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He Spanked His Sister

By: Trip_Dalton



Authors note, all characters in this work of fiction or over the age of 18. 

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John walked into the house after school, and when he reached the hallway he stopped dead in his tracks. His Twenty-two year old sister was standing in the bathroom naked, drying her hair. He'd never seen her naked, so he was shocked.

Samantha wasn't the flirty bubbly type, she was the academic bookworm type, so he'd never really noticed her figure before. She wore baggy clothes and carried a big worn-out leather book bag rather than a purse.

"Jesus John, don't stare at me!"

The bathroom door slammed and he walked to his room to change clothes. John was nineteen and going to trade school to be a mechanic. He had on mechanic's blues, and smelled of oil. He changed into shorts and a t-shirt and left his room. Twenty minutes later his sister walked into the den and stood in front of him. He looked up waiting for whatever was coming next.

"Why would you stare at me like that John?"

"Well, I guess . . . um, because you looked beautiful?"

"Wait, what?"

"I've never seen you naked. You're beautiful, but I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"You mean when I'm naked I'm beautiful, but not when I'm dressed?"

"Well . . . yeah, kinda."

She smacked him in the head and stormed out of the room. She'd been doing for as long as he could remember, and while it didn't hurt, it did irritate him to no end. She was four years older than him and had her degree in English. She wanted to be an English teacher, but he was pretty sure it would never happen. She hated people too much.

Ten minutes later she walked in again and asked him where their mother was. He looked up and said she was working a double shift at the hospital. Sam got infuriated and stomped her foot.

"She was supposed to make dinner tonight."

"Well I guess she needs to work harder to pay your bills Sam."

"Oh god, don't start with me John, she helps with your bills too."

"What bills, my cell phone? That was her choice, not mine."

"So what's for dinner?"

"I'm gonna order a pizza."

"Well hurry up, I'm starving."

"I didn't say I was buying you dinner?"

"Are you serious, you won't share?"

"Not with your pissy attitude."

"What, you were watching me while I was naked!"

"Close the fucking door dumb shit, or do you expect me to walk around with my eyes closed, because you might be naked?"

"Yeah right, you could have said something."

"Don't worry, next time I will."

"So would you please share a couple of slices of pizza with me?"

"Sure, run a load of laundry for me, and you can have half."

"Are you serious, a pizza costs six bucks, so I'd be getting three dollars worth of food."

"I was ordering a three meat from Deluca's, but hey, you can make a sandwich or something."

She went to smack him again, and he grabbed her hand.

"Don't hit me again Sam, I'm tired of it."

"Let . . . go of me!"

"I'm serious, hit me again and I'll put you over my knee."

"I'd like to see you try it, now let . . . go of me."

She was pulling hard, and when he let go, she stumbled backward and fell to her butt.

"You asshole, that hurt!"

"You'll live, you big baby, now leave me alone, I'm trying to watch TV."

"Not anymore."

She went for the remote, but he was quicker. She tried taking it from him, but he held her off while she practically climbed on top of him trying to get at it. He flipped her on her back beside him on the sofa and held her down with one hand. Her eyes got big when she realized he had her pinned and his hand was moving toward her inner thigh.

"Don't you fucking dare tickle me John, I'm serious."

"Oh I'm going to, or you can volunteer for a spanking."

"Yeah right, like I'd let you spank me."

That was it, he started tickling her inner thigh, and she went crazy.

"Stop, please John . . . stop!"

"Are you done being a bitch for the night?"

"Yes, I'm done, please stop, you win."

He let up, but he didn't let her go. She relaxed into the cushion and he looked her up and down. Her t-shirt had ridden up and he could see the bottom of one of her breasts. Her shorts had ridden up as well, and now she had a rather tight camel toe going on.

"Okay, but I'm serious Sam, don't hit me again, or I swear, I'll pull your shorts down and spank your bare ass."

"The hell you will."

"Try me, I'm serious, go ahead."

"It's not fair, you're too big."

"Hey, I've never hit you, so don't start."

"John, why do you hate me so much?"

"Shut up, I don't hate you."

"We used to be friends, we played games together, and you . . . used to . . . look up to me."

"That was when we were kids Sam."

"So what changed?"

"You shut your bedroom door in my face one too many times, and I got the hint."

"I don't believe you John."

"What are you talking about now?"

She reached up and smacked him in the head laughing.

"You can't be serious!"

He grabbed her bicep and she realized she was in trouble. She weighed about 98 pounds and he weighed about 175. He pulled her over his knees and held her down with his right arm, while his left hand jerked her shorts down.

"Oh god, what are you doing John?"

"I'm going to spank you just like I said I would."

He'd never spanked anyone before, so he had no idea he was smacking her lower ass and her mound at the same time. The noises she made confused him, but to him this wasn't sexual, it was him keeping his word.

"Now do you think I'm lying?"

"No, now let me go you asshole."

"Hit me again, this happens again."

He let her go and she scrambled to get her shorts up before he got a better view of her crotch.

"You just spanked my vulva you pervert!"

At first the word didn't register, and then it clicked inside his head. He felt terrible for what he'd accidentally done, but he couldn't show it.

"Well, keep that in mind and maybe next time you feel like hitting me, you won't."

"I should kick you in the dick."

"Go ahead, see what it get's you Sam. I can spank a hell of a lot harder than that."

"Fine, what laundry do you need done?"

"The basket that's beside my bed."

"Just the one load?"

"Yep, but you have to fold them or no deal."

"Seriously?"

"It's a 28 dollar pizza Sam, don't act like I'm taking advantage of you."

"Okay, okay, but . . . I'm still smacking you."

"And every time you do, I'm pulling your pants down and beating your bare ass."

She walked off laughing, but a few minutes later she walked by with his laundry basket in her hands. He called in the pizza, and thirty five minutes later his laundry was in the dryer, and they were actually eating together in the den.

"John, when you said I was beautiful, did you mean for a sister, or just . . . in general?"

"I meant as woman, period. You have a nice butt, and well, gravity has ignored your chest."

"You think I have nice boobs?"

"I do, but I'd rather not talk about it."

"I thought they were a bit small, and I don't know, maybe my . . . nipples get too long."

"Are we really having this conversation?"

"Well who else am I supposed to talk to John, I've had sex with two guys, and neither of them would have this conversation either. I can't talk to Mom about it, she'd just say the same old thing, "The right person will come along eventually."

They'd both said it at the exact same time, and started laughing about it.

"Okay, so . . . there's no such thing as a nipple that's too long Sis, plus, I've seen you without a bra, and they don't even show."

"I put tape over them, are you kidding? Even in a bra they go nuts sometimes."

"You tape your nipples down?"

"Oh god, I can't believe I just told you that."

"Sam, this isn't high school, I'd never give away your secrets."

"Can I tell you something really bizarre, and have you not get upset? You don't even have to respond to it, I just think you should know."

"Okay, go ahead . . . what the hell."

"I really liked it when you spanked me."

"That figures, even my punishment has no effect on you."

"Oh it had an effect, just not the one you were aiming for."

"Okay, so I'll just smack you back, in the head."

"I'd rather get the spanking, but I guess I'm not in charge."

She grabbed another slice of pizza, and saw his crotch for a second. He had a tent the size of a cucumber.

"Is that tent because of me?"

"No, it's because I really like pizza."

"I thought guys loved to talk about sex."

"For god's sake woman, you're my sister, are you trying to fuck with my head?"

