texts and scrolled up to the first page of her document, musical beats from down the hall started. She turned towards the door with the intent to yell down the hall for her brother to turn down the music. But in doing so, her knee hit her computer cord, and her computer moved on the desk, knocking her notes and texts into a jumbled pile on the floor. Dana's shoulders slumped. She was a mess, and she would need to take a break. The trouble was that she had taken way too many breaks in the last week (often to masturbate), and completion of the paper seemed further away than ever. II Brendan had always liked his sister. She was pretty, but she had somehow avoided the fate of other "hot" girls who lacked any character because they got whatever they wanted. If anything, Dana's problem was too much character. She had friends, but they weren't very close. And she was inclined towards fits of obsession. Brendan smiled to himself thinking back to her Native American phase as a middle schooler, or her period of despondency in high school when she was became troubled by the theories of modern physics, or her agriculture phase, when her experiments with species of corn and tomatoes turned their yard into a miniature farm. Dana was very popular with adults, who were impressed with her numerous academic achievements, and the mature and confident way she carried herself. These same qualities kept her pretty well aloof from most of the other kids in high school. But that didn't seem to bother Dana at all. Brendan gathered that Dana had become slightly less ideosyncratic, and much more popular, in college. She always seemed to be going somewhere and news of a number of different boyfriends had trickled through the grapevine to his ears. The idea of Dana having a boyfriend made Brendan uncomfortable for some reason. Part of Brendan's respect for Dana stemmed from his own lack of achievement. He was successful in school, but not a standout like Dana. He would have gone to a private college like her, but at the last minute he got worried about how much it would cost, and whether he wanted to take out loans. As a result, he decided to enroll in the local public university and live at home. Brendan took introductory classes and found them to be ridiculously easy. He made friends with some guys who had a house off campus. It wasn't a frat, but it was a lot like one. They hosted parties on weekends, and had an abiding interest in getting wasted, smoking good weed, and getting laid. Brendan was doing a lot better with getting wasted and high than he was at getting laid. He was a decent looking guy, but he was still a little skinny. One of his problems was logistical: he lived at home about 15 minutes from campus. But something in Brendan made him hesitant to move away from home. Dana arrived on a Wednesday, three days before Halloween, just after Brendan returned from classes. He arrived home to see her standing in the kitchen with Ann. The two looked remarkably similar, despite the twenty-some years difference in age. Brendan compared the two sets of breasts that were displayed. Ann wore a bra under her t-shirt, but her tits seemed firm and stood proudly out from her chest. To Brendan's delight, Dana did not wear a bra. Every one of her movements caused her breasts to sway or jiggle perceptibly, and her nipples were very noticeable. But he had to be careful that her bright, perceptive eyes didn't catch him staring. The last thing he wanted was for his long, lost sister to catch him oggling her. He realized, though, that he needn't really worry. Her mind was a million miles away and she didn't really seem all that interested in where his eyes went. Brendan couldn't remember the last time Dana visited, and it being late October, she certainly hadn't come home for a holiday. Halloween wasn't really a holiday that college kids headed back home to celebrate with their family. Soon enough, it became clear that Dana didn't come home to see the family at all. She was polite and seemed genuinely glad to see the family, but everyone could tell that she was stressed out. Dana sat down with them to eat dinner, but she barely ate anything. And afterwards, she shut herself in her room. She was "under the gun," she said, and needed to get a draft of her philosophy paper to her adviser soon. Brendan helped his mom clean up after dinner. She had a bounce in her step and clearly liked the idea that Dana had arrived back home. Brendan agreed. Then he headed back to his room with no real plans. He flipped on the television and watched a comedy he usually liked, but it didn't keep his interest. He wondered what his sister's paper was on. He thought that it must be a real doozy if it was stressing her out so much. Then he started to think a little bit more about her. He wondered if she lived in a house. He wondered what her friends were like, and he laughed at the idea of his scholarly, ideosyncratic sister at a kegger like the ones he'd seen in college. Did she dress slutty? Show her cleavage? What would she look like drunk, or high, without inhibition? He thought about her having sex. Brendan's dick was rock hard and he knew that it was his thoughts about his sister that caused it. He would have to do something about it. Per his standard operating procedure, he lay down on his bed, and turned on the stereo. Then he undid his fly and let his cock out. He had a nice-sized penis and it slapped against his belly when he released it from its confines. He started rubbing it slowly, as he thought back to his sister's tits in the blue t-shirt, and the incongruous image of her getting horny and aroused at a frat party. Before long he was stroking all the way up and down his shaft, and he closed his eyes. He knew that he was not long from orgasm. But then he heard a knock on his door! Quickly Brendan jumped up and stuffed his cock into his jeans, barely able to button them again under the circumstances. He walked to the door and opened it, trying to effect a relaxed, nonchalant appearance. Dana stood there but didn't say anything at first. For the first time since she arrived, Brendan felt like she was taking a real assessment of him. Unfortunately for Brendan, she gave him a quick look up and down. His boner was apparent. "Hey," she said, smiling at her little brother's awkward situation. "I'm not interrupting anything am I?" She asked it straightforwardly, as if she were being merely polite and there was no innuendo to her statement. "Nope. How's the paper going, Dana?" Brendan flushed. "You know, I was gonna come here and ask you to turn the music down. I can hear it in my room." "Oh jeez. I'm sorry. You know, I didn't even think about it. I can just use some headphones or something..." he trailed off. Dana stepped past her brother into his room. "No. Its ok. I'm not getting anything done tonight anyways." Dana stepped into the room and they chatted for a bit. Dana realized that her skinny little brother had matured nicely since she went to college. He was even self-possessed in a way that was uncommon for Freshman, and very uncommon for people with big obvious boners sticking out of their pants. "Hey, how about smoking a joint. That might help you relax." Brendan asked casually, but Dana could hear the trepidation in his voice. It was a big risk to admit to his sister he smoked weed, and she could react badly. She was tempted to act angry just to mess with him, but she didn't feel like causing a hassle. Plus, the idea sounded pretty good to her right then. "Yes I would, dear brother. Thank you for offering." They closed the door and opened a window and both took a few bong rips. Brendan was surprised that Dana knew what she was doing with the bong. She was more than just the nerdy girl, at least since she'd gone to