23 comments/ 52300 views/ 5 favorites Home Comings By: misstoy_101 (A very close of mine asked me to write a story with him. The following is the product of the two of us. The part of Anthony written by him, and the part of Taylor by me. It gives the view point from each other as the scene unfolds. ) * Eleven years. His eyes looked at the storage unit packed with boxes as he would slide the door down and lock it. Eleven years of living with a woman--Married to a woman. And the only excuse was...you're boring in bed. It's always the same. A little oral to get me wet and then fuck until you cum. No spice...no kink. He would just let his hand run down his face. He could still see her. In their bed. THEIR bed with two guys. She didn't know he was going to be coming home early. He really didn't think she would have cared even if she had known. She hadn't come running when he had left the house. More than likely stayed there and let them finish. Eleven years of his life and it was gone. Wasted. A sigh as he would walk away and go to turn the U-Haul into the drop off. Slipping into the seat of the 2010 Dodge Charger, he would close his eyes sitting in the gas station. His head was killing him; he hadn't planned on being down here until this morning. But good old Tommy, one of the last friends from high school had told him about his Halloween party. Told him he could crash there that night. A grin on his lips, the party hadn't been a total waste. But...well, the alcohol definitely destroyed a lot of the memories. Though he definitely remembered the fun parts at least...most of them. Pulling up to her apartment complex, he would slip out and pop the trunk. He loved his sister; they were only a year apart so they had pretty much grown up together. Most assuredly one of his best friends, and had offered her spare room the second she had heard about the divorce. Pulling out his two bags of clothes, he shut the trunk and looked up at the place. It would at least give her somebody to talk to, he knew she really didn't leave the house much since...the incident. A sigh as he would move to start up the stairs. He was hot...sweaty, even in this cool weather they were having, wearing just a wife beater and a pair of jeans. But then again he had moved. "I can't believe you talked me into coming," Taylor said over the sound of loud music. She had been standing by herself most of the night, not really being a people person. She wasn't always that way. Taylor once had a life that made her smile. Now she was a shut in. "It's been three years Taylor." Sara Beth said. "It's been long enough. I promise you Dean doesn't mind. Now go mingle and have a beer or ten, or I will sit on you and force Mike and Dan to hold your mouth open and dump beer down your throat all night long." She smirked. "Fine, a couple of beers and I am out of here." She said, slipping the purple tinted masquerade mask on. A few beers later Taylor moved through the crowd coming up to a man in a Jason mask dancing. He began grinding to her. It didn't take long before the two of them were moving as one. Taylor could feel her body reacting to his. She pulled away but he caught her hand bringing her back, lifting his mask enough for his lips to meet hers...Taylor woke first, his body still lying under hers. She shifted in the pre-dawn light reaching for his mask. They had never bothered to remove them, finding they couldn't stop themselves once that first kiss happened. They ended up in some cheap hotel off of Dawson RD. She pulled it up slowly...a look of shock moved across her body. Taylor backed away, nearly jumping from the bed. The man who had been a perfect lover, who had brought her out of herself, who made her climax so many times. The man she was about to wake with more sexual favors...she stared at him ghostly white. The man was Anthony, her brother. Taylor felt the panic and grabbed her clothes. She slipped on her pants and shoes. She removed he mask, letting it drop to the floor. Taylor was horrified by what they had done. She shut the door behind her, seeing he was still sleeping. She drove across town to shower and try to forget that some of the most incredible sex she had ever known was her brother. She fell into bed to sleep it off. Taylor was jolted from a dream with a knock at the door. "Shit..." She scrambled to open the door. Taylor paused looking at Anthony. She had decided not to tell him. "Come in," she sounded distracted, though she gave him a smile and hugged him. "I didn't think you were coming to later." She added still flustered about what happened. He had picked up the mask, his plan was to ask around who was dressed in it. Obviously somebody had to know who it was. Even as she would be able to see it tied to one of his bags as he would smile over at her. "You look like I feel..." Hugging her tight, he would kiss her cheek as he would come in and drop them off to the side. "Yeah...sorry about that. I would have called last night, but I wound up a bit...well, busy." Slipping into her kitchen, he would open the fridge and look around. "Man...We need to stock you up...no beer for the brother?" He laughed standing and stretching, his eyes moving over to his sister as he would just smile. He loved her more than anything else, the closest thing in the world to him. She knew probably more than she ever really wanted to know about things that had happened in his lips. "I came down and went to Tommy's Halloween party...I was going to just crash on his couch, but...well met this woman at the party...and I know what you're going to say...I'm in the process of a divorce from a dirty whore...this was just...I don't even know who she was." He would move over, picking up the mask and showing it to her. "It was...just so..." So unlike me...So risky...So daring...So not boring..."Hot. We didn't even take our masks off. I have no idea who she is...but it was amazing. I mean...I never had sex like that. My dick is so raw right now from how hard this girl rode me!" He would set the mask on the table as he would just smile from ear to ear. "I mean...I didn't know it could be like that. What about you...what did you do for the holiday?" He would pull his wife beater off, wiping his underarms and make his way back towards her laundry room. He'd always taken really good care of himself...a security guard, so he had to look the part. And really he smelled like sweat and beer...such a manly scent even as he would slip into the smaller room and kick his shoes off. "You know...I really appreciate you letting me stay with you, sis..." She thought her heart was going to pound out of her chest when the mask dangled inches from her. She forgot she dropped it when she was leaving. It was a mistake she was going to have to fix. She reached over taking it from his bag, looking at it. "Like I said...I thought you were coming later." Taylor, set the mask on the table. She would make it go away soon enough. Taylor was glad he wasn't looking at her face when he started talking. You know when you're a teenager or even in college and you do something stupid like kiss your best friends boyfriend and you have that moment when you see your best friend, you panic. You know they know what you did. Taylor had that overwhelming feeling. She couldn't look at Anthony, and was grateful he didn't know. She could handle this. She could handle knowing this secret would never come to life. "So you met some hot woman, had incredible sex with her, and she up and left. Sounds like a good night, and maybe you won't be so pathetic hanging around here worrying about Becky." Taylor said with some bile in her throat. Taylor had liked her way back when but when she found out about the affairs it kind of changed her outlook. She watched him stripping, reminded of last night, and she had to turn away. Her heart was beating fast again. There was real chemistry between them. IT was sick. It was taboo. It was the best damn sex she had ever had. He was right it was hot. Taylor didn't even know she could do the things they did together. It took a moment to get her thoughts in order. "You know me; since Dean died I don't go out much. I met Sarah Beth at some party. I didn't stay though." Liar! "I came back here and watched a movie. I was up late." She finally turned to him as he walked in the small room. She looked at the bed and him. "I couldn't let you go through this alone. I love you..." She said walking close and put her hand on his shoulder. "I will always be here for you." She gave a nod. "So besides a beer run, how can I help you?" "What? Did I catch you playing with yourself?" A chuckle as he would watch her, "you're acting a bit weird. I mean. I can come back later if you want.". He'd watch her with a grin as he would just shake his head. "you just don't know. I mean it was just animalistic. We weren't trying to be loving. Hell a whole pack of condoms, sis. I couldn't tell you anything about her but the mask. I don't even think we took anything off but her pants.". He would just smile, it was how he looked when Becky and him had first got together. "no foreplay just condom on and bam right in. Gotta find out who was there. I'm sure tommy can find her for me right?". A sigh as he would finally look at her. He had never talked to her like a sister. She was his friend, and he was there when Dean passed away. "Sis. You know I love you, but...you need to get out. Have some fun.". He would hug her as she came close, squeezing her tight. When she did let go his pants were pulled down. His boxer briefs a bit tight to give a great view of what was hidden. "I'm starving. How about some food after I clean up?" "I'm just a little tired. It was a rough night. I didn't get a lot of sleep, when I did I slept wrong. My back and hips hurt." Yes her hips hurt from several rounds of roll across the bed. He even had her against the wall. It had been years since her body had been used. Taylor was going to have to get the images out of her head. How do you live with a secret of this magnitude? But she couldn't tell him his dream lover was his sister. "But come on Anthony...Don't you think if she wanted to see you again she would have woke you before slipping away? Maybe you should just forget about her. Think about it. Did she give you her name?" No...We didn't talk much. We were too busy sucking and fucking. "And I will get out when I am ready. Name one good out there I don't have in here?" She said ignoring the fact he was stripping. He always stripped in front of her, and she did the same. Taylor couldn't think how many times when they were younger they shared the bed after a night of drinking, or clothes, or a dozen over crazy things they shared. "Get a