"I'm sorry, I've just never seen you like that before."

"That's because I don't usually get horny in the house."

"Wow, I do all the time."

"You can because it doesn't show. I've seen the books you read right here in the den, and then you scamper off to your room."

"Wait, so you know why I go to my room?"

"Of course I do, I'm not stupid, and neither is Mom."

"Mom knows too?"

"She's known for years, she even comments on it sometimes."

"No way . . . what does she say?"

"Let's see, the best one was when you did it twice in less than an hour. She said you probably had calluses on it by now."

"This is so embarrassing."

"Sam, I've rubbed myself raw and if Mom said that, she's probably done the same thing."

"You rubbed yourself raw, seriously?"

"Of course, back when I was stupid and horny all the time."

"I'm sorry, I can tell you don't like this topic."

"No, go ahead. You say I never want to talk, so let's talk."

"Well you don't talk to me anymore."

"Because when I do say something you bite my head off. You come home and I say, "Hey Sam, how was your day?" and you reply, "It was school, how do you think it was?" and then you storm off."

"Am I really that bad?"

"You are to me, and it pisses me off, because I've been doing the maintenance on your car for what, almost three years now? I've saved you thousands of dollars, and you never say thank you."

"God, am I really that bad?"

"You keep saying that like you didn't know, but I've told you this pisses me off a hundred times."

"I guess I just tune you out, but I'll try not to anymore, and thank you John, I never realized how much money you were saving me."

"All I've ever wanted was for you to appreciate me like you used to when we were little."

"Is this why I can't find a guy worth a shit? Maybe that's all I deserve?"

"Oh get over it already. Try buying a tight pair of jeans, quit taping your nipples, and wear a little makeup."

"You really think that would change things?"

"Yeah, and quit being so condescending all the time."

She reached under her shirt and pulled the tape off her boobs.

"If you laugh at me I'll never speak to you again."

"So it will be like the last four years?"

"Oh, shut up John."

Thirty seconds later it looked like she had two fingers under her shirt.

"Okay, if you were lounging around my place, with that going on, you'd need to buy the big box of condoms."

"So you like this, seriously?"

"I'm a guy, of course I like it."

"But I'm your sister?"

"I know, but he doesn't, and imagine how a boyfriend would feel."

"My last boyfriend said they needed to be shortened."

"Carl was an idiot. I think he's gay, but hasn't realized it yet."

"He was bisexual, which just . . . yuck, no thanks."

"I fucking knew it, when he should have been screwing you, he was out here bugging me."

"Yeah, he did have a thing for you, he even mentioned it a few times."

"What did he think, we'd have a little incestuous threesome with him?"

"He did ask a few times, but no way was I asking you."

"Wait, you thought about asking me?"

"Hey, the thought crossed my mind. It's not like I've ever had a real man in bed."

"Wait, you've thought about me and you . . . having sex?"

"Of course I have, for most of my life you've been the only guy in it. You were the first guy I ever saw naked, and well . . . we don't have a father, so I've never been Daddy's little girl."

"Wow, I had no idea Samantha."

"I guess you've never had those thoughts?"

"Sure I have, but I'm a guy. We think about sex with every girl we know, even the ugly ones on occasion."

"Man, back when I was a virgin, and I was dating Brian Hodges, I remember thinking, "Why can't I just have John do this, at least I know he loves me," and god have I regretted giving it to that imbecile."

"I was fourteen when you dated Brian."

"Yeah, and even then you were handsome."

The buzzer on the dryer went off, and she jumped right up, going to the laundry room to get his load. She returned a few minutes later and started folding. She got to a pair of his boxers and held them up.

"You have really nice taste John."

"Thanks, I try."

She stuck her finger out the fly, making a joke, and he smiled.

"Its probably more like this."

She stuck her whole forearm out the fly, and wagged it up and.

"Closer than your finger at least."

"Can I see it John?"

"See what, my . . . dick?"

"Yeah, I've never gotten the chance to actually check one out under the light, you know . . . up close."

"Are you sure about this Sam?"

"You can say no and I'd understand, but obviously I hope you don't, or I wouldn't have asked."

"Finish working off your pizza and we'll talk."

"Yes master, should I remove my shirt for your viewing pleasure?"

"Sure, if you don't mind?"

"If you fucking laugh, I'll kick you in the balls, I swear."

"Why would I laugh?"

"I'm just sayin, don't."

She pulled her shirt over her head and set it on the floor. She didn't look at him she just kept folding his laundry.

"Why are you so nervous Sam?"

"Because I have a pair of coats hooks sticking out of my tits, why else?"

"Are you kidding, I'd suck on those until my jaw got sore."

"You'd be the first."

"I apologize for the losers of the male race. Are they really as hard as they look?"

"If you want to touch them you can."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, just let me finish with your laundry."

He slid down the couch until he wasn't behind the coffee table and he was right in front of her.

"I really had no idea I was such a bitch John. I guess I just never realized I quit being nice to you. I mean I know I was jealous because you got all the looks, and you were off getting laid every weekend, but I really didn't know I'd driven such a wedge between us."

"I was getting laid every day, but I definitely didn't get all the looks. You just hide yours under ugly clothing, and a scowl."

"I don't scowl."

"Well you sure don't smile."

"John, is it easy for you to make a woman . . . climax?"

"Not all the time, but I don't get any complaints, at least not in bed."

"So far, I'm the only one that came make me climax."

"Wait, no guy has ever gotten you off?"

"Nope, they give up way before I get close, and it sucks, because when I'm alone it takes about a minute, but with guys, it never happens that way."

"You're just too caught up in your own head."

"What does that mean?"

"I'd be willing to bet the moment it starts feeling good, you start worrying he's gonna stop."

"Well of course I do, it feels good and I don't want it to stop."

"Trust me, once I know I've got her headed for that final destination, I don't stop until she gets there."

"If you make me orgasm, I'll do your laundry for a month."

"Are you . . . serious Samantha?"

"After I get my up close interview with your manhood."

"This is insane, we'd be crossing that line into . . . incest."

"Somehow, I've never seen incest as anything more than a family member getting pregnant."

"So you don't care that it is, or you don't care because you can't get pregnant?"

"Take off your shorts, I'm finished folding."

"I'm blaming you if we get caught."

"We won't get caught, Mom won't be home until tomorrow morning."

He slipped his shorts off and his cock sprang free.

"See, that's what I mean, you got all the good stuff."

"Uh, it's a dick Sam, I had to get one, I'm a guy."

"Well did it have to be so thick, and long, because I've never been with guy hung like you?"

"Sorry, you date losers." Her hand wrapped around it and he gasped loudly.

"It's like you have your own personal sword of sexuality."

"And you've got . . . the sheath."

"Yeah, well nobody cares much for my sheath, believe me."

"If you acted like this, they'd be lining up."

She rubbed her soft hand up his shaft and ran her thumb over the tip, rubbing his pre-cum around the head. He watched in disbelief as she lowered her mouth to the fat head and started licking him. He could already feel the cum boiling in his balls, but he held back as best he could, thinking about laundry and his next mechanics class at school.

"This thing makes me so wet, it's unbelievable."

"Sam, you need to . . . stop."

"Why, am I hurting you?"

"No, you're about to make me . . . cum."

Her mouth sank down his cock, and she sucked hard. He started grunting and she cupped his heavy balls.

"Holy fuck, oh god!"