college. Of course, Brendan realized not many "nerdy" girls were as hot as Dana, or as cool. Dana was so glad for the chance to escape from her paper, and take her first evening home off, hanging out with her brother. She was almost giddy about the next few hours, and she was intent on enjoying the buzz and keeping her mind off her work until the next morning. "First things first, bro," she said, standing up from the chair and crawling over the bed to reach the stereo. As she did so, her butt wiggled directly in front of Brendan's face. The short yellow shorts moved up as she crawled across the bed. The bottom of the shorts rode high on her thighs, and pressed against her pubis. She stayed crouched on her hands and knees while she looked through the cd's in the shelf behind his bed, giving Brendan the opportunity to examine closely the uppermost regions of the backs of her thighs. He could see an area that was only few centimeters away from her vagina, and it was clear to him that she kept herself neatly shaven. Even more enticingly, Brendan could see the outline of her pussy lips through the nylon fabric pressing against her pussy. Although the fabric was bunched up against her vagina, he could tell she wasn't wearing any underwear. He wondered if the pressure of her shorts against her lips felt good; he wondered if she was as horny as he was. Eventually, Dana picked out one of her favorite folk musicians and turned the volume to medium, and Brendan's stoned, intense evaluation of her backside came to an end. Dana didn't know that Brendan was oggling her tight butt, but she had a pretty good idea. She knew she looked good, she knew the poor kid had a raging boner, and she was basically thrusting her tush into his face. It would have been easy enough to sit down on the bed while choosing a c.d., but she liked the idea of his eyes on her. She had felt her shorts bunching up against her pussy, and she felt herself, yet again, start to moisten between her legs. Dana shifted around and stretched her arms and legs out over the bed. She loved the tactile sensations of being high, and stretching her tight muscles sent waves of pleasure through her whole body. It also served the twist her shirt up and around her tits, causing the fabric to stretch against her mounds, and exposing most of her midriff. Then she had a naughty idea. "Brendan, would you do me a favor?" she asked. "I've been killing myself over this paper. How'd you like to give your sister a massage to help her relax?" Brendan couldn't believe his luck. Very quickly, he agreed. His sister scooted to the edge of the bed. She quickly noted with satisfaction that his hardon was still imprisoned in his jeans. If anything, it was even more noticeable. She looked into his eyes and reached out with her right hand. She put her hand on the side of his head and gently rubbed his earlobe, as she pulled him close to her. "Thanks, Brendan. I know you'll do a great job." She kissed her warm lips against his forehead for a brief moment before withdrawing and laying face down on his pillows. She started to pull her t-shirt up over her while she lay on her belly, but it quickly slid back down again. So instead, she pushed up with her left hand and pulled the t-shirt off entirely. Turning to look over her shoulder at her brother, she flipped him the shirt. As a result of this movement, her right nipple pointed right at him for a moment, before she lay down again. Brendan moved to the bed. If it weren't for the weed, he probably would have been completely gobsmacked. But in the haze of his mind, he saw one thing clearly: a gorgeous topless woman lying on his bed, asking him to touch her. Instinct told him what to do. He straddled her with his knees and reached to grasp her shoulders with each of his hands. Her smooth skin burned hot under his hands and she giggled playfully that his hands were cold. But they soon warmed up as he alternated between deeply massaging her back muscles, and lightly running his hands over her supple skin. He found that if he took both hands and pressed her skin towards the middle of her back, her breasts would be pulled ever-so-slightly out from under her torso. After doing this a few times, he could see a substantial part of the side of each of her breasts as he worked. After a few minutes, both of them relaxed even more and became even more attuned to the sensations. Brendan sat lightly on his sister's behind. His entrapped cock therefore pressed against her bottom, a fact that both of them noticed. Brendan realized that he could scoot slightly up and down against her bottom as he moved his hands all the way up from her lower back to her neck. He slid his hands up and down her back several times, reveling in the friction this movement created between his cock and her yellow nylon-covered bottom. Meanwhile, Dana was completely given over to the pleasure of her brother's strong hands on her back. She began moaning softly, enjoying everything that Brendan was doing to her, even the not-so-subtle grinding of his crotch into her butt. Brendan's massaging showed no sign of slowing, and both of them became hornier and hornier. Brendan loved the feeling of her skin and the shape of her body as much as she enjoyed his ministrations. Dana Comes Home Ch. 02 I. Ann stirred very early in the morning. She felt a tension at the base of her spine, the same that she felt as a teenager and during college. It was a feeling of danger and excitement, and of breaking boundaries. She fluttered in and out of consciousness in the early dawn, only liminally aware that her domestic life had turned more complicated and perverse than she ever could have predicted. Her body also felt unusual. Her nipples were electric. Even slight movements were unexpectedly pleasurable, due to the friction of her pajamas against her breasts. She shifted to her side, and brought a hand inside her pajama top to lightly toy with one of her crinkled nipples. The sides of her mouth turned upward into a smile. She pressed her thighs together, as if she was trying to trap the smoldering heat and not let it escape. She luxuriated in the pleasure, still half-asleep. Ann was a sexual woman, but at this point in her life she was accustomed to her available sources of pleasure. She loved sex with her husband, and they had certainly explored a kink or two together. But they had gone as far as they wanted, and were no longer pushing any boundaries. They settled into a routine of enjoying a healthy fuck once a week or so, and that was that. As a result, sex was no longer a pressing concern of Ann's. It happened, routinely, and she enjoyed it. But as far as she was concerned, there was nothing more to see. But on this day Ann felt something different, something unknown and tempting. A door had opened that she never knew existed, and her body was reacting the same way it had many years earlier, when the doors to sexuality first opened to her. Soon enough Ann's sleepiness sharpened into wakeful consciousness. She blinked, looked towards the window and the grey light of early dawn, and gathered her thoughts. Oh shit! Her heart skipped a beat as she remembered what she had seen the night before. She had seen her daughter Dana walking away from the room of her son, Brendan. But more importantly, she saw some disturbing details: her daughter's breasts, nipples stiffened and pointing upwards at a trajectory suggestive of sexual excitement; her daughter's face, the flush of energetic movement poorly disguised by an purposefully blank expression; her daughter's hair, mussed in a recognizable way; and her daughter's scent, unmistakably that of youthful coupling. Both mother and daughter were wise enough to just walk past each other to their rooms. But both mother and daughter