shower...we can go to Ryan's for lunch. And I can swing by the store on the way back. AJ's is a good place for cheap beer and Chad works there. He is the guy I told you about the one that asked me a few times." She walked to the doorway looking over him shoulder. I'll be in my room. Come get me when you are ready to go." Taylor forced a breath. She was already feeling her center getting warmer, and this wasn't going to happen. She was not going to be sexually attracted to her brother. She couldn't be one of those women. She kept telling herself it was sick, but her body disagreed with her mind. A smile as he nodded, looking up at her. "Men. Alcohol. Hell, hook up with a girl. Just get out of this place.". A smile as he stood there. No, he would never get completely naked in front of her. But hell, it was boxers. Besides it's not like she'd be looking at his shit. She was his sister. "Ryan's sounds good. Maybe pick up a few movies and just veg today?" He would drown then. The girl hadn't given him her name. She'd barely given him anything but her body. A few times just enough head to get him hard before he had...damn it was hot. And she'd easily be able to tell what he was thinking about, his cock stretching out...threatening to push out the hole of his boxer briefs. "Why..." Clearing his throat again as he just smiled "Why don't you go out with him? Anything has to be better than your B.O.B. right? But yeah. Quick shower and I'll grab ya." "What's wrong with my 'BOB'," She laughed seeing what he was thinking. Taylor paused near the door. "Because I am just not ready. And if I was I would do what you did. I'd get half drunk and take some stranger back to some seedy hotel and fuck his brains out." She smirked, walking away. She took the mask from the table with her into her room. She put it in the top drawer of her dresser. Taylor flopped across her bed. She let her hand move over her thighs. She could still feel the heat between them. She was sore. She hadn't been with anyone since Dean died. Normally she would lie in bed remembering his touch. Remembering how he proposed, remembering when she met his at Anthony and Beck's wedding. But right now as her hand moved over her tummy she was thinking about how he felt in her. "Get a grip," she whispered pulling her pillow to her side. She could still feel where he had nipped her side. She was sure it would be a full bruise by tomorrow. She looked to the doorway, looked to his room. This was going to be hard. Taylor stood closing her door, and changed. By the time he would be ready she would be as well. "If you need to ask that question it's been too long since you've had a real dick, sis". He would just sigh and then laugh. "You wouldn't know how to fuck a stranger if you tried. Though maybe I should get you drunk." Laughing, he would go to shower. He would wince as he jerked himself off. His length a bit raw, but he just closed his eyes and remembered how she felt. Pulling on a t shirt and jeans, he would just push into her room "Ready?" A smile up at her, as he would look her over. "you know. A shame you've decided to be celibate. I'm sure some guy would pay you well to see that body. " She nearly jumped when he came in—she was lying on her back with her eyes closed almost back to sleep. "Yes," she half moaned rolling on her side. She stretched slowly before standing. Her hands still overhead. "And it's not that I don't want...a lover. It's just well," she looked away to a picture of Dean and her at Christmas when he proposed. "I just haven't met anyone..." She was lying again. She had met someone. "Come on you can buy me lunch." She walked past him, still very sore. It was hard to walk without him noticing. He fucked her raw as well. The touch of clothes against her raw neither lips hurt. "And I'm not a whore Guys don't have to pay me for it. I'll leave that to your ex-wife to be." She couldn't resist the jab at Becky. "Maybe you will find a good girl, and settle down. I don't think you need anymore one night stands at the Quality Inn." She joked. "And do you still like Killians?" "You haven't met anyone because you aren't looking". He would watch her walk and just shook his head. "And I think you're turning you boy up too high. You look like you got a pounding already. If I didn't know better I'd say you were lying to me." A grin as he walked past and out the door. A snort as he would look at her. "Not a whore, but I did learn one thing with Becky. One way or another we all pay for the pussy." Opening the car door for her, he'd slip down and look over at her. "Who needs a good girl..." He would laugh, but stare at her for a long minute. He didn't tell her what hotel he'd been at. That was a good guess. Just shaking his head as he would start up the car and take off. "Besides. Last thing I need is to settle down. I've got eleven years of wasted life to catch up on. And yeah, Killians as always" "I told you I had a rough night. So my 'bob' and I worked things out. And I do get out. See I'm out," she laughed. "Ok I'll find you a whore. There are plenty of them around. Unless you are stuck on finding Miss I don't know your name but I love the way you fuck." The ride to Ryan's wasn't long. Technically we lived in Lee County on the Daughterly County line. Ledo Road was the jumping of point. Taylor worked for Phoebe North West near the CVS Pharmacy off of Meredith, which was around the corner from Ryan's. "I'll make you a deal. I'll help you unpack and have a few beers with you, if you promise not to bug me about getting out. I will when I am ready and until then I will live vicariously through you." "Not the same and you know it. And damn girl. Be gentle with it. It's not like you have to beat on it. What did your pussy ever do to you?" Laughing, he would slip out and look to her. Sighing as he would just frown, walking. The restaurant he would pay for their plates and head to a table. "It's not even that. It's. You'll think this is silly. But have you ever fucked somebody and it just feels right? Like a glove, just feels perfect? Well, I guess you'll say Dean right?" He would just frown and start to load up a plate. "It just odd. I mean sex with Becky was good, but no passion. With this girl it was like we were just...a perfect pair" A shake of his head as he sat down. "Yeah. I know. Stupid right?" A chuckle as he would take a sip of his soda. "And deal. That's fine. You help Me unpack and then movies and beers. Sounds like a good night." "Damn," she said joining him at the table. She noticed Heidi was their waitress. Heidi had been at Tommy's party as well. Taylor forced a smile and prayed Heidi was to drunk remember see her there. "She made an impression on you. And yes I know how you feel. My last lover...he left me feeling the same way." Taylor took a sip of the Diet Coke. She watched her brother eating. "It's not stupid. But I just don't see you finding her. I don't want you to get all worked up only to be let down. Come on Anthony...really can you sit here and tell me outside of killer sex the two of you had anything in common? Or is it you need the killer sex and no strings?" He'd smile to Heidi as he would look at Taylor and just laugh. "Dean was a long time ago, sis. Need to get you laid". He would put his hands up. "Last time I'll say it. Promise." He would chuckle and shrug as he leaned back and would just watch Taylor for a moment. "It's not even just the sex I mean that was amazing. Her kisses were just so passionate. She just seemed to need something." Blinking up at Heidi as she came and asked how we enjoyed the party. "I loved it. Hey. Do you know the girl that was wearing this masquerade mask?" He would grin...eyebrows arching at Taylor...perhaps he just got lucky. Her heart was racing faster and faster and she knew it was going to jump out of her chest. She opened and closed her hands under the table watching Heidi's eyes met hers. Please don't tell him...please don't tell him She had taken the Masquerade mask from the table as she was talking to her. "I vaguely recall the mask. But I think that guy in the Jason mask knew who it was. He was all over her. Hell they made me want to get a room. Talk about hot!" She said glancing to me and then to Anthony. "Maybe ask Sarah Beth. I saw her talking to her I think. I was pretty drunk." "Thanks Heidi," she said, looking at her brother. They had been so hot. Taylor wanted to tell him her last lover wasn't Dean. But she didn't think he could handle the best fuck he ever had was his little sister. She waited until Heidi walked to the next table. "Face it...she is going to remain a mystery." He would listen to Heidi, though his eyes moving over to Taylor now and then. She looked so nervous...weird. "Yeah...yeah...I'll ask Sarah Beth...thanks, Heidi..." He would just sigh...as he would look over at his sister and shake his head. "You give up too easy. Or do you not want me to find out about her? Want me to be all celibate with you? Get myself a fleshlight and jerk off all the time?" A grunt as he would look back and reach up to rub at his face. "Either way, maybe she will stay a mystery. I mean...who the hell knows, right?" He would look at her a bit sadly before sighing. He would lean forward. His voice soft as he looked up at Taylor...looked into her eyes as he spoke in a soft tone. "She...Becky...told Me I was horrible. That she'd been cheating on me since after the honeymoon. That the only good thing about Me in bed was that I had some...size to me." Home Comings He pushed the plate away and just sighed. "Maybe it's just a fantasy girl, but...it made me feel like I wasn't...." He would just shake his head...reaching up to rub at the tears forming in his eyes as he would just frown. "I've never felt so...small. I spent eleven years working my ass off to give her everything I could. Trying to be the perfect husband...and I suck in bed. She might as well have just cut my balls off..." "I want you to be happy." She sighed. "And no I don't want you to have to jerk off all the time. It gets boring, I should know." She reached across the table setting her hand his, though the touch only brought back flashes from the night before. "You said last night was different, maybe it wasn't you, but Becky that didn't bring out that passion. You said it yourself it hasn't been like in a long time. And not to sound creepy...I can't imagine you being bad at anything. I recall a few stories from some of my friends growing up." And if I could tell you about last night I would tell you you are the best damn fuck I have ever had. "I will talk to Sarah Beth when she gets back. She and Mike went to Atlanta for a for the day." She leaned back slow, unsure of how she was