She started humming and whimpering as his cock unloaded in her mouth. She'd never had a guy cum in her mouth, and this was the most erotic experience of her life. She kept sucking and bobbing her head until the last drop dribbled out.

"My god, I actually made you cum."

"What did you think would happen when you took me in your mouth?"

"Not that, because I suck at blowjobs."

"Uh, no . . . you don't."

"God, that was incredible. I actually felt in control for the first time in . . . forever."

"Fuck, you even swallowed."

"You like that?"

"Of course I do, it's an insult when a girl runs off to spit it out. I don't run to the bathroom after I go down on someone."

"Well, I guess for you, I'm a swallower."

She ran her hand up his cock, and a little cum ran out. She laughed and licked it up before letting him go.

"So . . . about your laundry."

"Hop up here and lean back on the armrest Sam."

"Should I remove my shorts?"

"Yeah, that would help."

She stood up and shoved her shorts down to her feet. He helped her step out of them, and then she moved onto the sofa.

"See this is where I start getting embarrassed. I spread my legs and I feel like I'm on display."

"You are, and wars have been waged over pussy. It's the most wanted thing on the planet if you're a guy."

"So you like it all wet and messy?"

"Of course I do, otherwise I'd never know you were horny, and I'd have nothing to enjoy with my mouth."

He dropped down between her open thighs, and she whimpered as his tongue teased from her asshole to her clit.

"Right now, this is mine Sam, and I'm not stopping until you explode, so just relax and think about my cock cumming in your mouth."

He started working his magic, and she started getting into it. He felt her coming to life and then she hit her wall of doubt. He said fuck it, and slipped a wet finger up her tight little ass. She let out a grunt, her mind went blank, and he started sucking on her clit.

"OH FUCK JOHN!"

Her ass flew up and she grabbed his head. He kept sucking and her body started shaking. He wiggled the finger in her ass and she started whimpering his name. He tried to prolong her orgasm as long as he could, and when she finally relaxed into the sofa he let her go.

"Jesus Christ, I've never cum like that before."

"I could make you do that as many times as I wanted to Samantha, and you taste incredible."

"God, I've never been this wet before, and I can't believe you put your finger in my ass."

"Took your mind off your worries, didn't it?"

"Totally, and it actually felt good too."

"You know, when I told you I thought you were beautiful, I meant it Sam, and you don't have to do my laundry, that was my pleasure, believe me."

"Okay, well I'm gonna take another shower, and try to calm down a little. That was amazing John, thank you."


He Spanked His Sister Ch. 02



Authors Note: All characters in this work of fiction are over the age of eighteen. Read chapter one if you have any doubts, thanks. 

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John sat there on the bed next to his sister, staring at the open doorway. His mother had just caught him having sex with his sister, and more specifically, anal sex. He looked over at Samantha, and she just shrugged her shoulders.

"Maybe we should just go jump on her bed like we used too?"

"Uh, I think she might kill us."

"Well I'm going in there."

"Are you crazy?"

"Look at what we just did, I think we both might be crazy."

Sam jumped up and grabbed a nightshirt from a drawer and pulled it over her head.

"Come on, put your underwear on."

"You seriously want me to go in there? She's probably planning on throwing me out."

"So, you have nothing to lose."

"Nothing but my head, when she throws a lamp at me or something."

"She won't throw anything . . . will she?"

"Remember when I got caught smoking weed in the backyard? She threw a damn ceramic pot at me."

"Yeah, she was pretty pissed."

"Well I think this is worse."

"Okay, so I'll hold her down, and you go down on her. Once she cums she'll be fine."

"Oh god, I've created a monster."

"True, but I bet it would work."

"Not a chance, she'd have me arrested. Fuck it, I'll just move in with Craig, it's closer to school anyway."

"You can't move out and leave me here alone, not when I finally got you in the sack."

"You'll be fine, just blame me, I'm serious."

She followed him to his room and complained the whole time he packed up a big duffel bag.

"Sam, I'm sorry, I can't stay here. I know you accepted this situation a long time ago, but I didn't and now I feel like shit."

He grabbed a few things from his dresser and he was gone. Sam stood in the living room watching the headlights from his truck as they slowly vanished.

"Where's your brother going?"

"He moved out!"

"He what?"

"He moved out thanks to you!"

"Samantha Ann, he was your brother!"

"I know, but he made me feel beautiful . . . and sexy, so thanks a lot for yelling at him!"

Samantha turned and ran down the hall to her room. The door slammed and Tracy Boggs stood there in shock. She'd always thought she'd raised two great children. Sure, her daughter was a bit lazy, but she'd gotten her degree in four years and finished with honors, and John had graduated high school six months early, and enrolled in a trade school to be an ASE certified mechanic.

Now here she was, stuck in a place she had no idea how to escape. A mother isn't supposed to catch her kids having sex, and she's certainly not supposed to be turned on by it. One thing was for sure, incest ran in her family, and apparently she couldn't escape it either.

It was hard for her to admit, but John was her best friend. When she didn't want to go somewhere alone, John was always willing to tag along. When she was alone looking for release, and her imaginary men weren't working, John was her go to fantasy. The taboo nature of her fantasy got her off but the guilt afterwards was tough to handle. Now her very own daughter had slept with him and ruined her fantasy forever.

Seventeen years earlier she'd dealt with the same thing when she discovered her own brother Tom, and her husband Eric were both fucking Eric's older sister Ruth. When Eric quit giving it to her regularly, she figured he was just going through phase, but when she walked in on them in the middle of the day, she realized she was wrong.

The thing that pissed her off the most was that it had been Ruth instead of her. She'd never told anyone that, but jealousy was the real reason she got so upset, and now it had happened again. Was she ready to lose her family over it, or could she accept this taboo as a family trait she couldn't escape?

She got up and walked to her bedroom trying to wrap her head around this crazy new turn of events. She needed time to process everything, and work through her anger.

John sat down on the rickety-framed twin bed, and while it seemed like a good idea at the time, he wasn't sure this was a good idea. He knew what this bed had become since it arrived here, because he'd fucked his share of women on it. Now the thought of calling it home seemed rather disgusting.

"Well, this should be interesting . . . ."

Three days later he was going crazy. The apartment complex was like party central, and every night the music somewhere nearby woke him up, or the cops would show up with their flashing lights and loud radios. He had to find a better place to live, for sanity's sake.

On his way to work the next night, he received a text from his mother so he pulled over and checked it.

 "So this is it? You don't want to talk to me? If that's the case, you're not half the man I thought I raised."

He sat there on the side of the road trying to figure out what to do. He wanted to go home worse than anything else, but could he face his mother after what he'd done?

"Guilt trip received, I'll be there around ten-thirty."

He sent the message and started the truck, but he got a reply instantly.

"What, no more X at the end?"

He started laughing, because his X meant. "I love you Mom," and he'd left it off.

"Like I'd quit loving you over my mistake? XXX"

He drove on to work, ignoring her reply a couple minutes later, and checked it once he got to the shop. It just said she'd be waiting at ten-thirty. He worked at a local garage that was open until ten, and did a lot of road-side assistance. Tires and blown belts seemed to be their number one call, and tonight was a busy night.

He didn't get back to the garage until a quarter to eleven, so he texted his mom he'd be late. The upside was the tips had been good and he had $250 dollars in his pocket. On his way home he stopped at a liquor store that never carded him and bought a bottle of wine he knew his mother liked.