were also intelligent enough to know the cat was out of the bag. As Ann lay there, images developed in her mind. Her daughter spread eagle on her son's bed, cunt glistening as Brendan's turgid cock prepared to penetrate her. Her son's back muscles tensing as he plunged into Dana's tight young vagina. An enigmatic expression on her daughter's difficult-to-read face, a mixture of lust and regret as she yielded herself to her brother. Ann quickly attempted to repress these images, to bring herself back to the present, and think about anything else. But when she retrieved her thoughts from fantasy and brought them to the present, she realized her body was aflame. She could feel her vagina lips sliding against each other, and she knew her nether regions were damp with arousal. Curious, she ventured downward with her hand, through the thicket of pubic hair, to her clit. Touching it nearly brought forth an involuntary moan, as streaks of sensation shot upwards from her pussy through her whole body. She idled for a bit on her clit, pushing it to and fro and lightly pinching it between her digits. In response her pussy clenched and flooded yet further. She was amazed at her physical response, and could not recall ever being so turned on. She usually wasn't even interested in sex in the morning! She moved down and slipped a finger into the cauldron between her inner labia. Her fingers seemed to slip inexorably inward, almost as if her pussy sucked them past its slippery opening. Soon she had buried two fingers as deep as possible. The feeling was incredible. Deep inside, she could feel her striated inner walls quiver against her fingers. Ann bent forward, making it easier to reach, then positioned her palm on her clit. She began to plunge her fingers into her cunt and simultaneously press her clit with her palm. After just a few insertions and extractions, the quiver of her cuntal walls concentrated into a full-fledged spasm, clasping her fingers as she began to orgasm. As her cunt squeezed, Ann plunged her fingers deep and pressed hard on her clit. Her orgasm deepened, rolling into an violent, uncoordinated outburst of energy. Her vaginal spasms were matched by a series of staccato yips from the back of her throat, as Ann unintentionally vocalized the torrent of pleasure crashing through her entire body. Seconds later, the alarm clock sounded, marking 7:30. Her husband, a deep sleeper, rolled over and groaned. Meanwhile, Ann tried to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding and small waves of pleasure continued to pulse through her body. But her husband didn't notice. The alarm clock continued to insist, and he pushed himself up with muscular arms to turn it off. He tumbled out of bed and towards a shower, unaware that his wife still felt the aftershocks of her best orgasm in years, brought about by her own fingers. Ann dozed while her husband prepared for work, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, but also turning over and over in her mind her thoughts about her daughter and her son, and whether they had fucked. She knew she should be disgusted. But she really wasn't. She was aroused. II. Brendan woke up early too, and the thoughts of what took place the night before rushed over him. He felt a little panicky. Had he really fucked his own sister? It wasn't his fault, he assured himself. She was basically calling the shots. She always called the shots. Still, he felt guilty and his breath was coming in somewhat shallow gasps. He rolled out of bed and stood up. He opened a window and felt a rush of crisp fall morning air rush into his room. The bracing air felt good on his skin. He put on his glasses and looked at the disheveled image that he presented. His hair was wild from sleep, he was wearing only boxer shorts and socks, and his cock was hanging outside of his boxers, at half-mast. A crust of dried jism was evident on the tip of his cock. Brendan stepped backwards and fell into his big orange easy chair. He reached down and grabbed his bong, sparked it, and drew deeply from it. The sharp edges of the morning softened even before he exhaled, and he leaned his head back, glad for the pleasant buzz. He thought back to the last night. He stared at his bed, marveling that 10 hours ago, his sister had transformed from the super-student who never showed much interest in her younger brother to an absolute vixen. He thought about how she pressed her lips against his forhead. How the words "fuck me" sounded, whispered into his ear. How it felt to close his eyes and follow the whims of his tongue and lips, as he traced out each and every fold of her vagina. And how it felt to open his eyes, look up, between the pointed peaks of her breasts and see her head tossed back in pleasure. Dana was always so complete. She was always a step ahead, never caught off guard, never vulnerable. She was also a striking girl, beautiful behind her sometimes icy disposition. All of this accounted for the scintillating effect of seeing her open her legs and abandon herself to passion. Looking at the rumpled sheets, and thinking about what had happened, Brendan almost couldn't believe it. Brendan stood up and stretched, with his cock was now hard, standing proudly at attention. It was about 8:15 and he expected that his parents to have departed for work. Boldly he stepped out into the hallway and stepped down the hallway. He stood for a moment looking at the closed door to his sister's room. Just the thought of what he knew was inside was exciting. Was she awake yet? What was she wearing? Maybe she slept in the nude, he thought, as he turned and headed to the bathroom for a shower. He wondered when she would get up. When she did, would she find her pussy still coated with the copious amounts of cum he had deposited in her? As Brendan pushed open the door to the bathroom, he was still following this train of thought, in the single-minded way of someone who had started the day with a hearty pull of the sweet smoke. Brendan passed the sink and reached to grab the edge of the shower curtain, but it slid open before he could grab it. Instead, his grasping hand touched the softness of flesh, and he heard his mother cry out, "Brendan!" Even as she did so, she lost her balance on the slick surface of the wet bathtub and fell forward. The only available object with which to break her fall was her semi-nude son, who had appeared out of nowhere and grasped her breast the exact moment she opened the shower curtain. In response to his mom's free fall Brendan kept a hold of her right breasts with his right hand. His left hand caught her left armpit. But he was unable to entirely break her fall. Before Brendan could stop her downward momentum, she had fallen until her face came level with his crotch, which meant that his rockhard cock pressed awkwardly against his mother's cheek. The flurry of activity ended with Brendan keeping hold of his naked mother's upperbody, including one hand squarely on her breast, and his cock in very intimate contact with his mother's face. In shock, it took them a moment before Brendan helped pull his mother to her feet. Once she had her balance, he awkwardly withdrew his hand from her breast and stepped away. "I'm so sorry mom. I thought you'd be at work, and I was still sleepy..." he muttered, still standing, erect dick exposed, in front of his naked mother. Ann, usually so composed and efficient, was flustered. "It's ok, honey," she said. But as she said it, her eyes slipped downward, briefly looking at her son's surprisingly large, and surprisingly rigid tool. At the same time, Brendan surveyed Ann's body. Her breasts were similar to Dana's, but he could already see the red outline of his handprint on her right breast, where he had inadvertantly grasped her