going to have Sarah Beth avoid seeing Anthony. "Finish up, I'll buy you a beer and we can look at porn together and cheer you up." He would just smile and nod...watching her as he would just shrug. "Maybe...you're right though. I need to just stop thinking about it. It was a one night stand. A good one..." He would just shrug and smile..."But maybe that's just what it was. Somebody that needed to get it out of me and all--Now to just look for that next great adventure...right?" He would shake his head. "Yeah, I doubt Mike wants me anywhere near his wife. He's still a bit pissed I wound up taking the girls virginity." A smile as she mentioned how her friends had told her stories and he just arched his eyebrow. "Really? I didn't sleep with that many of your friends...Sarah Beth...Jamie. And that blond one...with the watermelon sized tits..." He would nod then as he would push up out of the booth, tossing a tip on the table...he wasn't much in the mood for food anymore as he would sigh. "Sounds good to me...porn and beer with you. We haven't done that since college...not since mom walked in on us watching porn in our underwear...telling us how wrong it was and giving us a lecture about how you can't fuck your siblings..." A snort as he would wait for her to get up..."I mean fuck...it wasn't like we were doing anything wrong...hell, you were the one that used to yell at me for jerking off while we were watching..." "Mom would have a kitten if she knew half the thing we did." She said. Taylor was certain she was going to hell for what they did. She could see it now, she dies and goes to heaven, they open the big book of sins, and right there staring her in the eyes would be last night. She of course would plea she didn't know, and they would offer premarital sex as the next sin and Taylor would find herself damned for eternity. "Do me a favor...try not to get stains on my couch? It's a bitch to get clean." She laughed as she belted herself into the car. She couldn't recall getting into his car. After they kissed it all became a blur. "And...no jerking off in front of me. I have been alone a long time, and well...I don't need to see my brother's junk." Ok it was said, but part of Taylor did want to see it again, feel it. "Just head over to AJ's and get some beers for the house. I'll cook dinner for us later, maybe by then you will have forgotten all about your mystery woman." She finally relaxed, coming to terms with she didn't know, and that somehow made it bearable. "You know there is one good thing. You used a pack of condoms, means no one is going to come around in a few months looking for a baby daddy." She laughed a little. She couldn't have kids anyways. The accident that had taken Dean also took her uterus. "At least you were thinking... For once not like in college with Karen or whatever her name was." "We weren't that bad..." He would chuckle softly as he would put his seatbelt on and he would roll his eyes. "Like you haven't seen it several times already anyways." A grin...he had never been one for closing bathroom doors unless it was a -bad- night. He always heard her yelling at him about seeing him pissing..."Oh man...do you think mom knew about that night we went skinny dipping in the pool senior year?" His eyes on her for a long time...before he would just shake his head and start off towards AJ's. A grin as he would look over at her. "And I'll make sure...I'll keep a towel around in case." A sigh as he looked over at her. "I love you, sis...and dinner and porn...and beer. Man...If you weren't My sis the night might have ended in you getting laid." A wink as he would drive off... "Kimmy...and it wasn't my kid..." A chuckle as he would move off...a shrug as he would smile..."Yeah, hell...I don't even remember buying the condoms. Which is a bad thing...I'm just hoping they are decent." He would lick his lips then...picking up the beer. A short drive home and he'd slip them in the fridge..."So where is the porn?" Moving over to flip through it...he would chuckle..."So either you've become a freak...or Dean was a sick sick man..." Pulling one out as he would walk out towards the living room..."Family Ties. A loving adventure of a brother and sister discovering their love for one another..." "You just liked showing it off," Taylor said, grabbing two beers. "And I don't think mom knew and if she did she never said anything. And if you weren't my brother...but how many times have we said that over the years." She was in the kitchen when Anthony brought the selection to her. Taylor looked at the dvd's, "Dean use to like taboo things. He and I would watch just about anything. I think he just liked me sucking him off while we watched." She paused. "Do you remember the summer of our senior year? I mean that night at Logan's house. It was the first time I ever watched a porn. 1001 Erotic Nights. You used me as a pillow, and that kid Billy was jerking off. You wouldn't let me look. Now you encourage me to look. Kind of funny, Dean was so much like you, except...you're bigger." "Let me go change and I will join you in a minute." She had to walk away from Anthony. She remembered how he rubbed against me watching that porno. Taking both of the beers, he would set them on the coffee table as he would just chuckle. "Yes well...it's probably why Dean and Becky were always so jealous of us being around each other." A shrug as he would follow her back. "And what man doesn't like getting sucked off...well, anytime?" A laugh as he would pat her on the back, a shake of his head. "Becky never did that for me...first mouth I've had on me since college was last night." Pulling his shirt off as he slipped into his bedroom, he would talk a bit louder as he would find a pair of lounge pants that he had cut off into shorts. Tossing them onto the bed as he finished stripping. "That was a great night. I could feel how wet you were laying there. Felt like My back was on fire." Laughing then as he would shake his head...snorting. "If you were going to look at that...I'd rather it be with Me...Billy was a creep." Slipping into his shorts, he would move over to lean on the door frame...not pushing the door open if she had closed it to keep talking. He'd give her the privacy considering what she was doing. "Maybe that's why Dean was so jealous...knowing I've got a baby's arm in my pants." A soft chuckle as he would finally move off...flipping through the dvds..."Horse porn? Really sis? How sick was Dean?" "You have more than a babies arm," Taylor said over shoulder. She had just slipped her shorts on and was still topless when he came to her half open door. From where he was standing he would see half of the dragon tattoo. "You forget I have seen it a lot." She kicked the black boy pants towards the corner of the bed, not wanting him to see them. She pulled a loose shirt on, grateful he couldn't see the fingertip bruises he had left on her right breast. "I don't think Dean was so much jealous as Becky. I think he just wanted to open with me like we are. I mean come on, how many brother and sisters act like we do. For a long time in college my friends thought you were my fuck buddy." She turned to him, coming to rest in the door frame with him. "I think he just wanted to be you when it came to me. And yes, he was a sicko. That's why I said yes when he asked me." She gave him a soft smile. "Come on, let's go forget our demons for a while." Taylor walked away, knowing this was going to be more challenging now that she knew just how hot fucking him could be. His eyes moved over the dragon tattoo for a moment. Wasn't it weird, that you can know somebody is hot. See them naked, and if they were anybody else...you'd try to fuck them. But seeing her there, he knew his sister was hot. He'd heard it through middle and high school up through college. A few people had asked if he was hitting it because of how they acted...his eyes moving down as he would grab at his length through the boxers. "Okay...fine, it's a baseball bat." His eyes moved to her boy shorts as he would move over and pick them up. "Seriously sis? Torn panties?" He would just chuckle...moving with her he would toss them into the trash as they went to the living room...his eyes moving over to her as he would just shrug. "I thought you were pretty open with him. I know he loved you..." His voice soft as his hand ran against her back softly as he slipped down onto the couch, shifting so that he wasn't hanging out of the bottom of his boxers. "So...horse or incest then...let's great creepy" He would offer her over her beer as he opened his own. "We are kinda...sick aren't we?" He would look over at her. A slight frown on his lips. "You ever worry about why people thought we were so close? I mean...do you think our relationship is weird?" Taking a long swig of the beer, he'd get up to put the porn she picked in...Starting it up. "I mean...we are about sit down and watch porn half naked with each other...instead of going out and trying to find somebody". Taylor watched as Anthony put in the incest dvd. She didn't know why she wanted to see it, last night was so much better. "And Dean knew everything about me. I miss him still. And he never thought you and I were nothing more than close friends. But there were a few times Mike and Sarah Beth thought you and I were closet incest freaks." She grabbed the beer, taking a huge swig. She opened her mouth to say something when the front door opened. "Where the hell are you slut?" The voice of Sarah Beth echoed. Taylor heart jumped as she sprang from the couch. "There you are! I want full details about the man in the Jason mask you little whore. Tell me you got laid. Tell me you plan on seeing his hot little ass again." Taylor closed her eyes, only opening them after she felt her heart start again. She looked over to her brother. "Yeah, I fucked the guy in the Jason Mask. And he was the most incredible lover I have ever had." She turned to Sarah and walked into the kitchen pulling her along. She grabbed a beer. "Look I'll give you details later, I was busy with Anthony, and can I call you in in an hour or so?" "Sure...You ok?" "I'm fine, it's just we were talking about Dean and Becky." Taylor sighed. "I will call you soon." He would just chuckle, even as his eyes went up to Sarah Beth as she sprang in...a smile on his lips as he took a swig of his beer...listening to what she would be saying...Jason mask...he would blink, and then watch Taylor rush her off to the kitchen. He would frown...even as he watched Taylor nearly throw Sarah Beth out..."What was that about? You fucked somebody last night...and you didn't even tell me!" He would clap and look over at her..."Now...I want some