He got to the house at twelve-fifteen, and most of the lights were on. When he got to the door he heard music and got a little confused. He opened the door and his mother and sister were dancing and laughing. There were two wine bottles on the coffee table and two half empty glasses.

"Hey John, I hope that's more wine, we just ran out."

"Uh, yeah . . . it is?"

"Great, and there's a six-pack in the fridge for you."

"I don't drink and drive, remember?"

"So drink and don't drive."

"Am I welcome here Mom?"

"Don't be a dumbass, of course you are. Grab a beer and join us John."

Sam grabbed the wine from his hand and grabbed the corkscrew. John walked to the kitchen in a daze and grabbed two beers. He opened both bottle and downed the first one non-stop. He set the empty bottle on the counter and then walked into the living room.

"I thought you wanted to talk to me Mom?"

"Get out of those dirty clothes, while we move this party to the den."

He shrugged his shoulders and walked to his bedroom. He dug around and found a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. All of his underwear was at the apartment, so he had no choice but to go without. He downed th rest of his beer as he left his room and went to the kitchen for another. He bumped into his sister as he walked in, and she started laughing.

"So what the hell is going on?"

"Well right now Mom needs a plate so she can break up some weed before she rolls a joint."

"What the hell?"

"I told you that you shouldn't leave John."

"So she isn't pissed at you?"

"I promised her I wouldn't talk to you about it until after she got a chance to speak."

He nodded his head as she walked away, and he grabbed another beer from the fridge. He leaned against the counter and drank it down in short order. This bottle got him feeling, so he grabbed another and walked to the den.

His mother was on the edge of the sofa busting up a fat bud and humming to the music. He sat down in his recliner and stared at his sister.

"I'm surprised by you John. I've never seem you run from a problem?"

"What do you want me to say Mom?"

"Say you're sorry for leaving and it won't happen again."

"Okay . . . sorry I left, and I won't do it again."

"Okay, now say . . . I'll clean the basement this weekend."

"Sure, I'll clean the basement this weekend."

"Okay, now say . . . I'll go down on Mom whenever she asks."

"Excuse me?"

"Your father wanted Ruth, my brother Tom wanted Ruth, and you wanted your sister. I'm beginning to feel fucking left out. So I'm gonna light this doob and sit here smoking it while your sister gives you a blowjob. After that, I want some god damn attention."

"Okay, whatever you say."

He moved to the love seat and his sister smiled pulling his cock out the front of his shorts. He pushed them down and stared at his mother in confusion.

"This is who we are John, I've given in to that fact, and I still want the basement cleaned. We're turning it into a nice cozy fuck den."

His sister's mouth inhaled his flaccid cock, and his mother leaned back with the joint in one hand, and her crotch in the other. She watched as her daughter brought his cock to life, and when he moaned, she slipped her hand in her spandex shorts.

"Are you gonna talk dirty to me John? Come on . . . tell your Mom how bad you want to fuck."

"Take your shorts off and I'll show you how bad I want to fuck."

"Nope, you have to cum in your sister's mouth, and then you have to eat me."

"Who put you in charge?"

"I did, it's my house, so my rules."

"Okay, so what's the first rule?"

"Damn it John, would you hurry up and cum in your sister's mouth?"

"Getting impatient Boss?"

"I haven't had cock in over nine years, so yeah, I'm getting a bit impatient."

He got up from the love seat and his mother's eyes got big. She set the joint on the plate just as John grabbed her foot. He lifted her up onto only her shoulders were still on the couch, and then he grabbed the back of her waistband and pulled her shorts to her knees.

He flipped her over and she squealed as he put her on her knees. Her pussy was pinched between her thighs, and it was completely shaved. He grabbed his cock and after a quick rub between her wet lips, he shoved it in.

"Oh my fucking god!"

"So who's the boss Mom?"

"Fuck, you are."

"Uh huh, and from what I can tell I'm the man of the house now, and I'll fuck both of you whenever I fucking want."

"Jesus Christ, I made some beautiful children."

"Finally a nice tight pussy I can cum in."

"Oh god I can't wait, and your sister gets to lick it out of me."

He started fucking her and she shut right up except for the constant whimpers as he drove her crazy with lust.

"God damn, I need to be fucked more often . . . Jesus Christ, I love your cock!"

"Come here Sammy, put your finger in her ass."

Samantha rushed over and started mopping up wetness with her fingers, and then she started rubbing it into her mother's twitching backdoor.

"God, do I feel good John?"

"Fuck yeah, you're tight like a fist, and I can feel you squeezing my cock."

Sam's finger slid into her mother's ass, and the 42-year-old exploded. She started grunting and shaking and her voice got deep and raspy. John felt her pussy convulsing, and it was too much to take. He let out a roar and started hammering his mother's pussy as blast after blast of cum poured into her.

"My god, I forgot how good it felt when a cock filled me with cum!"

He fell back on his calves trying to catch his breath and his sister was right there trying to lap up his gooey mess. Stacy rolled to her side and Samantha dove right in, sticking her tongue in her mom's messy crotch.

John backed up to the loveseat and collapsed against the cushion. His dick was still hard, and his heart was racing as he watched his sister eat his cum from their mother's swollen pussy.

Bring me your cock John, I want it in my mouth."

He moved to her side and fed her his cock, and she grabbed his ass, bobbing back and forth. Eventually she was taking half his length, and moaning from the tongue on her pussy.

"Put your thumb in her ass Sam, make her cum again."

John grabbed his mother's right nipple and twisted it left and right, causing her to squirm, but when Sam's finger slipped into her ass, she exhaled quickly over John's cock as her body jumped back to life.

"That's it, cum for us Mom, cum in Sam's mouth."

Sam sucked on her mother's clit and she started shaking and thrusting her hips up. Sam started fucking her thumb in and out of her mother's asshole as she got rocked by another orgasm. John's cock was as stiff as a pipe, and he wanted some pussy.

He sat down on the sofa and pulled his sister up, making her sit down on his throbbing cock. She let out a moan as she was impaled by his thick cock.

"Mom, play with her ass."

Stacy moved right in and started playing with her daughter's tight little backdoor, while she played with her own pussy. John started rocking Sam back and forth and she started whimpering. This was her first threesome with a guy involved, and the dual penetration was starting to get to her. She started grunting and thrusting down on John's cock.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh my fucking . . . GOD!"

"Oh yeah Sammy, cum for me Beautiful, cum on my hard cock."

"Oh god John, I love your cock!"

"Mm, I think I'm gonna butt fuck the shit out of you now."

"Oh shit, I'm cumming so hard!"

She started slamming down hard on his cock and then she started shaking, crying his name over and over again.

"Turn her around and put it in her ass. Fuck your sister's ass while I fuck her with this bottle."

"Oh god . . . you guys!"

John picked her up and turned her around like she weighed nothing, and she grabbed his wet cock.

"God, go slow John."

"That's up to you, it's in your hand Sweetie."

She sat down slowly, letting the fat knob of a head press into her asshole. It started splitting her open, and she let out a low moan as the head forced its way inside her hot ass.

"Jesus Christ, anal sex is fucking hot, I had no idea!"

"Mm, you're next Mom."

"Fuck, I know . . . and I'm scared."

Sam took the plunge and let herself slide the rest of the way down his shaft. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back while their mother slipped the beer bottle up Sam's pussy. She held the bottle so her finger was against Sam's clit and she started gasping and cussing as her body was assaulted by the dual penetration.

"Oh fuck, I can't breathe, I'm gonna cum . . . oh fuck, I'm gonna oh god, oh fuck!"