sensitive titflesh when she fell out of the shower. His eyes also ranged over her flat tummy, down to a tangle of pubic hair framing the engorged sex organs of his mother. "Honey, why don't you give me a moment to dry off? And then you can use the shower." "Oh, sure. Sorry," Brendan muttered and he quickly withdrew from the bathroom, tearing his eyes away from his mother's naked snatch. III. Brendan showered, dressed and went downstairs. His encountered Ann in the kitchen, wearing a white tanktop and black tights. She wore no bra, and her nipples were blatantly exposed, pushing against the cotton fabric. Brendan could even see the dark circles of her areolae through the stetchy white fabric. He noticed his mom was making breakfast, so he sat at the kitchen table, glad to be able to hide his erection. "Hi honey. Are you hungry?" Ann asked her son, over her shoulder, as she stood at the stovetop, stirring oatmeal. "Yeah," Brendan responded, blushing slightly at embarrassment over their incident in the bathroom that morning. Ann brought over two bowls of oatmeal, flavored with dried cranberries, and sat down across from her son. As she put Brendan's bowl in front of her, he could see her cleavage at eye level. Even though the flimsy tanktop didn't hide much, it was exciting to see so much of her bare breasts. Brendan thought she smelled like lavendar. "Honey, we should talk about what happened this morning," Ann paused, and saw her son's blush deepen. "I don't think you did anything wrong. I know you didn't intend to walk in on me like that." Brendan didn't really respond, just staring into his bowl. Ann realized she hadn't addressed the real embarrassment, and she decided to just confront the issue head on. "Listen, Brendan. Its not like I haven't seen a hard cock before," she spurted out, surprising even herself with her language. "I know its normal for men in the morning. Plus, I'm sure my breast isn't the first one you've ever gotten your hands on either," she said, smiling and winking at her son. With his mom's mention of her breast, his eyes found an excuse to look at her chest again. Her nipples were maybe even more pronounced than ever, and he could see them clearly. Brendan couldn't help but laugh. The embarrassment had dissipated, and the two of them ate breakfast together, chatting comfortably. As they finished, Brendan stood up to help with the dishes. As he stood, his mom's eyes were clearly drawn to his crotch. "Not like you haven't seen one before, eh mom?" They both laughed, but they had crossed a line of sorts. Mother and son were both essentially on display for each other, and they had rationalized it by saying it wasn't anything they hadn't seen before. Ann washed the dishes, and Brendan dried, as they stood next to each other at the sink. They stood close, and allowed each other all sorts of little contacts: thigh touched thigh, elbow touched side, hand touched hand. Each physical contact was laden with sexual energy, even as they chatted as normal between mother and son. When they were finished with the dishes, they stood next to each other, their thighs and hips barely touching, and looked out the window over the sink. It was a windy, grey fall day. But it was still decently warm, in the high 50s. The trees in their large backyard were adorned with leaves of fantastic colors. Against the uniform grey sky, the colors were even more spectacular, reminiscent of the unreal brightness of colors in old tv technicolor. Ann placed her hand casually around her son back, resting it on his opposite hip. The side of her breast pressed firmly against his arm. "Why don't you help me rake up some of those leaves?" she asked. He liked the idea. He was very much enjoying all of the intimate contact with his mother. He also loved the fall, and the outdoors. He turned around to face Ann, who kept her hand on his side. They stood very close, and his erection pressed through his shorts against her, almost directly against her pussy mound. He instinctively reached up to her face and swept her hair behind her ear, staring into her eyes. It was a lover's gesture, not a son's gesture. "Of course. I'd be glad to help." He said it without changing his expression, and without diverting his gaze from hers. And as he said it, his cock flexed a bit, in a way that his mother surely noticed against her inner thigh. "Ok... Great!" Ann said, pulling away from her son. She was nearly breathless with arousal. She couldn't believe what was happening between her and her son. She went to pull a loose flannel shirt over her tanktop. She left it open, allowing her erect tits to remain exposed. Meanwhile, Brendan escaped back to his room and pulled on a pair of jeans. He also took a few puffs. He knew he smoked too much, but he loved it. Plus, when better to smoke weed than the day after you fuck your sister, and before flirting with his mom? He had a serious urge to jerk off, but resisted. If he was right about where things were headed, he wouldn't need to be relieving himself today. In no time, they each had a decent pile of leaves. Brendan was particularly enjoying himself. The cool air, the mechanical movement of rake against leaves and grass, and the crinkly rasping sound of each raking motion were all sensations, in his particular state, to which he was particularly attuned. Taking a break, he stared at the leaf pile, marveling at the aesthetics of the blend of reds, oranges, yellows and browns. Slam! All of the sudden he was completely upended. His fall was cushioned by the leaves. His athletic mother had sort of half-tackled, half-tripped her much larger son, perfectly executing the takedown into the pile of dessicated foliage. Her weight then careened down on top of him. He fell on his side, trapping one arm under his body against the ground, and she levered his other arm behind his back quickly, before he regained his bearings from the surprise attack. Then the tickling began. She mercilessly probed his ribs and his armpits, impervious to his stuggling, squirming and laughing. As they rolled in the leaves, Ann was perfectly aware of her son's seemingly constant erection as it pressed against her belly. If she were perfectly candid, she would have to admit that part of her efforts were directed at feeling his hardness against her. At the same time, Brendan was aware of his mother's breasts, and her crotch as she straddled him, trying to maintain her advantage in the impromptu wrestling match. Brendan noticed that she seemed to press her pubis against his thigh, almost as if she were intentionally rubbing her vagina against him. After a bit, Brendan's superior size and strength prevailed. He unpinned himself and pushed against her, raising her tickling fingers off of him. Then he heard a shriek! It wasn't a friendly, play wrestling sort of shriek. It was a shriek of genuine shock and surprise. Simultaneously, in a flurry of leaves, his mom seemed to disappear. Brendan rolled over and tripped trying to stand up. While he struggled to gain his footing he heard his mom's cries of distress. Finally, he jumped up and assessed the situation. His mom was on the ground on all fours. Her shirt and undershirt were pushed up, exposing one of her breasts. Behind her was Bart, the neighbor's golden retriever! The dog must have seen them wrestling and gotten excited. Its front paws had pushed her shirts up, and it was busily humping her. Under the weight of the large dog, Ann was helpless. Brendan moved quickly and landed a sharp kick on the dog's ribs, sending it sprawling away from his bewildered mother. The dog whimpered and slinked away. In the seconds following that flurry of activity Ann quickly pulled her shirt down and stood up. The adrenaline was definitely flowing. But as she came to