details. Most incredible lover huh? Even better than Dean?" He would smile as he would take a swig at his beer. "Do I know this Jason?" Mask you idiot...she said Jason mask...though he wasn't really processing that part as he would be busy smiling. "Who would have thought huh...both of us fucking somebody out of the blue? I should have known with how you were walking...no toy could do that." He would let his hand move to her leg as she sat back down. "I'm proud of you sis..." His eyes moving to the porn...a smirk on his lips as he pointed. "Why the hell can't I find a girl that can swallow cock like that? Most women I know start choking as soon as the head is in..." He would reach over and flip open his phone...stopping for a second..."Huh...I guess I took some pictures last night..." Taylor moved to her brother, slowly. She didn't know who to answer his question. But she had to tell him, though she didn't want to. She leaned half over him taking his phone in her hand, looking at the image of her looking at the camera with his cock filling her mouth. The next one was an image of him taking her from behind that damn dragon tattoo showing. And another was of her torn panties. "Anthony, I did get fucked last night. I...we...Umm," She couldn't say it. She looked into his eyes. "I was at Tommy's party last night. I started dancing with a guy in a Jason's mask." She paused, standing up, handing him the phone back. "I went to the Quality Inn, to room 108 with him." Taylor found it hard to breathe. She picked up her beer and downed it. She walked to the front door and locked it. She was going to give him a few moments to let it sink in. The woman he had been bragging about all day was standing half dressed in front of him. Looking over her shoulder at the pictures, he would take the phone back. Even as she stood up, he was only halfway listening to her as he walked to the trash pulling out the pair of ripped panties of hers he'd made fun of her for. Staring at them for a moment, his eyes turning to look at her. The sound of the woman in the porn getting fucked and screaming about her asshole seemed so very distant. That's. That's funny sis." He would look at the panties again and drop them in the trash before he'd move. Stumbling slightly as he would head towards the bedroom she had given him. He dialed his phone, calling Sarah Beth. His stomach didn't seem to want to sit well. "Sarah Beth. Yeah. Who. Who was dressed up in the masquerade mask last night? Yeah. The one that left with the guy dressed up like Jason with the hockey mask?" He would look over his shoulder at her down the hall. Licking his lips as his heart thundered in his chest. Sarah Beth was more than happy to tell Anthony that Taylor was the woman in the Masquerade Mask, and she was more than happy she had gotten fucked. Sarah Beth went on to say it was about time she let herself be happy. Taylor walked to the TV, turning it off. She looked to her brother. "I woke up before you. When I saw it was you...I freaked out. I didn't know it was you. I had no idea...You weren't supposed to be there. I ...I shouldn't have gone." Taylor grabbed another beer before disappearing down the hall. "I have been freaking out about this all day." She found it hard to breathe again. "I wasn't going to tell you. I feel so dirty about it. I enjoyed it. I wanted more...Until I saw it was you. We..." She closed her eyes and walked into her room, grabbing the mask. "What are we going to do Anthony? No one can ever know about this." "T-t-thanks Sarah Beth." hanging up he would look to Taylor as he would just stare at her. "You knew. All day I've been talking about fucking you. And you knew!" He would start to pace before he took the beer out of her hand and downed it. "You knew and then wanted to watch incest porn with me? Was that a hint?" He would take in a breath and walk out of her room towards the kitchen. The best fuck he'd had was his sister. The person he wanted to see again and fuck more was in the other room half naked. "Nobody can...no shit! God moms going to fucking kill us!" Taking another beer it was shot down quick as he would lean over. "What do you mean what are we going to do? We were drunk. I wasn't in town and you fucked a random dude! That's what we are going to do..." "I don't even want to think about mom." She said, joining him in the kitchen. She helped herself to one more beer. "Do you know how hard it was...All you talked about today was fucking me. And...And I couldn't...I mean I didn't want to tell you. I didn't want this to... And the only fucking thing I could think about all day was fucking you again." Taylor walked into the living room, flopping down on the couch. "I have to get it out. It was so fucking intense between us. And I will never tell anyone. We...we just have to put this behind us. No one can ever know. No one." She breathed out hard. "And no the DVD was not a hint. I just couldn't handle watching animals." She said as an afterthought. "I will tell Sarah Beth it was just a really good one night thing. She knows I never go out, and I only drink when you are around. So she will believe it." Taylor pulled the bottle to her lips, chugging it down before looking at Anthony. "God I don't think we bought enough beer." He would rub his face as he let out a soft sigh. He would stop then and look up at her. "You. You were thinking of fucking me? Even after you fucking knew?" He stood there in front of her, his boxers not doing a good job at hiding the fact that he was growing hard. That the thought of her wanting him again was doing what the porn had yet to do. "And. Yeah. I mean it doesn't matter. We put it behind us. Accidents happen. It's not like either of us took our masks off. We didn't know. Who cares that it was so fucking hot. I mean..." His eyes on her for a minute. Sitting on the couch next to her. "Where did you learn to fuck like that?" He would reach down to fix his boxers not that there was much of a way for them to cover him anymore. Taylor couldn't help but notice he was growing out of his boxers. "Yes. When I got home and in the shower I masturbated thinking about what we did. Yes, even after I knew it was you, I wanted to fuck. And that was hard for me to accept. Dean and I shared a very heated sex life, but what happened between you and I was more intense." She leaned her head to his shoulder as she had done a thousand times before. "And I have always fucked like that. Anything else seemed boring." She added. "Dean loved me to suck him off. I don't like doing it, but last night...Last night something came over me. I lost control with you. I had to have you." She fumbled with her hands. She could feel her shorts becoming wet. She knew her nipples were poking out through the thin cotton shirt. He would look at his phone...flipping the picture of her sucking him off...nearly every last inch of his cock in her mouth as he would just snort. "You don't like doing it? Look at this...I mean...how the hell did you get it all in?" His eyes looked over at her...and he would just shake his head. "I...fuck, this is so...fucked!" He wanted to fuck her...just admit it to yourself, you want to turn her over right and make sure she is still walking like she was today for a long time. His eyes on her hard nipples, as he would just sigh. Looking away as he would let a hand move around her shoulders...pulling her closer to him as he would just chuckle. "Either way...I mean, hey. Something we both needed. Maybe...maybe we can just...move on now right? I mean...it's not like we're going to keep fucking each other. You're my sister, and it'd get a bit...hard to explain if anybody caught us...or...thought or...oh god I need something hard to drink..." "I have crown in the cabinet over the fridge. I keep it there for really tough nights. I think this qualifies as a tough night." Taylor said looking at the photo. It was pretty damn hot the way she looked with his cock down her throat. "This is fucked up, and practice. Dean would bring me candy canes and lollipops. He was just a little smaller than you, and he enjoyed when I sucked him off." Home Comings She flipped through more of the photos of them. It was now a sick fascination to look. The damage had been done. There was no sense in denying what happened. Other than him being her brother, the night had been damn good. She had never had a lover who could expect her moves. There was point he would shift his cock slightly, the pain and pleasure so intense it made her come each time. She looked at him. "No it's not like we are going to fuck again. I mean that would be...sick right?" Taylor asked looking into his eyes. She felt her body betraying her mouth. She was soaked and hot and there would be no way for her to hide it from him. "Oh fuck it...I want to fuck again...I can't help it Anthony. God help forgive me for wanting you." He would push up...letting her flip through the pictures on his phone. "Need to...delete those." Not that he wanted to...no, but if somebody looked through his phone...saw them...realized. He moved and grabbed the crown...passing the shot glasses and just grabbing two juices glasses. He plopped down next to her again...reaching down to straighten his boxers up once more he would pour them both two full glasses of the whiskey. "Yeah well...for somebody who always told me you thought blow jobs were disgusting...I have to thank Dean cause fuck me..." He would let out a sad little chuckle as he would drink half of his glass with a single drink. He would blink then...looking at her, his eyes staring into her face. "Yes...it would be sick!" He would turn then and then downed the last of the crown in the glass before pouring another one. "Are you...are you fucking wet?" He would look down at her...and then down at himself...at his own erection. He could feel it slick...his balls wet with pre-cum drooling down the length. Shaking his head as he would reach down...sipping this time as he mumbled. "It's just...it had been a long time. That's it...I mean...it's not like either of us really feel like this...just...it happened...and we don't really want to fuck each other...we just...want to fuck. Right?" Denial...it wasn't just a river in Egypt. His eyes on the glass in his hand as he sat there. Smelling the arousal of his sister. Smelling his own salty musk. Knowing that there was a huge wet stain in the front of his boxers. "We just...we're just tense. Maybe we should just...take care of ourselves. Talk about this when it's not just...so fresh...when we aren't so...." "Horny," she finished it for him. Taylor downed the double shot he had poured. She hadn't expected to be so wet, or him to be so hard. It was wrong to want