She arched her back hard, and the two of them took her on a ride to ecstasy. She'd never felt anything like it, or been so high on sex in her life. This new sensation was something she looked forward to exploring, but she wished the beer bottle was a second cock.

"Oh yeah you motherfucker, screw me in the ass!"

He grabbed her ass and started running her up and down his shaft, while she cussed and groaned through her everlasting orgasm.

"Oh god, give it to me harder John, my god, fuck me harder!"

He shoved her over the coffee table and grabbed her hips, fucking her as hard as he could.

"You like that bitch, you want it good and hard, I'll fuck you until you can't walk straight!"

She was gripping the edge of the coffee table, thrusting backward, and then her mother shoved the beer bottle back into her from below. She totally lost it and started squealing their names.

John didn't want to cum, so he concentrated on other things until his sister finally calmed down. He pulled out and moved to the floor next to the loveseat.

"Are you okay John?"

"Uh huh, just taking a breather before I bust your anal cherry."

His mother moved to the sofa and with much fanfare, slipped the beer bottle up her own ass. John rolled on his side and watched, as his beautiful mother opened up her own ass for him.

"Fuck, your cock's an inch thicker than this bottle, and this is tight."

"Trust me, you'll stretch, and then you'll be begging for it."

He moved between her thighs, and worked a wet finger in next to the bottle. She groaned, but a few seconds later she was asking for another. John wormed in a second finger and she started moving the bottle quicker.

"Oh god, I think I'm gonna cum, holy . . . fuck . . . me!"

"Sorry, I have to do this . . . ."

John pulled the bottle away and popped the head of his cock right into her ass.

"Oh you motherfucker, Jesus Christ!"

"Mm, nice and fucking tight, and all mine."

Sam showed up and dripped anal lube on John's cock. It was cool and it felt nice. He pushed in a little and then pulled back, letting the lube coat her tight asshole. Sam used her hand to coat his shaft and then started teasing her mom's swollen clit.

"Oh fuck, I'm so sensitive, I'm gonna cum!"

John started pushing, and the two siblings watched as John's massive cock vanished into their mother's asshole.

"My god, you look fucking beautiful with my cock up your ass. Are you ready for a fucking?"

"Go slow, my god I'm so fucking full . . . ."

John pulled back and Sam added more lube before he slid it back in.

"Wow, I can't believe . . . how sensitive my . . . ass is, Jesus Christ."

He started fucking her slowly, and after about thirty seconds she started moaning. Sam's hand appeared at her mother's pussy, and it was holding the pink vibrator. She slipped it in her mom's dripping wet sex and turned it on. Her mother almost slipped off the sofa she jumped so hard.

"FUCK!"

"Oh yeah, she likes it John, fuck her harder, hurry!"

"Fuck, I'm . . . going to, and I'm gonna . . . cum in her amazing ass."

He started picking up the pace and his mother started cussing. She had her head up so she could see her children as the fucked the living shit out of her.

"This is so fucking nasty, and so fucking good. Fuck my cunt Sam, fuck it good!"

"Yeah, you got a neglected cunt, but not anymore. John's gonna fuck you whenever he wants, and you're gonna let him."

"Oh shit, oh shit, holy FUCK!"

She started cumming and the race was on. John started grunting and slamming his cock balls deep as fast as he could. Just before his cock exploded, he pulled out and dumped his load all over her chest and stomach. Sam moved in on it, licking it up and playing in it.

"Man, I've never cum that hard."

His mother didn't even hear him, she still had the G-spot vibrator buried in her pussy, and her last orgasm hadn't ended yet. He grabbed the vibrator and started playing with it, driving her to tears. After a couple minutes of this she begged him to stop, and rolled away from him.

"Fuck . . . when I was young, this isn't how sex was. My god, tonight was amazing."

John moved to his recliner, and his sister sprawled out on the love seat. Their mother rolled onto the sofa and relaxed on her side, smiling at John.

"You okay Mom?"

"Mm, you have an incredible cock John and god damn do you know how to use it."

"I understand why you threw Dad out, but why did you quit talking to Uncle Tom?"

"Because he didn't tell me my husband was banging his own sister. I expected him to be loyal to me, and I felt betrayed when he took your father's side."

"Don't you think maybe seventeen years of silence is enough?"

"What, you think I should forgive him?"

"I think you should talk to him about it. Every guy thinks about tag teaming a girl, or double fucking . He was what, twenty-something when it happened?"

"He was your age John, and I caught him with his dick in Ruth's mouth, while your father fucked her from behind. They were on my bed for Christ's sake."

"And Daddy, never came back after you threw him out?"

"I told him I'd report him if he did."

"Well I think all of this needs to be resolved, but that's just my opinion."

"It would be kinda cool to spend the holidays with family Mom."




He Spanked His Sister Ch. 02



"So you two think I should what, call my brother and forgive him?"

"It wouldn't hurt."

She looked at John as he got up and asked him where he was going.

"I need a shower, and my god, my thighs are burning right now."

She called him a lightweight as she re-lit her joint and took a big drag. John grabbed it from her and hit it hard. It crackled as it burned up, and then he handed it back. He made it to the hallway before he had to exhale, and then he told them he was sleeping alone.

The next day both women were too sore to fuck, and John was too busy studying for his fall finals. He had a week to soak up as much information as he could, and he still had to work 26 hours this week. Three days into the week, he came home from school, and his Uncle Tom was on the living room sofa with a young blonde who looked about Samantha's age.

"John, this is your Uncle Tom, and his wife Linda."

"Oh wow, It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

He shook their hands and sat down on the arm of the loveseat next to his mom.

"So I was telling your mom, I have something for you . . . it's from your father. He left it in my care, and he wanted you to have it."

"What is it?"

"It's his 1970 Dodge Challenger. It was his baby, and went he went to work for the shipping line, he gave it to me for safe keeping."

He looked at his mother and she sort of shrugged her shoulders.

"This shit needs to be resolved, so it might as well start right now."

"Okay sure, I'll take it. What kind of shape is it in?"

Both Tom and his mother tried answering at the same time. Stacy let Tom finish his statement.

"It's in mint condition, it was fully restored and it's been in my garage under a cover ever since."

"Why don't you go with your Uncle and pick it up?"

"Yeah okay, that sounds good to me, I can't wait to see it."

"Great, so Linda, why don't you stay here and get to know my sister a little better?"

"Okay, but John, don't let him get you side tracked on his Corvette. Now that he knows you're a mechanic, you're in trouble."

Tom started laughing and headed for the door. John smiled and followed him to his car.

"This must seem really strange for you John."

"I guess, maybe a little, but I see Aunt Ruth a couple of times a month."

"So you get the checks from her?"

"Yeah, but I've always wondered why Samantha doesn't get anything?"

"We're the ones that paid for her college tuition. The little trust she won, was actually us, and she was the only person allowed to apply for it."

"You must be joking, no shit?"

"Nope, dead serious, and trust me, it was a bitch pulling it off."

"So, do you talk to my father?"

"I talk to him a couple times a year, but he's become very reclusive, because his fear of your mother seems to grow every day."

"Can you get a message to him for me?"

"I can do better, I can give you his number and you'll get his voicemail."

They talked for a while and then Tom announced they had arrived. He hit the garage door opener, and John smiled as the bright red Corvette came into view.

"Wow, a 67 Stingray, I'm impressed, and jealous."