realize what happened, she paused, looked at her valiant son, and then completely doubled over in laughter, as did her son. They both recollapsed into the pile of leaves, rolling towards each other. Ann grasped for her son and they embraced as they continued to laugh and roll in the leaves. They hugged each other tight, their laughing faces just inches from one another. They could feel each other's breath on their lips. After a few minutes, they stopped laughing and Ann lay on her son's chest, both of them breathing hard from the activities. Ann's breasts were pressed against her son's chest. Her arms wrapped under his arms around her shoulders. Both were most aware, though, of his cock pressed hard against his mother. She could feel his whole impressive length pressing from her mound all the way up to her belly button. As their bellies rose of and fell with their respiration, Brendan's cock rhythmically sandwiched against his mother's body. Ann kissed her son. They had kissed before, but this was a new kind of kiss. It was lips and tongue, urgency and lust. Their eyes closed, and their minds shifted to the feel of their wet oral parts moving together, responding to each other's movements. Her tongue explored the sweet taste of her son, darting in and out, to and fro. Their bodies writhed against one another, and they rolled in the leaves. Eventually, Ann moved up and forward, following the path of his immense boner to its tip. She needed him inside of her. The pace of her movements verged on violence as she reached downward and stripped her legging down to her ankles, freeing her cunt. She then reached for his buttons and his zipper, needing to give herself access to his tool. She licked her hand, grabbed him at the base of his cock and stroked upward, bringing him to her hole. Then she sat down, plunging onto his entire length with her cunt in one downward swoop. Leaving him in her depths, she lay down on his body, and kissed her son. This time was less intense. After all, they were both where we wanted to be, with his penis firmly planted in his mother's canal. They sensually moved against each other, licking and nibbling, until he began to thrust with his hips gently. Dana Comes Home Ch. 02 His mom got the message. He needed release. She stayed bent over, leaning her breasts against her son's chest, but thrusting her hips up and down on his pole. Her son was longer than her husband, who would sometimes slip out of her when she tried this maneuver. She pistoned up and down, her pace increasingly gradually. She could feel her pussy start to tremble, and she knew she was approaching orgasm. She was nearing that point where her pussy would start to clench involuntarily and the waves of pleasure would shoot upwards, through her body and especially the points of her nipples. Brendan's cream rose quickly. Without him expecting it, his whole body shook, and his cock fired his hot seed into his mother's womb. His reaction caused his hips to jerk upward, violently meeting his mother's hips as she rocked downward to meet his thrust. The collision set his mother off. Her pussy spasmed, and she moved up and down on Brendan's spent, but still hard, cock, riding out her orgasm against him. Then they lay still. Her on top of him. With his dick buried completely, encased by her, and soaking in the combination of their fluids. Unlike her daughter, Ann stayed there, taking note of the feeling, letting the intensity of the pleasure subside. Before resolving to get up, she planted her lips on her son's mouth, let out of low, gutteral moan, and ferociously kissed him. Her tongue trailed from his mouth at the same time as she dislodged her cunt. As she stood, a streamer of cum descended out of her quim in a sticky driblet that landed on her son's thigh. But as she stood, the driblets fell onto her own thighs, until she pulled her black tights up. Immediately, her cunt showed signs of leakage on the sheer black material. She reached her hand out and helped her son up. Their hands eagerly embraced, and did not let go. He pulled his jeans up over his hard cock, but did not zip or button them. Together they moved towards the house, hand in hand, leaving the pile of leaves unbagged in the backyard. Stepping in through the back door, Ann did not hesitate. She led her son decisively up the stairs, and into the master bedroom. She pulled back the covers and turned towards her son. She deliberately stripped him of his clothing, leaving him standing nude as she turned to the bedspread. She pulled back the bedding, and indicated for him to lay down. As he did, she pulled the sheet and quilts up to his neck, mimicking how a mother would tuck in her darling son. Then she went to the open window and drew the shade, leaving the room relatively dark. In the shadows she stripped for her son, taking her shirt off first, and then her leggings. She knew that her son's eyes never left her. Naked, she pulled back the covers and joined her warm son's body in the cocoon of the large bedspread. The blinds banged against the wainscotting, thrown by the increasingly cold winds. "Is baby comfy?" Ann's tone had become sing-songy, in the manner of babytalk. Brendan responded by nuzzling against her neck and straddling her with his legs. His cock pressed insistently against her hips and his right hand grasped her breast, reminding her it was still sore from the morning surprise in the shower. "Mmmhmmm," he moaned, following her lead with the singsong tone. She scooted up and pressed her son's head down so his mouth was positioned again, after so many years, at her nipple. His hand toyed with one nipple, and his mouth began to suck at another. Meanwhile, his thigh had found its way between her thighs and pressed satisfyingly against her pussy. The blinds banged once more against the wall, suggesting the weather was turning darker and more violent. Ann reacted by pulling the comforter over the head of her suckling son, up to her chin, shutting her eyes, and dozing off to sleep. Two hours later, she woke up. He had wrapped himself entirely around her body. She felt the kind of pre-winter warmth that she couldn't get enough of, that she felt like she couldn't absord enough of, under the blankets, entangled with her son, while the room filled with cold air. The weather had evidently worsened. The blinds now crashed around, intermittently letting gray light into the room, but also an increasingly bitter, cold wind. Brendan's thigh was still pleasingly jammed against her pussy, providing an arousing amount of pleasure. And his sleeping head lay resting, beneath the covers on her chest. For the first time, she experienced his cock, unerect. It lay peacefully pressed against the side of her belly. She enjoyed resting, entangled with her son, under the warm covers and shielded from the bursts of cold air from the window. She lay there, thinking. She was now pretty sure her son had fucked both his sister and his mom in the last 24 hours. Lucky kid, she thought. She started to wonder what effect it would have, how the family could continue, if the family could continue. But she didn't feel an ounce of guilt. She loved the idea that her son had returned to his origin. She hadn't had sex so good in years, and she wanted more. Plus, her son was no victim here. She knew she was an attractive woman. She still turned heads on the street. And her daughter. Well, if her son had truly laid Dana, then he was a lucky boy indeed. Dana was downright hot. And she had the type of confident personality that could lay any man low. From what Ann could tell, her daughter refused to submit to anybody. Ann was pretty sure that when Dana spread her legs for someone, it was an act of need or of mercy. A man could only count himself lucky to be blessed to