to touch him. It was like when they were little and they played doctor with the neighborhood kids. They were so young and didn't know any better. They had explored and touched each other's body parts juts as Donald and Jeff did. But they weren't innocent kids anymore. They were adults and knew better. And last night they didn't know. It was a different ball game tonight. She grabbed the crown bottle, pouring another shot and filled Anthony's glass. "Don't...delete them yet. I want to look at all of them." She said sitting back next to him so her thighs were touching his. She slipped her hand into her shorts, feeling her well shaved mound soaked. "Honestly...Dean never made me this wet. And trust me I flooded many a pair of pants." She took his phone again, letting her index finger slide between her lips. She pulled the dripping finger to her lips. Taylor enjoyed the taste of her own cum. "Where did you learn to eat pussy like that? I mean it was like having a woman down on me, you just seemed to know where to nip and lick." "Yeah..." He would reach down and turn the tv back on...let the porn start playing again. His eyes on it, he needed to think about something other than the strong scent of his sister...that just seemed to be making his cock throb that much harder. He would down the refill...and then pour...well fuck, the last shot poured into his glass as he looked at the empty bottle. Bringing it to his lips he would nearly choke at it as he watched his sister suck her finger after playing with her pussy. He could remember the taste, so sweet...like eating a peach cobbler. His eyes on her shorts...it looked like she'd pissed herself. Was she that...fucking horny about him? He would reach down...pulling his boxers so that his cock slipped out of the hole there. His right hand wrapping around the length...as he started to stroke himself...sounding wet, without even anything else there. "I can't...remember the last time My dick hurt so much from...just being hard." He would look away from her...he, was really jerking off next to his sister...while a fake brother and sister fucked on the television. "It was the only think Becky ever wanted from me. Said it was all I could do right. I just love it. And god...yours tasted so good..." His eyes closed...his voice soft as he spoke. "Remember playing house as kids. We always wound up mommy and daddy with Jeff as our son...how we'd have to love each other to make Jeff a baby..." She couldn't help but sneak a peek as he rubbed himself. If it was possible he was harder than he was last night, and last night he could break concrete with it. She looked at the phone again, while her fingers found that small nestle of nerves. She gasped. She looked at her brother. "Jeff always...wanted to...be..." she struggled to talk. Her hand pleasing, but it wasn't as good as his. Taylor dropped the phone, reaching over, she took her brothers hand. "I can't...believe we...are...OH..." she sucked in air sharply, her body going rigid against his. Her knuckles were turning white on her brother's hand. Her hips spasmed and moved and finally came to rest. She pulled two very wet fingers from her shorts, bringing one to her lips, sucking it clean. "I need to fuck. As good as my fingers are..." Taylor said letting her brothers hand go. "What are we going to do Anthony? I cannot not want you. I can't get it out of my head. It was like the first time when I lost my cherry to Mike. It was all I could think about. And now I find I want you to taste me again. We can't do this...tell me we can't..." His hand pumped a bit harder...his eyes watching her...even as he would lick his lips. Watching her cum...his fingers moving to twine into her own...squeezing her hand as he would let his chest rise and fall...this wasn't wrong? Right....just jerking off with her. It wasn't like he was fucking her. He would shake his head...she would see the clear fluid coating his fingers..."It's wrong...we can't...you and I..." His fingers gripping her hand tightly...he was about to cum...he was about to just let go as he would let out a groan...his eyes opening to look over at her...at the moment, he was so thankful he didn't have any condoms...he might take her up on it. And fuck...he just couldn't cum. The feeling would get there and then go away...it knew she was close...it knew she wanted it inside of her...why on earth would it let go with his own hand..."I just...maybe I shouldn't...stay with you..." The head growing purple...his hand slowly down...tiring. Taylor moved her hand to his on his cock. She could see the frustration in his eyes. He needed to cum. He needed to get it out so they could think rationally. Her finger still coated in her cum came to his lips. Taylor began stroking him off, matching his pace. She closed her eyes, it made it easier. She had no intentions of doing this, but he was in such pain, and it is not like she hadn't been beside him before tonight. They had on a few occasions masturbated at the same time. But this was the first she actually stroked his length and fed him her taste. "Just...Just this once...Cum...for me..." She said licking her lips and opening her eyes slowly. She looked at him, letting her eyes find his; she could tell he was close again. "Just...let it go..." She whispered. It did not take much. His eyes opening as he looked over at her. Feeling her hand on his, tasting her fingers. Not long at all until she would feel his hot cum shooting it. Covering their hands together. "God..." His head rolled back. Yes, he'd been there when they had both came while watching some porn. But he'd never watched her. Never really thought about it. His hand falling from his length. His chest rising and falling quickly. "I always knew we...were a bit fucked in the head. Doctor and house as kids. How many times have we slept together cuddled up?" A chuckle as he opened his eyes and looked over at her. "Remember when we had the chicken pox and mom made me wear those boxing gloves because I was scratching all the time? You would always hold me while I had to pee. What brother and sister act like that? Is it a surprise it took us this long to have this happen?" She leaned to his shoulder. Her heart beating out of her chest matching his. She brought her fingers to her lips, tasting him again. "We have always been fucked in the head...haven't we?" She said. "When...when we were in high school," she began. "You were in the back yard with Sarah Beth. It was the night you popped her cherry. I...I watched you. I didn't mean to. I came around the corner and there you were, standing, full erection, and she was sucking you off. For a minute I swear you looked over at me." Taylor stood up, turning to look at Anthony. "Can you honestly say you have never looked at me and wanted to fuck. Because I have seen your boxers brother, and how they get tight when we are around each other. So yes, we are sick for wanting to have each other. And now that we know how great it can be...can you say you don't look at me with lust? Because I can't. And if you are going to live here we have got to come to terms with we fucked each other and it was great. It happened, it's over and we won't do it again." She blew out a breathe feeling the drops moving down her thighs. She was so fucking wet and hot. Her mouth was saying never again, and her body was screaming fuck me like a slut. She brought her fingers to her mouth again, suckling the last of his scent from them. "I knew you were there." He would chuckle as he would look over at her. "It's why I fucked her so hard." His eyes watched her as she stood up. A smile on his lips then, "you're a beautiful woman, sis. Always have been. Of course I get hard looking at you. Just because you're my sis doesn't mean I can't appreciate how you look." His eyes though would be on the wet trail sliding down her thighs. He knew her body didn't want what she was saying. And truth be told he wanted to lean over and lick that wetness from her leg. "Look. It happened. It was great. And like you said. We won't do it again. Besides. I'm in the middle of a divorce. I just want a slut to abuse. Like the old days in high school. Pound em out and make them walk funny." He would push up. "I love you, sis. And you know I would never do anything to hurt you. And I know you wouldn't want to be used as a little slut by your angry at women brother". She moved her hand to his cheek. "As much as I would enjoy angry sex, no." She said turning to shut the TV off. The sounds of balls slapping a wet pussy weren't helping her head. "I guess mom knew you and I were bound for this that is why she hounded us so much. She use to come into my room to make sure you weren't in my bed when you started college. I'm telling you she knew this was going to happen between us. And as bad as this is going to sound...I am not as disgusted as I should be." Taylor leaned over grabbing one of the empty beer bottles, and an empty glass. "Besides, animals do it all the time." She shrugged, kneeling beside the couch to reach for a bottle that had rolled to the side. She was stretching and barely had it with her fingertips. "Come here...you..." she mumbled frustrated. "Yeah". Mumbling as he stood there watching her. A sigh on his lips, as he shook his head. "Honestly I don't know if it's the alcohol, but neither am I. We just. We really need to talk about this when we are both sober," though at the moment he was staring at the wet outline of her pussy as she was bent over. He didn't even remember moving, his fingers pressing there. Pushing some of that material in between her lips. Grinding just a bit at her clit as he licked his lips. "Of course. We both had a lot to drink tonight. And. Before we have that sober talk, what is one more little bit of fun before we damn ourselves to hell?" His free hand moved, letting his boxers slip down as he kicked them to one side. That is all it took to break Taylor. She stood slowly, chest heaving with the rush, not letting his hand move from her clit. She finally took his hand and slipped in the front of her shorts. "One last time while we are...not in the right frame of mind." She said pulling her shirt over her head. She slipped her shorts free standing chest to chest to him. Her hand came to the side of his face. "How many times have you jerked off knowing I could see you from my bed when we were teenagers?" She asked, tracing his lower lip with her thumb. Her free hand moved feeling his full length. "Let's...let's go to bed. Yours or mine?" She asked, though hers was bigger. She thought about having him on the couch, but Taylor wanted to take her time and know all of him. It was going to be the last time they would ever