They got out and Tom walked straight to the third garage stall and rolled the cover back. John was looking at a pristine 1070 purple Challenger. After about fifteen minutes of studying the car, John noticed all the pictures on the wall. About half of them were car pictures, but the other half were of his young wife Linda.

"I know, she fucking hot, right?"

"She doesn't care that you have nude pictures of her on display?"

"Are you kidding, she hung most of them up herself."

"Wow, I like her piercings."

"Yeah, she's a kinky little thing, which is why I married her."

"Where did you guys meet?"

"I used to have a 32 Ford three window, and she was the model they used for the magazine cover and inside spread. It's those pictures over there."

"You have good taste, that's for sure."

"Yeah, but it took more than money and good looks to land her, let me tell ya."

"I can understand that."

"She likes big dick, and she loves crazy sex. She has a butt-plug in her ass right now, and it's like that all the time."

"Sounds like my kinda girl."

"I'll let you take her for a ride, she'd love it."

"So . . . you and Aunt Ruth . . . do you—"

"Yeah, I still see her a couple times a month and Linda joins in on occasion."

"Man, that's insane."

"John, can I ask why your Mom called after all these years?"

"Me and Sam told her we wanted our family together again."

"Did she ever tell you . . . what happened?"

"Yep, we know the whole story."

"Did she tell you how uptight and straight-laced she was back then?"

"No, she just told us about you and my dad, and Ruth."

"Trust me, she was anything but sexy back then. No oral sex, no lingerie, no nothing, but missionary, and she drove your father crazy. I mean I love my sister, but damn was she a stick in the mud."

"All she was back then, was jealous of Ruth, and I don't blame her. You and my dad wanted Aunt Ruth more than her, so she got pissed."

"Your father told me and Ruth that your mother knew all about it, so I didn't even know I was betraying her until it was too late."

John had never had a man in his life he could talk to, and while his guard was up, he liked his Uncle Tom. He had so many questions about his family, but he didn't know where to begin, or what could be talked about.

"Were you and Mom close growing up, because me and Sam never were."

"Your mom never told you anything about us growing up?"

"No, are you kidding, we learned at a young age that some things would never be talked about."

"Well, one thing you'll learn about this family, is everybody cheats. Even on your dad's side it's a free-for-all."

"So it wasn't just my dad and Aunt Ruth?"

"Oh hell no, that whole family sleeps together. I doubt your mother knows, because I didn't learn the whole truth until about . . . eight years ago I guess?"

"Aren't they scared they will get caught?"

"Caught by who? Everybody seems happy enough, to me at least."

John walked back to the Challenger because he was getting nervous about where the conversation was going.

"So, does it run?"

"Of course it does, I've kept it in perfect shape. Fire it up, the keys are under the seat,"

John found the keys and fired the engine up. It sounded incredible compared to his little four-banger truck. Tom opened up the garage door and waved John out into the driveway. He dropped it in gear and the car jumped forward. He started laughing and moved out into the driveway. Tom closed little end garage door and walked up to the driver's door.

"So what do you think?"

"I think it sounds mean, I love it."

"Good, I hope you call your dad, I think he's suffered enough."

"I have to be careful, Mom almost killed me when she found out I talked to Aunt Ruth the first time."

"Remember John, you're an adult now, you don't need her permission. And remember, she's always been a bit of a control freak."

"You think? You don't have to tell me that, I live with her."

They both started laughing and Tom said he'd follow him back to the house if he could keep up. John waited for him to lock up and get in his car before he pulled away. They goofed around racing to get to the house first, but John wasn't will to push the limits much, so he lost.

"So did you two have fun?"

"Yeah, and the car is great, you should come see it."

"I will, when we walk them out."

"So where is Sam?"

"I gave her money to go shopping with a friend of hers."

"Really, what friend?"

"Jackie, the brunette she met in college."

John shrugged his shoulders because he didn't remember Jackie, but he was more surprised that his mother gave her money.

"So honey, I was telling Stacy we were having a barbecue next weekend and she agreed to come."

"You know Mom will be there Stace, and so will Aunt Lisa." "I know, and I guess it's time to face my demons."

"You know none of them are mad at you. They just miss you is all."

"Oh I'm sure Mom is upset, I took her grandkids away from her."

"Sure, she was pissed off when it happened, but she's mellowed over the years."

"Well, I guess we'll see on Saturday."

They walked Tom and Linda to the car and once they were gone Stacy walked to the 70 Challenger. John stood there a little confused as she started crying.

"You okay Mom?"

"This car brings back memories . . . I think your sister was conceived in the backseat. I can't believe your father gave it up when I threw him out. This thing was his pride and joy."

"Do you want to take it for a spin?"

"No, I've never driven it."

"So go ahead."

"Maybe some other time . . . so how was your little trip with your uncle?"

"It was interesting. His wife seems to be quite the sex pot."

"Tell me about it, I had to listen to her for almost an hour while you two were gone."

"So she's pretty annoying?"

"No, not annoying, but overtly sexual."

Mom, looking back on the past, would you do anything different?"

"You mean with your father, right?"

"Well yeah, I mean if you had it to do over, would you do anything different?"

"I'm sure I'd do things different, but you need to remember, I was young and I was uptight all the time. I was working at the hospital, I was going to school, and I was trying to raise two kids. It was pretty overwhelming."

"What was Dad doing, wasn't he helping at all?"

"He was struggling with college."

"Dad went to college?"

"Didn't your Aunt Ruth tell you any of this?"

"No, we don't really talk much about Dad, or the past."

"Your father wanted to be a mechanic just like you do, but like a good wife I pushed him to go to college to be an engineer. He wasn't as book smart as you, and he struggled in school. He failed two classes, and it really crushed him."

"Wow, I had no idea . . . ."

"Yeah, let's just say I wasn't very compassionate when he dropped out of school. Now I look back and I did my share of fucking up."

"So, since we seem to have the biggest house, I thought maybe we could do Thanksgiving here? I'd pay for everything, and I'll help in the kitchen, or whatever you need."

"You want to invite your father, don't you?"

"Well yeah, but not because I'm ready for him to be a part of my life, I just want to meet him once and make my own opinions."

Samantha's car pulled up and she climbed out laughing. Jackie got out of the passenger door, and John's face lit up. He'd never met Jackie, because he never would have forgotten a girl like her. She had on tight, straight-leg jeans, high heels, and a tight-fitting blouse. John was an ass-man but he could appreciate a nice chest just like anyone else, and Jackie was the whole package.

He looked at his sister as she rounded the car, and he couldn't believe his eyes. She had on the tightest jeans he'd ever seen. Her bright red t-shirt matched her lips, and it was stretched tight across her chest. She definitely didn't have tape on her nipples either. He wasn't much for nipples, but maybe hers might need some attention later.

"Hey, I'm Jackie, you must be John."

"Yeah, nice to meet you Jackie."

"So how do I look you guys?"

"You look great Sweetie, do I have any change?"

"Sorry, I got carried away at Forever21, my bad."

"No worries, well I'm going inside, nice seeing you again Jackie."

"You too Stacy."

"So . . . what's with the car John?"

"Dad left it with Uncle Tom for me."

"Well that figures, I wonder if he even remembers he has a daughter."

John wanted to tell her about her college education, but he didn't want to say it in front of her friend. Instead, he tried pacifying her.

"Her, why don't you two take it for a spin around the block?"