tunnel in her cooch, and Ann wondered if Brendan was even old enough, at 19, to appreciate it. These musings brought about a familiar, sexual twitch, deep in Ann's cunt. She was reconciled to her incestuous lusts. She knew that the peculiar relationship of mother and son was the reason why her pussy was on fire. But she didn't care. She would follow these sinful activities wherever they would take her. And she would get every ounce of pleasure from them that she could. Ann pulled the covers over her own head, so she could interact with her son, and she shook her son awake. "Brendan, baby. Wake up, darling." Her voice was dripping with sweetness. She was playing mother in a way that was almost a caricature. Brendan woke up with his mother's nipple literally in his mouth. He lay on the soft padding of his mother's chest. The light was minimal under the covers, but enough to make out the outlines of two breasts. Light seeped in from above, where he looked to see his mother's chin and face. "Mmmm, hi mom." As Brendan greeted his mother, he began to tongue her hard nipple. "Did you have a nice rest, honey? You must have been tired. Was baby tired?" Brendan's cock hardened. His mother never spoke to him like this. She was being perverted, talking in babytalk to accentuate their relationship, even as they did things mothers and sons shouldn't do together. "Mmmm," Brendan just moaned, as he sucked. He attended to her nipple, and let her drive the fantasy. His cock was already as hard as ever. "You fucked mommy pretty hard, didn't you honey? You put your little penis in mommy's vagina, isn't that right?" As she talked she was petting his hair, and enjoying his suckling. He only moaned affirmatively in response. "What happens when you put your penis in mommy's vagina? What happens to your penis, my little bumpkin?" She utilized a nickname from long ago, which she used when he was just a toddler. Brendan wasn't sure how to respond. "Umm. It gets hard, mommy." "Yes, honey. And what happens to mommy?" "Mommy gets all wet inside." "Yes, that's right. Mommy's pussy gets wet and slippery. Do you know why mommy's pussy becomes slippery, bumpkin?" "So I can put my penis in it. Right, mommy?" "That's right baby. And then mommy moves her pussy up and down on your penis, and makes it feel good. And then your penis starts to feel good, and then what happens, honey?" "It makes a mess, mommy." He said it like he had been caught doing something naughty. "Yes, honey. That's right. You made a mess in mommy's vagina." Brendan responded just by suckling. This bizarre lecture was making his cock insanely hard, and he began to slowly hump against his mother's thigh. "Now what do we do when we make a mess, bumpkin?" "We clean up the mess, mommy." "That's right. Now where did you make a mess, honey?" "I made a mess in your vagina." "Yes, that's right. And what do we do when we make a mess in mommy's vagina?" "We clean it up, mommy." "That's right, honey. And how do we clean up messes in vaginas?" This question was followed by a pause. Brendan stopped suckling for a moment as he realized what his mother's socratic-sexual dialogue was implying. "With my tongue?" Brendan asked innocently. Ann's heart fluttered, and her pussy flooded. Her pussy was still full of Brendan's discharge from just a few hours earlier. She had perversely encouraged her son to head downstairs and start lapping at his own juices. And he was playing along. Her cunt was on fire, and was becoming wetter than ever. The sheer perversity of the situation was driving her wild, creating a gooey marshland of the combined juices of her and her son. "That's right honey. You need to clean up the mess you made inside of mommy. You need to put your tongue inside of mommy and lick her clean." With that, Ann pushed her son's head lightly. He got the idea. He removed his lips from her nipple, and slowly traced downward. His lips made a trail of kisses down his mother's belly, while his heart started to beat. He wasn't even sure what he felt. He wasn't sure if he would like licking his mother's nasty cunt, or whether it would be gross because he had creamed inside of her just a few hours ago. As he kissed towards her cunt, he encountered her pubes. They tickled his chin, but he didn't have much interest in kissing them, so he moved his body and positioned his face in front of his mother's cunt. Nothing could be seen under the blanket. He could hear only the energetic rustling of wind outside and the window blinds slamming against the wall in reaction. Arranged diagonally on the huge king size bed, only his feet stuck out from under the blanket, into the cold air. He moved his lips to her cunt and placed his tongue squarely on her clit. But as he did so, she spoke. "Oh honey, your little feetsies might get cold." His heart melted at the level of attention, at her concern for him. She scooted away from him. Her disappearance made him want her more than ever. He wanted, needed her cunt in front of him. He would lick her six ways from Saturday. After all, inside of her was only his jism. If girls could swallow jism, so could he. He couldn't wait for her to return to him, to open her thighs, to abandon herself to his tongue. It took forever, but soon enough he felt her pull up an easy chair that was level with the bed, and drape a blanket over his feet. Now he would be completely covered as he feasted on his mother's cunt. She had taken care of him. As she scooted back into the bed, he felt the cold flesh of her thighs with his hands. He rubbed her thighs, helping to warm her. He rubbed her thighs and up to her belly, lightly canvassing her soft, cold skin, as she slid her cunt right up to his mouth. Her cunt smelled vaguely of semen, salty. But also of fresh female arousal. Underneath him, Brendan's cock pulsed against the bedding. He dove in. He sucked her clit, waggling his tongue this way and that, coating it with his saliva. Up on the top of her pussy, he was comfortable. His chin became drenched in the flood of her juices, and his mom started to make noises. It was a high pitched sort of yip, as she responded to each stimulation to her turgid clit. Then she began to offer instructions. "Darling, mommy loves it when you lick her clitoris. But mommy also likes you to lick other places on her vagina. Can you lick other places on mommy's vagina?" Her singsongy voice touched a special place in Brendan, and he knew he had to obey. "Can bumpkin find mommy's hole? Can bumpkin put his tongue in mommy's hole?" Stifled by his mothers vagina, Brendan responded: "Yes mommy." He moved downward, swirling his tongue every which way, as he reached her gaping pussyhole. Up and down, in and out, his tongue went everywhere. He barely noticed the salty presence of his own cum in her clasping channel. In and out, up and down, he canvassed all parts of her, turning his head and french kissing her pussy lips energetically. Ann closed her eyes and smiled. Her son's inhibitions had disappeared. He was giving her pussy an extremely thorough going-over. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Looking down, she saw the covers moving rapidly as his head moved all over the area between her thighs. As fast as his head moved, his tongue moved even quicker. She was soon aware of an orgasm welling up deep within her. Her entire being was consumed with the sexual activities centered on her pussy, and her son's mouth. It started in her womb and traveled downward with a coordinated movement of her muscles. Her pussy exploded on her son's face. Her hips raised and her vagina spasmed, as her son struggled to stay planted on her lips as she orgasmed. Juices seeped onto his face as he moved to and fro to respond to her spasmodic movements. Learning from his mistake with his sister, Brendan let of his mother's sensitive clit. Instead, he extended his tongue into her hole, and felt the electric charge of her pussy walls as they fluttered through a series of intense orgasms. Eventually Ann's hips stopped bucking, her pussy stopped spasming, and stillness fell over the master bedroom. As stillness prevailed, Brendan's mouth was still suckered to his mother's cunt, with his tongue extended into her vaginal canal. Ann reached down and pulled her son towards her. His heart swelled, aware that he had pleased his mother. His face nestled against his mother's. The light had dimmed even further, as the evening conspired with the darkening skies to rob the room of almost all of its daylight. But Brendan and Ann couldn't care less. They sucked deeply on each other's mouths, tongues softly dueling against each other, fully accommodated to each other. "Honey," Ann started, "you did a very good job." She realized she was still talking in her singsongy, mother voice. But then she stopped, and talked normally. "Brendan, you sucked my cunt better than anyone I've ever known. That was just incredible. I don't think I've ever had such a great orgasm," she paused. "As I just had on my son's mouth." "I want to give you a reward," resolved Ann. "I'm gonna give you a blowjob." As she said it she moved downwards. It was not difficult finding her son's cock. It was big, and ready. Even as she touched it she could feel that it was on the verge of exploding. She licked all around the head. It leaked precum, which she slurped up. Normally she didn't enjoy the taste of cum. But today was different. She craved what her son's cock had to offer her. She wanted it, and would swallow every drop that he offered her. She licked up the front of his cock and then put her upper lip over his helmet and sucked hard, evoking a moan from her son. She put her hand on his balls, feeling their heft and recognizing that she would soon swallow their contents. Then she started to move up and down. Her tongue dragged heavily over the front of his cock, stimulating the sensitive glans. Getting into the rhythm, her throat opened, and her up-and-down motion reached from tip to base, as she allowed his cock to press into her throat with each swipe. Her neck and shoulders flexed, and the blanket fell from her back with her motions. Brendan was therefore treated to the view of his mother working diligently to bring him off into her mouth. After a few minutes, he felt his cum begin to rise. So did Ann, whose hand remained on his balls, lightly massaging them while she bobbed up and down. Normally at this point she would suppress her gag reflex, bury her nose in her husband's pubes, and let him pump his seed down her throat. She had actually gotten good at that trick. But this time she wanted to taste it. So she rose on his cock, put her tongue against the sensitive part of his cock underneath his head and awaited the gush of hot sperm. Brendan volleyed four fulsome cumloads into his mother's mouth before his orgasm began to peter off. In sum, he slushed out eight of nine loads of cum, forcing his mother to swallow twice, pushing his seed into her belly, and still leaving her with a mouth full of jism. The last mouthful was too big to swallow. She gagged and coughed, allowing a third of his cumshot to fall onto his stomach. Coughing, she rested her head and her tired mouth. Brendan reached down and pulled his mother towards him. Her eyes were glazed and her lips and her chin were coated with cum. Brendan could not remember ever emptying his balls so completely. He hugged his mom against his chest. She licked her lips, swallowing the excess cum. Then she slid upwards, and kissed her son deeply. The two lovers nuzzled against each other, under covers, and protected against the cold. They loved, kissed and rubbed each other all over, as new lovers will. At about 3:00 p.m., Ann needed to get up to pee. She hated to leave Brendan and their love nest. But it was beginning to become uncomfortable. She got up, and stretched her arms above her head. The air was now downright freezing, and caused her nipples to immediately contract. She pulled on her robe over her naked body and headed to the bathroom. As she approached, she realized the door was shut. As she neared the door it opened, and out walked Dana! Oh crap, she thought, and froze. She looked and smelled like she had just been fucked. "Hi mom, I didn't think you'd be home." "I decided to take today and tomorrow off. How's your paper going?" "Really well! I'm glad I came home to work on it. Say, have you seen Brendan around? I can't find him anywhere." "Umm. No honey, I haven't seen him. Maybe he went over to campus." "Oh, ok." The two women walked past each other, and Dana's nose wrinkled slightly. As she wondered why her mom was wearing a bathrobe in the afternoon, a level of recognition dawned, and she smiled as she walked down the hall. Dana Comes Home Brendan was overcome with feelings of warmth and kindness for his beautiful, smart, lovely sister. He moved his hands up to her neck and then explored to her hair. He moved his fingers through her hair, gently scratching her scalp. He then moved down to her temples, slowly pressing them and simultaneously using his thumbs to caress her ears and earlobes. Because he remained sitting on her bum, as he reached forward his crotch pressed harder onto her butt than ever. This latest maneuver sent sparks flying through Dana's body – she loved the feeling of his hands on her scalp and ears, and his hard cock pressing into her butt made her pussy tingle, and seem to melt with wetness. She knew she was hot between her lips. Without thinking too much about it, Dana flipped over. Her brother tipped over slightly, but when he regained his balance he was straddling the front side of his sister's body. Her nipples stood out visibly from her breasts. And as he lowered into a sitting position again he realized the his cock was pressing into the lower part of her belly, inches from her pussy. "Time for this half to get some attention, little brother," she said. Her voice was low now, just above a whisper. It was dripping with sultriness. Initially, Brendan started to massage her sides, but his eyes were locked on her breasts. Slowly, he moved his hands up and over them, and sensing her willingness, he grasped her tits and pressed them together. They felt wonderful, with soft skin, but a real firmness underneath. He pinched her nipples gently between his thumb and forefinger. The nubbins were stiff as pebbles as he rolled them around her chest with his palms. He felt like he could massage her chest forever and not get bored. Dana was starting to lose control. She realized she was pressing her thighs together and squeezing her cunt muscles together. Her brother's attention to her breasts was driving her wild and she was extremely aware of his rod pressing into her belly. It was clear that Brendan wasn't going to move anything along – he was basically transfixed by her breasts. But Dana didn't want to make any moves herself. She was perfectly content to simply open up another avenue for Brendan's exploration. Dana placed her hands on Brendan's and slowly moved them downwards. She place them on the waistband of her shorts, making clear what she wanted. Brendan willingly complied, pulling her shorts off and exposing his sister's glistening cunt. There was a light patch of fur above her pussy, a "landing pad," as they say. But otherwise, she was clean shaven. Her cunt was in bloom, as her inflamed inner lips were exposed to Brendan's view and copious amounts of fluid coated the whole area. Dana could even feel the slow trickle of her cunt cream move slowly towards her asshole. Brendan looked at Dana's pussy like it was the