give in to their lust, she wanted to make it memorable. "All the time. Every time I'd fuck one of your friends. The only reason I fucked any of them was knowing you were around." His length already hard again as his finger would grind up against her clit. His heart thundering. Were they really going to do this...again. "But at least I'm not the one that would climb into your bed naked at night." He would move, his hand slipping onto her ass. He would look to the rooms. "Mine..." That way if she really did regret it...it wouldn't be her bed. Her room. Turning to look over at her, a smile on his lips. "I'll try not to be rough again" Taylor leaned to her brothers lips, tasting her scent still on them. She kissed and sucked at the bottom lip. "The only reason Mike got my cherry was to make you mad." She said stepping back and taking his hand. His bed was fine. "And you loved me climbing in your bed naked. And I recall in college we even spooned a few times while drunk. You are right I'm surprised we made it this long." She kneeled on the edge of the bed, pulling him close. Her hand once more working to bring him to full height. He was still moist from their little session in the living room. She leaned over, and without hesitation took all of him. She cleaned every last inch of him, but didn't suck him off. No. That would come eventually. No for now, she just wanted to explore his body. "Only reason he fucked you was cause I took Sarah Beth's." A chuckle as he would miss her. Tasting the mix of her and his cum on their lips. "And yeah, I did..." he really was shocked that they hadn't slipped up earlier. Even just accidentally slipped in while spooning before. He stood there and nearly lost it as she swallowed him down cleaning his cock off. A hand reaching down, lightly grabbing at her ass as he would just smile. This is why Becky hadn't wanted her around him. Always thinking this is what they were doing. So many people for so long thought they were fucking. Why the hell not just have proved them wrong so long ago. Maybe now would be. Well far better on them both. She finally gave him back his cock. She moved, coming full height on her knees. Their lips met again. Normally she didn't kiss. Kissing was hot and reserved for your lover. Taylor didn't even try to stop herself. For so many years they had kissed on the cheeks and gave pecks here and there. But she remembered when he was 11 and she ten, and they were playing spin the bottle because they saw it on some TV show. He kissed her, like the man in the movie kissed the woman. Taylor was too young back then to understand about the power of a kiss. But now it was different. Her kisses were hungry against his. Her hands came around him, pulling them closer. Hands running through his hair, nail dragging along his spine. She only broke the kiss when she felt the drop running down her inner thigh. "You make me so damn hot." She whispered lying back on his pillows. How the hell did this happen. Listening to the pop as she left his cock to kiss him. His lips crushing against hers as his hands held her hips. His tongue sliding against her lips hungrily before she would pull away. Watch her lying back as his eyes looked to her pussy. A smile as he remembered the first time he'd seen it. Really seen it after he understood what it was. She had a nightmare and crawled into bed with him when he was thirteen. He'd looked when she'd fallen asleep. He admired it now as he did then, leaning down to let his tongue dip in...Starting at her anus as he licked up towards her clit Her back arched, bringing her clit to his tongue. Her days in college she experimented with Megan. Megan was her roomie, and in a drunken state showed Taylor how much a woman could please another woman. Megan brought Taylor to climax so fast, so when Anthony did it last night she knew he enjoyed this as much as she. Taylors, calves wrapped around his neck and shoulder, her hands moved through his hair, holding him over those nerves. She felt his fingers slide in, one then two, stretching her. The pressure on the back side of her clit so intense it took her breathes away. "Yes..." she panted. "Tony..." she moaned. She hadn't called him Tony since the night he married Becky. "Don't...don't...stop..." her breathes were ragged and her chest tight. She could feel it building it moved from her nipples down through her pussy. She spasmed, tightening in his fingers, threatening to keep them in her. She rolled up, pulling his face to her lips, sucking her own juices from him. Her hands moving along his cheeks, through his hair and down his back. When the air returned to her lungs and hearing to her ears, she pulled from the kiss falling back to the bed. She looked up, swallowing hard. She needed that attention. No one had pleased her even as close as him. Not even Dean who devoted his time and attention to learning her body. She tasted sweet and sour; it was a very heady taste. A rush as he would feel her cum so fast...so hard. His lips kissing her, even as he would feel his ears throbbing. He would smile as he pushed up...looking at her laying back. It was amazing, wasn't it? Remembering the past...how sexual they had been with one another. How there were so many little connections between them. He was hairy, a tangled mess around his cock...as he hadn't really shaved...or trimmed of late. She had been the one to do it for him the first time. In high school, she had sat him down a day before he had lost his virginity and shaved it up for him...so gentle. And that would be when he would blink, and turn...looking down at his phone that was going off on the side table. A picture of their mother sitting there staring up at him. "Fuck..." He would look to Taylor...his hand coming over to pick up the phone as he hit answer and put it up to his ear..."Mom? Yeah....yeah I'm there now. No, we aren't doing anything wrong..." His heart was thundering...even as she would see the erection he had had....the hardness staring at her dropping rather quickly. "What? Yeah she's...right here. We were just...uhhh...what? I'm not lying!" Taylor sat up, covering her chest with a pillow as he spoke to mom. She moved across the room. "Who is it?" She called out given the appearance of distance. Even though her heart was racing. It made what they were doing a little obscene. Taylor retook a seat on the bed, her hand landing on Tony's thigh as she took the phone from him. "Hey mom," she said flatly. "I know he was supposed to call, but we went to dinner and Sarah Beth and Mike stopped by. They just left." She moved her hand along his chest, playing with the trail of hair from his belly to the unshaven area. "Sure...I don't mind. Tomorrow will good. Hey mom...I love you too. Here Tony...Mom wants to talk to you." Home Comings She gave him back the phone, moving to straddle his lap. She knew by the look on his face he was already regretting what they had started to do. But perhaps it was the alcohol, she was indifferent about it. She was horny and wanted to fuck her brother, soul be damned or not. He would watch her. Sitting on the edge of the bed as he listened to her...looking to Taylor as she lied to their mother...as he had lied to her. Even as he felt her touching him. He would pull the phone to his eat as she handed it back. His eyes watching her crawling on to his lap. Feeling her wet heat against him...but she wouldn't feel him grow hard again under her. "Yes....yes I know mom. I know...There are separate rooms, mom....we're not kids anymore you know. It was just...yeah, I know...it was wrong... Yeah...I love you too, mom..." Had she known...he hung up his phone...not looking at his sister as he just stared down at the phone...that had sobered her up a lot...whispering softly, "Mom said we need to make sure to stay in separate beds...cause it's wrong." He would lick his lips as he looked over at her...looking into his sisters eyes...that lust that had been there in his gone now...as he would look at her sadly..."She's....she's right. We really...really can't do this. It's wrong...I mean...it feels good but....it is just..." She didn't try to move off of him. She just stayed there looking at him. "I know it is. But it doesn't change less than five minutes ago we were...you and I...we." She breathed out letting the crushing feeling leave her chest. She rolled to his side and curled into his shoulder. "All these years she thought we were lovers. Our own mother thought we were doing this. And we weren't. And tonight, I don't know if it is the alcohol, or the fact we both need this or what. But her first thoughts were we are fucking like rabbits." Taylor rolled putting her arm across his chest as she had done so many times. "Tony I don't regret this, and if she hadn't called, we would both scream in pleasure right now, and not laying here feeling this intense rush. I can feel your heart racing." She said putting her ear to his chest. "Mine hasn't raced like this in years." She looked up, moving her finger across his lips. She was sure they smelt of their scents. Her own scent filling her nose, his musk so powerful she still wanted him. "I still want you Anthony, but I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want." She knew she was still soaked, but she would leave his bed. He lay there with her, his arm moving around her shoulder to pull her close to him. His eyes closing as he would just take in a breath. "She's always known us better than we did it seems." His voice so soft...his eyes would close, his lips would curl down a bit...even as he would smell her...feel her. He remembered how good she tasted...how quick it had been...how intense....and he would just let out a sigh. "You've set me up with every girl I've ever been with. Every one of them, and...How many did you watch me fuck?" His eyes turned to look at her, his mind going back to it all...to each girl...all of them her friends...all of them he had never really made any advances to. But there they were...always willing to fuck him...until Becky. Becky had been the first he'd gone after himself. He would close his eyes for a long moment..."I just...I don't know...I mean we do this now...one last time. What is to stop us from one more....one last time? I just...I don't want you ruining your life fucking your brother when there are other guys out there...you know?" She rolled so she was lying propped on his chest. "Nothing is ever going to happen you don't want to." She was reminded of Dean when she said it. He had said it to her so many times. "And every one of them, except Sarah Beth. She told me she liked you. I just encouraged her. And yes I watched you in one way or another. Just like you watched me with