"No thanks, I have clothes to put away, and then we're going to a movie. After that we're going to Jackie's for an evening of wine and girl talk."

"Okay, well I guess I'll put it in the garage and get back to studying."

Four hours later he was lying on his bed studying when his mother walked in.

"So how's it going?"

"Good, so what are you up to?"

"I've been thinking about the other night."

"Are you having second thoughts?"

"No, but you said you wanted to invite your father for Thanksgiving, and I think we should talk about that."

"Okay, so what's up?"

"John, the day I met your father I fell for him so hard. He was standing next to that damn car, looking so handsome. I couldn't resist his smile, and that was it, I was so in love."

"That's great, I wish I'd meet someone that makes me feel that way. Sam's friend Jackie is quite the number though, isn't she?"

"Yeah she is, and boy does she have a figure."

"Sorry, I interrupted your story."

"John, I'm scared to death that if I see him again, I'll want him back."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Uh, things are a bit mottled up, don't you think? Look at it from my point of view. I have to tell him the truth about us, and obviously incest doesn't bother him a bit, so what if . . . I end up . . . wanting you both at the same time?"

"Hey, you know I'll do whatever you ask, especially if you're naked."

"No you won't, you didn't the other night. You got up and declared yourself the boss."

"Oh yeah, I guess I did, but you know what I mean."

"You're missing my point completely John, I was trying to say I feel like a hypocrite."

"Mom, it's been 17 years, people are allowed to change."

"God, I haven't even seen a picture of your father in 17 years."

"Top drawer, under the receipts, it was taken last year."

"You have a picture of him?"

"Yeah, I have a few in there."

She got up and pulled out the drawer. John watched as she pulled out the pictures and stood there studying them.

"The two worst days of my life . . . the day I caught your dad, and the day I lost mine."

"Are you okay Mom?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine . . . it's just been an emotional week."

"Was Grandpa really as rich as I remember?"

"He was pretty well off. I don't know what Tom got, but I got enough to pay cash for this house, and I still have money set aside for you and Samantha."

"So you won't say how much it was?"

"It was almost a million dollars."

"Wow, so he was rich."

"I guess so."

They talked about when John was little and they would go to Grandpa's house, and how much fun they always had before he died. It made Stacy feel better, but Eric was still lurking in the back of her mind. John brought up Jackie again, and she realized her son had a thing for this girl.

"So you have your eyes set on Jackie?"

"Um, I think she excites more than my dick, that's for sure."

"Well knowing you, you'll be balls deep in her by Friday."

"Hey Mom, what happened after I left that night? You went from pissed, to . . . well, super horny in like . . . three days."

"I'm super horny all the time John, you just never saw it. I'd lie in my bed at night biting a pillow while I played with myself. I go to work and I have to listen to all the sexy gossip, and all the dirty details about affairs at work, and then I come home early and find you two, and I just gave up."

"You said that right before you walked to your room."

"Well, I really did. What was I supposed to do, yell at my two adult children? You'd already left before I even had a chance to think, and your sister hated me. Trust me, I wish I could back time up, and not come home that night, but I can't, so fuck it, if you can't beat em, join em . . ."



He Spanked His Sister



She grabbed her clothes and walked away without another word. He pulled on his shorts, and took his laundry to his room, and then crawled into bed for the night. All he dreamt about was his sister and her amazing nipples. He awoke with a smile on his face and showered before heading off to school.

At four o'clock when he got home, the house smelled like dryer sheets. He walked into his room, and all of his laundry had been washed and folded. Now it was sitting in neat little piles on his bed. He walked to his sister's door, and knocked lightly, knowing his mother was asleep in the next room. Samantha opened the door and invited him in before closing it behind him.

"I told you I didn't want you doing my laundry Sam."

"I know, but I'm trying to turn a new leaf I guess? You have done a lot of work on my car over the years, and I've never even acknowledged it, so now I'm going to. I was even going to clean your room, but I didn't want to upset you by being in there."

"I wouldn't have been upset, but really Sam, you don't owe me anything more than a thank you."

"Do you work tonight John?"

"Yeah, I work six to ten."

"Bummer."

"Why, what's up?"

"I wanted you to go shopping with me. I still have my birthday money from Grandma and Grandpa."

"I'll go with you tomorrow if you want. I don't have class or work."

"Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Hey, all you have to do is ask me Sam, I've always been there for you."

"Yeah, but now I realize I take advantage of everybody. You should have heard Mom when she saw me doing your laundry."

"Why, what did she say?"

"She was like, "Oh boy, what the hell did you do to your brother now?"

"Well the only thing that matters is that you're making an effort."

"John, do you feel bad about what we did?"

"My only worry was that you might blame me for it, because I spanked you against your will and it had the wrong effect."

"I feel like smacking you in the head just so you'll do it again, are you kidding?"

"Maybe when I get home from work."

"Don't tease me John."

"Okay, well I need to change and get going soon, I need to stop by O'Leary's to pick up a couple parts for my truck so I can work on it in class on Thursday."

"John, have you ever been to that adult store on Tenth?"

"I have, in fact I've been there a bunch of times, why?"

"Is it the kinda place a girl can go at night?"

"Of course it is. It's lit up really bright and as far as I know, all the sales people are women."

"I want to buy a real vibrator, but I'm kinda scared to go alone."

"I'll take you after work if you want me to, but I need to get going."

She shocked him by kissing him on the mouth before she thanked him. He smiled and smacked her butt before leaving her room.

He got home at ten after ten, and she was sitting in the living room with her purse beside her. He said he needed to change, and she just smiled and nodded. He walked into his room and started laughing. She'd cleaned it spotless, and had waxed all his furniture.

"I think you've lost your mind Sam."

"Sorry, I couldn't resist, did I do okay?"

"Are you kidding, I feel spoiled."

She got up and walked to his room just in time to catch him in his boxer briefs and nothing else.

"God, why don't you have a girlfriend John?"

"I'm taking a breather, they're just too damn expensive."

"Hey, at the risk of getting smacked, do you want . . . another blowjob later?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, no strings attached, I just really enjoyed that and I want to see if it was a fluke."

"Trust me, it wasn't a fluke Sam, but okay."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm a guy, remember? Sex isn't a question if the answer is always yes."

"I've heard that before, but I can't remember where?"

"Nickelback, on the darkhorse album I think?"

"Ah, it's in a song, okay."

He pulled on a pair of jeans and then grabbed a t-shirt before walking to the living room to put on his shoes.

"So you aren't embarrassed by where we're going?"

"Heck no, sex toys are one of the greatest inventions there is. You can drive a girl crazy with sex toys and your tongue."

"Now there's a visual I'll remember for a while."

"Okay, get your cute ass in my truck woman."

Twenty minutes later they were standing in an isle of nothing but dildos. It was like a culture shock for Samantha, and then a saleswoman showed up and her head started swimming. To her this was all supposed to be hush hush, and at one of the registers, a cashier was putting batteries in toys and testing them before ringing them up.

"So do you two have a brand in mind, or a specific style maybe."

"I do, but I'm letting her look around a little first."

"Okay, well if you need any help just wave a hand in my direction."

"Thanks, we will."

The woman smiled and walked back to the front of the store, while he rubbed his sister's back, calming her down.

"Okay, so which one would you buy John?"

"Down a little further where the quality stuff is. This stuff will break before the second set of batteries die."

"Jesus John, these are all over a hundred dollars."

"I told you girls are expensive."

"Can't I get a decent one for like, thirty dollars?"