finest work of art in the world. It captivated him, and seemed to narrow the entire world into this one heavenly hole, and its fleshy adornments. The room smelled heavily of her musk. Brendan surprised both himself and Dana by diving in tongue-first. He was not experienced in matters of cunt-licking, but he was on auto-pilot anyhow. Dana gasped as his tongue plunged into her cunthole, and his face pressed on her box. The tongue soon withdrew and licked heavily up and down her juicy lips, causing Dana to squeal and gasp with pleasure. In no time, Brendan found her clit and sucked it into his mouth while flicking at it with his tongue. This sent Dana over the edge, and she nearly cried out as she orgasmed. Fluids streamed out of her cunt and dressed her brother's chin. After Dana peaked, Brendan didn't know to subside his aggressive suckling. She had to grab his head in her hands to move him away from her sensitive clitoris. She pulled him up to her and kissed him sloppily, delving into his mouth with her tongue. She tasted her own juices all over his lips and tongue and it made her feel dangerous and wildly sexual. But she was done yet, and pushed his head back down between her legs. For nearly half an hour he feasted on her cunny, licking, nipping and suckling every bit of her pussy flesh, inside and out. Both of them became lost to a kind of delirium as Brendan couldn't get enough of her lips, her hole, her clit, and moved energetically between her parts with the enthusiasm of a child at an amusement park. Dana meanwhile had entered a kind of mushy-brained trance, losing track of reality as she faded into and out of orgasmic bliss. Brendan soon needed some satisfaction of his own, and he had an idea of how to get it. He lapped at the delicious cunt one last time and then removed his mouth from her honey pot. The sight of her cunt was beautiful, and as soon as he considered the possibility of burying his cock in her warm slot, he couldn't resist the idea. He undid his pants and freed his raging cock. It had been confined in his pants for what seemed like hours. Now it bobbed in front of him as he spread apart his sister's pussy lips, exposing her pink center. He looked at his sister, and saw that she knew exactly what he was doing, and was smiling at him. Dana was unbelievably satisfied. She couldn't remember having so many orgasms, or ever having her cunt pleasured so enthusiastically. Combined with the weed, which increased the sensations and made her even hornier, she was in bliss. But the one thing she hadn't gotten was now bobbing in front of her cunny. It was big, and its mushroom head looked angry and slightly menacing. She wondered if she had ever been fucked by something so large before, and the thought made her pussy contract once again. She smiled at her brother to let him know she was ready. He positioned his cockhead at her entrance and pressed slightly. The bulbous knob was apparently larger than her passageway, and she would have to stretch to accommodate him. He pressed a bit harder and the head slipped into her tunnel, as Dana purred. Brendan pushed in a little bit by little bit, and as he did so he lowered his body onto hers. By the time he was face to face with his sister, he was nearly halfway buried in her cunt. She bit his lower lip, and then slipped her tongue into his mouth. They kissed deeply, sliding their tongues against one another. As they did so, Dana wrapped her legs around Brendan and pushed him into her. With a powerful thrust, he was buried to the hilt. Dana loved the feeling of being stuffed full with cock. Her pussy walls clung tightly as they were stretched by the invading penis. Dana sucked on her brother's earlobe and then whispered to him. "Fuck me." Brendan had been content to simply enjoy the tight grasp of his sister's pussy on his cock. His cock had been ready to shoot for several hours, and he wanted to enjoy the feeling of his sisters legs wrapped around him while he was buried inside her. But her words left him no choice but to obey. Even as he started moving in and out of her, he felt his cum start to rise through his cock. While he fucked her he did so knowing that he couldn't hold back, that he would burst inside of her at any minute. But that made him fuck even harder and with wild abandon. All thoughts left his head, as his world centered on the cum boiling up through his penis, and the hot tight cunt of his sister, into which he would release his load. Brendan buried his face against his sister's neck, and shoved as deep into her quim as possible as his penis finally spasmed and sent a volley of cum splashing against her cervix. His butt flexed, he held her shoulders tight with his arms, and he fucked into her hard with each stream of cum that he spewed into her depths. Dana's pussy greeted the torrent of sticky jizzum with an orgasmic spasm to match her brother's. Her eyes lost focus and the world dissolved into pure sensation. Her pussy clenched hard on her brother's bone, effectively milking it of every drop of semen that could be had. Simultaneously, the tension collapsed, and Brendan's sweaty body fell languidly onto his sister. His chest slid against her breasts, lubricated by a sheen of sweat. They lay there for a moment, with Brendan's head still buried against his older sister's neck and his cock, still hard, buried in her sloppy cunt, as the two of them breathed hard from their exertions. After a few moments, Brendan lifted his head and looked into his sister's eyes. Much had changed. Instead of the lustful, sensual fire from the last few hours, she had recomposed herself. She was back to being his older sister, with those bright eyes, that somehow looked through you, signaling detachment, if not boredom. There would be no more loving. She was simply waiting for him to get off of her and take his cock out of her pussy. So he did. He pushed off, withdrew his cock, and slid to her side. She sat up, moved to the edge of the bed and fetched her shorts and shirt. Brendan watched as she lifted one leg and then the other to slide on her shorts. He noted with pleasure that a large dollop of sperm slipped out of her pussyhole and on to his bed as she performed this operation. It was nearly midnight and Dana's mind reeled at having wasted a whole evening, on top of the fact that she just got high with, and ended up fucking, her own brother. She needed to get to her room, get some shuteye and find a way to work on her paper the next day. Walking to the doorway she quietly turned the knob and slipped out, shutting the door behind her. She headed back towards her room and was nearly there when she saw the top of her mother's head, climbing the stairs. She froze! She was stuck. There was no way Dana could make it back to Brendan's room before her mom saw her. But if she continued towards her own room, she would run straight into her mother. A perceptive woman such as Ann would not miss the numerous signs that Dana had been freshly fucked: toussled hair, hard nipples, semen dripping down her thigh, the obvious odors. But escaping into Brendan's room might cause her mom to follow, where she would see all of those signs, plus a naked Brendan, a messed up bed and a huge bong with weed still in it. Dana's only choice was to move forward, confront her mother, and get to the safety of her own room. Ann caught sight of Dana in the hallway and greeted her. "Hi honey. How is your work going?" "Ok." Ann moved close to Dana, but stopped short. Her nose twitched and her eyes quickly looked her daughter once over. "Very well. Good night." Ann did not kiss her daughter good night, and gave her a wide berth as she walked past in the hallway. Both women then found the doors to their respective bedrooms and shut themselves in for the night.