Mike and David." She leaned back so her chin rested near his belly button. "I didn't start out to watch you, you always seemed to fuck my friends with open doors or in the yard, like you knew I was going to see. You admitted to fucking Sarah Beth so hard when you saw me. It was though you were fucking her but thinking of me. And I...I was so jealous I fucked Mike to spite you. I didn't want to fuck him. I never did. I guess I always wanted it to be you." She took a breath, moving her hand over his side. "Why is it wrong that we...we feel best when we are like this. So many years we found each other, had this tension everyone around us saw except us. And now when we can get rid of it...we don't." She moved wrapping her thigh over his, she had done this so many times growing up. "Tell me to leave your bed and I will. Let me stay and I will. We won't do anything you don't want. I promise you." He would chuckle then as he would look down at her. "You know...at the party...after I got there, before I put My mask on...I talked to Sarah Beth a bit...she was so wasted. Told Me she wanted to fuck Me again...told me that Mike was the worst mistake she ever made...that it should have been me." He would close his eyes as he would just grin then...thinking for a long time. "She admitted once she fantasized about us both you know?" A frown crossing his lips as she spoke of Mike and David... "Honestly I did...I don't think I wanted to hurt them, well...more than I would just because of size..." His eyes turned to hers...his hand idly rubbing her back...calming down a bit now as he would just chuckle....so many times they had laid like this...nothing sexual between them...just complete comfort..."I just wanted you to see how they would walk after...I think maybe because eventually I really thought I would be the one that took your virginity...I was so upset when you went to Mike....to Mike of all people. Only reason he even did it was because he knew I fucked Sarah Beth....is why he still hates Me...But the guy is such a douche..." A sigh...a hand reaching up to rub at his face. "And I know, sis...I just...don't you feel so conflicted? I mean....if we really enjoy this...we're going to want more...and even if it does just...feel good...you know it's not something we can do for the rest of our lives.....we can't just keep fucking each other....can't have kids..." He would stop then...and stare at her...going a bit red..."I'm...I'm sorry....I didn't mean...shit..." "Mike tried to feel me up at the party," she said closing her eyes as her hand slipped back the hairs below his belly button, she pulled and tugged on them without thinking what she was doing. She just listened to him. She drew in a long breath when he mentioned kids. "I came to terms after Dean died and I was in surgery I was never going to have kids. It's ok and if I could we would have used condoms like we did last night. As I recall we used a whole box." She sighed again. "I do feel conflicted, but I also feel this is so natural. You are so big, and I took every inch of you. It's like nature designed us to be mates." Her hand slipped a little lower pulling several hairs near his member. She got a little irate when she thought about Sarah Beth. "I'm not asking you to be my lover. And you can see anyone you like. If you bring them here and leave the door open, you know I am going to watch, so if you don't want me to...get a hotel or close the door. And as to me dating? It's not going to happen. The last time I did I ended in bed with you. I don't think I am meant for anything else. You are the first since Dean. And I am not ready to date, and I'm not a causal sex type. Last night was incredible between us. And just a few minutes ago as well. I think it is because we know each other so well." "Yeah...I guess Sarah Beth said they hadn't been intimate in years..." A frown at that...before he would just close his eyes...relaxing there, the soft plucking of his hairs relaxing him. "I know...I guess...I do want kids eventually. And yeah, I...didn't even know I could fuck that many times in a night..." A smile then...he would take in a breath. "Yeah, you took Me all in...but you're not exactly walking right either..." A chuckle as he would look down at her...his eyes on her...his voice soft as he spoke. "I love you, sis...you know that right?" A grin though..."Are you...jealous of Sarah Beth?" A single eyebrow arched upwards...a chuckle at that as he would just shrug. "Have I ever denied you a view? The only time I was a bit...sorry I didn't close the door was when Becky had caught you peeking in to watch us." His eyes looked down at her...a frown on his lips then. "I just don't want you to be alone....I don't want you to just...be held back because I make you comfortable...because I can please you..." He would pull her towards him...his lips moving to her lips. "I love you...and I want you happy....and I know that while yeah this can be amazing between us...at the same time it can't be anything really....serious" She didn't say anything at first, she thought about if she was jealous. "Maybe a little, only because she has a husband and a lover. I...I made a choice to be alone. It had nothing to do with you. I loved Dean so much. I wanted him. Every day even when we broke up. I wanted him. I didn't think I could love anyone as much as I loved him. He...He was everything I needed." She whispered to his lips, before kissing him lightly. "And I never thought you and I would ever be like this, and I don't think we will ever again." Another soft kiss to his chin just above his scruff. "I love you Anthony..." followed by another kiss to the underside of his chin. She pulled away, to look in his eyes. "I told you Anthony nothing will happen between us you don't want to. Not ever, and I am not asking you to share your bed like this. And I promise, in a few months you will be on your feet and in your own place, and I will have BOB to keep me company. And I will try to be quieter while you are here." "Sarah Beth has a lover?" He would blink then...a bit confused at that. Well, now he felt a bit more used...he thought she had been opening up to him. Now he supposed she was just trying to get another guy that could fuck her. A frown at that...as he would close his eyes...feeling the kisses...listening to her. "Taylor..." He would just sigh...and shift..."Dean wouldn't want you to just be lying around miserable with some silicone between your legs. No matter how good BOB is...I'm sure that there are others out there that can do the job..." His hand moved...slowly, but she would feel his middle finger slipping between her legs. He looked away from her as he would stroke her clit slowly...his voice soft. "My bed has always been open to you...you know that. I would never want you to think you couldn't come and lay with me...and...if you are...are so concerned that between we aren't...doing this...then let's do it. I...I'll fuck you..." His eyes looked up at her. Yes, he wanted it as well, but at the same time...really how far could this go...how long until it's just...odd between the two of them. "Sarah Beth wants you as her lover..." she said feeling his finger find harden bead again. Her breathes became raged. She rolled over, straddling his hips, hand reaching for the phone and turning it off. She didn't another distraction. She looked down into his eyes feeling his cock growing again. She leaned to his lips, filling his mouth with her tongue, warm humid breathes finding him. She reached down, stroking him across her wet slit, pressing his head to her opening. How could she want him like this? How could they share a moment knowing it could never lead anywhere? She knew she wasn't going to stop. Her lust for her brother over powering anything rational thought could muster. She moved those thoughts from her mind, and slowly pressed down. A sharp gasp filled his mouth as once more she felt him inside her. She moved a hand to her belly, pressing below the navel, feeling him. It was the most wonderful sensation. Her cunt muscles tightened around his width, holding him in her. Another heated kiss and she would move her hips, sharp enough to feel their pelvic bones crush into another. "Fuck me..." whispered in his mouth before sucking his tongue. "She's married, Tay.." He would just chuckle, not really even thinking about the fact that she'd said something while she was drunk...she was drunk, and married. Tony and Dean were always very different...He was also so confident everywhere, but the bedroom...where Dean was the opposite...or so he'd heard about him in the bedroom at least. He'd just always been beaten down by Becky when it came to his sexual prowess...though a soft groan would be let out as he felt Taylor slide down on him. She was still so tight around him. Maybe this is how it should always have been. Becky was always so loose, maybe she'd...just been fucking too much. No, he wasn't tiny...and had watched all the girls that his sister brought to him limp away afterwards... His hands moved to her hips...trembling a bit. That drunk animal that had fucked her so hard the night before gone. No...her brother was there. And this wasn't like when they were younger. Knowing she was watching him, so he would make sure to put on a good show. No...she was the one on his cock...squeezing his thickness. Asking him to fuck her, and he still wasn't sure he even had it in him. Though he didn't push her away as he leaned in, pressing his lips to her neck. Taylor began to grind her hips harder into her brother, the feeling overwhelming again. It was like their bodies were made for each other that they were designed for this. His length and thickness more than most could handle, and yet she was impaling herself on him. Those muscles loosening and tightening adjusting to him, encouraging him, greeting him, wanting him. She leaned back, sitting straight pushing him deeper. She cried out. Her nails raked down his chest, sides. Her knees shifting as she pushed herself hard on him. "Fuck me Tony..." she called out slipping her finger to her well hidden clit. She was so close to releasing that frustration, so close to rewarding her brother for his touch, for his love. His hands there on her hips, would start to urge her...to help her own thrusting harder. No, it was so much different than before. He was holding back...he was keeping something from her. His chest pounding, as he watched her...oh yes, he'd watched her fuck guys before...but not like this. She'd never been like this...acting like a little whore...he could feel her wetness over him. God they were going to go to hell for this. He needed to stop it. But no, his mouth found a