"Just chill my nubile . . . noob."

He grabbed three from the shelves and hooked her arm, heading for the registers.

"John, I can't afford one of those, let alone three."

"I got this Sam, my treat."

"God, I need to clean your room more often."

They got to the register and the girl put batteries in the three toys, testing them. The batteries were cheapos from China, so he asked for a twenty pack of the Duracells. The total came to $380 dollars, and John didn't even bat an eye. The woman threw in a box of ribbed condoms and a small bottle of WET brand lubricant.

They walked to his truck and he handed her the bag was they were in. She just stared at him in disbelief as he started the truck.

"Only the best for my big sister Sam."

"I should be buying you stuff like I did when we were young."

"Okay, and you did back then, but now it's my turn."

They drove on in silence while she studied the three fancy boxes containing her new toys. One of them kind of confused her, so she asked her brother.

"Why is this one shaped like this?"

"That small part goes in your ass."

"Oh shit, why didn't I figure that out?"

"I have no idea, but trust me when I say you're gonna love that thing."

"I don't know, it looks a little scary."

"Do you want to have a little fun tonight?"

"Of course I do, I've been sopping wet all damn day."

"When we get home I need a shower, and then we can pick up where we left off last night."

"Could you really make me cum as many times as you wanted?"

"Well within reason, obviously."

"So how many times can you make me tonight?"

"Enough that you'll ask me to stop."

"Are you serious, girls actually ask you to stop?"

"You'll see, you sexy little noob."

"You keep calling me that, and I'm starting to wonder why."

"Because when it comes to sex you are, and tonight I'm going to put an end to your lack of experience."

He pulled into the driveway, and she followed him into the house. He gave her a wicked grin and grabbed her toys.

"Go get naked on your bed Sam, I'll be there in a minute, these need to be washed first."

She scampered to her room, and about five minutes later he walked in. She was on the bed playing with herself and her face was flushed. He sat down between her legs and lubed up the toy she'd been so curious about.

"Turn over on your knees for me Sam."

She flipped over and backed up a little getting closer to him. He put lube on her asshole, and then slipped the first inch of the big side into her wet pussy. He teased her asshole with the small end, slowly giving her more and more until it was buried in both her holes.

"Okay put on those tight shorts you had on last night."

"They're in the washer, hand me those red ones on the chair."

He grabbed the red cotton shorts and watched her as she put her shorts on with a toy stuffed inside her.

"Okay, this feels different."

"Now its time for my blowjob."

"Can I do it here, or would you rather—"

"Here is just fine Sam."

He stripped off all of his clothes, and she got right to worshiping his cock. He picked up the remote to the toy in her shorts, and turned on the small vibrator, setting her virgin asshole on fire. Her head came up and she let out a moan.

"Don't stop sucking sexy, or I'll turn it off."

"Jesus, how did you do that?"

"I have the remote."

"Fuck, I should have known there was more to this."

Next thing she knew, something was vibrating her G-spot, her ass was going crazy, and he was holding her by the head.

"Okay Sam, I'm ready to cum."

She started bobbing her head faster, and when the first blast hit the roof of her mouth, she exploded from the most intense orgasm of her young life.

"God, you're an amazing little cocksucker Samantha."

She kept bobbing her head and sucking until he was finished, and then she begged him to turn down the toy. He picked her up off the floor and removed her shorts. She watched as he moved his mouth between her legs, and the he started playing with the toy, and her clit.

Twenty minutes later she'd lost track of her orgasms, and she was in the middle of one that wouldn't stop. She finally begged him to stop and curled up in the fetal position.

"My god John, we haven't even had sex, and I feel like I've been screwed silly."

"Do you want more?"

"Fuck, I want your cock."

"Okay, but only under one condition."

"You want my ass, don't you? You want to cum in my virgin ass."

"Yep, you guessed it."

"God, ever since you stuck your finger in there, I've known this was coming."

"Don't worry Sam, I'm good at it."

"Like that surprises me?"

He rolled her onto her back and pulled the toy out of her. She spread her legs and looked into his eyes, smiling at him.

"I trust you John, and I've waited so long for this."

He slid his cock into her slowly, and her back arched as he filled her up. He shoved down hard enough to rub her clit, and she grabbed his ass with her hands.

"Look at me Sexy, don't close your eyes. I want you to watch me while I fuck you."

"Jesus John, I'm already . . . close to . . . cumming."

He grabbed her legs and pushed them up, giving her a perfect view of his cock as it sawed in and out of her hungry pussy.

"Jesus Christ, you have a beautiful cock John."

"Mm, and you have a nice, tight, neglected pussy."

"It's not . . . neglected . . . now, oh shit, here it comes!"

John started thrusting harder, and she grabbed her long hard nipples, tugging and twisting on them. Her head went back and her mouth opened, but nothing came out for about fifteen seconds. He pushed down against her clit and she let out a wail. Her pussy flooded his cock and she started trembling beneath him.

"Fuck . . . me John, fuck me . . . harder."

She kept rambling on and he kept fucking her until she coughed and started crying. When he finally slowed to a stop her chest was heaving and she was cupping her breasts.

"My god I had no idea . . . it could feel like that."

"Okay, turn over Sam."

"Oh god, I forgot we aren't finished."

She turned over and he stuck his hungry cock right back into her. This position gave her clit a rest, but when his finger and the cool lube hit her ass, she forgot all about her clit. He started working her tight little asshole open, and ten minutes later he was sliding a new toy up her ass. It was humming along and he was slowing working it deeper and deeper while she grunted and moaned.

"Do you like this Sammy?"

"Fuck, I feel so full, and . . . and Jesus, I'm gonna cum again, oh fuck!"

He pushed the remaining couple inches into her ass and turned the toy up. She started bucking back into his cock, riding out the waves of a great orgasm. When she finished, he pulled the toy out and told her he was going to fuck her in her perfect ass.

She tensed up as the head popped in, but a few seconds later she relaxed and he slipped in deeper.

"Okay, I'm going to take it real slow Sam, and I'll keep adding lube until I get it all in."

"No, I'm okay, just hand me that other toy." He pushed the third dildo under her, and a few seconds later he felt it sliding into her pussy.

"Oh shit, fuck me John, fuck me in the ass while I fuck myself in the cunt!"

He couldn't help it, she said "Cunt" and this became serious. He grabbed her hips and pulled her backward, filling her ass with his cock. He shoved her forward and did it again. She started cussing her head off and he started pounding the hell out of her tight ass.

"Fuck me John, fuck me harder, make me ass cum for you!"

"Yeah you like my cock in your ass, don't you Sammy?"

"Fucking hell, I love it, make me your bitch John, I suck you every morning and fuck you with my ass every night!"

He completely lost it and let out a window rattling roar as his cock exploded. She kept thrusting backwards, while froze, grunting and shaking as an almost steady stream of cum exploded into her rear end.

"Jesus Christ Sam, you're fucking amazing."

He pulled out and collapsed on his side beside his sister. He looked at the bedroom door and almost screamed.

"What the fuck is going on here!"

"Mom, holy fuck."

"Yeah, holy fuck is right. First I catch your fucking father with his sister, and now you two?"

"Wait, Dad did this with Aunt Ruth?"

"Yeah, and what the hell, did you just . . . my god you just came in her ass? Jesus Christ, I give up. We have some seriously fucked up DNA."

She turned and walked to her room, slamming the door behind her. Eventually they talked, but that's another story . . .