nipple...suckling at it as his hands pulled her down...pulled her against his hips to hold her there...feeling his entire length buried inside of her. There had only been one other girl that he'd done that to...that had taken every inch of him...and he remembered how Sarah Beth had screamed...clawed to try to get away from him when he had buried himself to his hilt in her cunt...he remembered the pink tinges on his length as he had started to fuck her again. And then Taylor would feel herself thrown over, his eyes closed...remembering the tears he could see rolling down Sarah Beth's face as he had fucked her. She hadn't expected it so hard...so demanding. But he had watched her, she didn't say no...But he could tell how much he had been hurting her. Had seen the smile on Taylors face as she watched him fuck her best friend so hard...and now Taylor would feel his hips start to slam into hers. His teeth biting down hard against her nipple as she would feel his cock sliding almost completely out only to ram down into her completely. There was so much moisture greeting his thrusts. She arched her back, waiting for his next plunge in her. She did cry out, but not in pain, but in sex driven bliss. Her hands melting into his body, his sides, pulling his hips harder into her. She moved her thighs over, bringing on around over his back, and the other holding to his thighs. Opening her more to the force he now fucked her with. Her pussy started to spasm tightening, loosening in rapid succession, flooding so much cum it seep down to the sheets below. "Yes...Oh god yes...Fuck me...Fuck me..." she cried out. She ripped his mouth form her nipple kissing his, sucking on his tongue. Screaming into his mouth as she crescendo. Her hands moved along his cheeks, down his neck, shoulders, sides, grabbing his well muscles ass, digging the tips of her nails in. She pulled from the kiss, panting against his neck. He felt her pussy squeeze him, not wanting to let go as she screamed into his mouth. His hips did not stop, listening to the headboard of the bed crash against the wall as he took her. His heart thundering as he would break the kiss. His lips against her ear as he pushed fully into her...he was gone, his mind having drifted elsewhere as he just let his lust take over. His voice hard...the same one she'd remembering hearing as a teen when she'd watched him with the other girls. "Your virginity should have been mine..." He'd pull back...pulling out of her as she would feel his hands on her shoulders, slipping her over onto her stomach....yanking her half off the bed as he stood behind her, plunging into her once more. "Isn't this how you like it?" A part of him that was a bit more sober would have felt bad...remembering the night she had shown him her scratched up arms. How she had told him about how Dean had fucked her outside. How she gushed about it being the best she had ever had... She gripped the side of the bed with the force her took her--Her body rising and falling with his thrusts bringing her once more closer to that release. "Yes..." she called out, hips lowering when she arched her back, opening her until once more she felt his pelvis crushing hers. "It should have always been you..." She moaned between breathes. She hadn't been taken like this, not since that night. She closed her eyes lowering her head to the bed, moving her fingers to her clit. She rubbed hard against the swollen bead. She was shocked how the wet sounds of his balls slapping into her pussy turned her on more. She rubbed harder, feeling herself tightening again around his cock. She cried out again into the mattress as another climax would flood her brothers cock. So much cum flooded him, rewarding him, telling him she did enjoy it like this. Again...he couldn't believe how much she was cumming. And he wasn't even close...no, it was one of the side effects of when he drank. He had the hardest time getting off, but this is what she wanted...she would learn the hard way that she was going to get him off. His hands on her hips as he would take her from behind, letting him put more force into his thrusts as he took her sopping wet little pussy. Pulling away, he would step back. His chest rising and falling as he would breath hard. His eyes on her thighs...glistening with her cum as he would reach up to rub at his face. His hand pushing her back as she would have tried to get up. "I just need a second...don't move." Her cum was drooling off of his balls...as he moved forward once more. She would feel his head at her opening, as he would reach down...letting it rub against that tiny button hidden there. She laid half over the side of his bed, panting filling her lungs. She couldn't think. She had gone to that place where speech no longer existed. She closed her eyes with a nod to Tony as he stated he needed a moment. She needed on to. He mind and her body on such a sex driven high. She laid there calming her breathes. And then she felt his finger sliding over her. The touch brought a tremble that moved through her body. Her own hand moving to join his as she raised her wet slit against his head. She moved teasingly along the head with her opening. Pushing back and coming forward. "I want to feel you in me." She said with a certainty that had not been there before. She moved her free hand to his arm, pulling him to her, letting their lips meet once more as she backed on to his cock about an inch, holding there until the kiss broke again. Taylor had seen her brother fuck so many times, but this was different. She didn't even know she could do what she was doing to him. Home Comings He would smile, his lips pulling away from her...pulling himself out of her again, to let his head slide against her slit up and down...stroking it slowly. "Soon...go get me a beer...I need...I just need a second." He would back away again. Still dripping of her juices...the carpeting growing damp...his eyes on the bed as he would see the wet spot on the middle of the blanket. At the wet spot on the floor where she had been bent over. He'd listened to her stories about her fucking. He'd seen her fuck, and it had never been anything like this. The only time he could even compare this to any of the people he'd had was Sarah Beth. And when he'd fucked her it was supposed to get her away from Mike...though it didn't work. He would take in a deep breath. He'd given in as he looked to his cock...red already from last night's fucking...and tonight, he didn't think it would get any better...no, he knew it wouldn't...he needed another beer to keep it going...he wanted to keep it going. She sighed feeling him back away. She turned over, half slipping to the floor. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession. The look of his cock dripping with her juices was exciting. She stood slowly walked to him, ran her finger along his length, bringing the wetness to her lips. "Give me a second..." she said, walking to the kitchen, grabbing two beers. She handed him one, and sipped from the other. She leaned down kissing the head of his cock before running her tongue to clean up some of her mess. She walked back to the bed, climbing on, kneeling in the center. She admired how he looked, admired how her cum made his hairs glisten. She had never been this wet, never been this excited. She wondered if it was hormonal or was it the convenience of familiarity and proximity? Or, was there something more? She would rethink it later. Right now, she was submitting to her brother, something she should have done years ago. He would watch her...she would see his head purple...so hard...see the throbbing in time with his heart beating. He would sip at his beer as he would watch her. Seeing her kneel there, wetness still dripping from her. He would lick his lips slowly as he thankfully let the beer cloud his mind a bit more. Silencing that voice screaming at him about how wrong this was. That he needed to just send her away and go to bed. Sleep. Go to bed and just sleep. In that wet spot. In that area he had made her cum in. Taking her beer from her, he would pull her down...laying her on her back so that her head was off the bed, he would shift and put the head of his cock at her mouth. "Tell me if I start to hurt you..." His hips starting to move...slowly he would start to roll his hips...she would feel his wet sac against her nose as he leaned forward...his free hand finding her pussy as he would try to slide himself into her mouth deeper. Taylor had already proven at least twice she could and did handle his size. So once more she swallowed him. She groaned against his length, lifting her shoulders while a gentle hand stroked his sack. Her taste so thick, her scent just as intoxicating. Taylor's hips rose finding his fingers, pushing them along her moistened divide. She was his whore, his angel, his. For now, for as long as he wanted her. Her body was his to explore without regret. She'd feel his hips push...forcing himself a bit faster in her throat. Letting her fingers play along her sack, not pulling out of her mouth...just resting there as she would feel his fingers against her pussy...gently rubbing at her for a moment before his hand pulled away...gently giving her lips a slap, nothing too hard but she would still hear it in the room...his hips finally pulling back slowly...letting any spit building up flood out of her mouth. She moaned as he slapped her. Her breathe caught in her throat as he pulled out, spittle hanging from the corner of her lip, fluttering. Taylor wiped her chin, looking to her brother. She rolled on her side patting the bed beside her. "Come back to bed baby..." she said running her hand between her bruised breasts. Her free hand moving to his thigh, raking her index finger nail slowly. Taylor teased him, encouraging him to have her again. "I want you to fuck me Tony. I want to taste you again." She moved her hand slowly from her breast to her belly, rolling on her back, giving Anthony a show. Her fingers brushed lightly across her swollen lips, finally separating them, her index finger over the hard bundle of nerves forcing a gasp from her chest. His hands reached out...yanking her over to the edge of the bed and with that single motion he was inside of her as well, feeling her settling around him. Finally a part of his sister...his tongue slipping along his lips as he looked into her eyes. Wrong...so wrong, yet his cock said otherwise...throbbing and pulsing inside of her...as he would thrust...pushing hard into her, she wanted to be fucked...she wanted this...so then he would give his sister the world if she asked for it...his hips would move hard...fast...listening to the hard slap of his flesh on hers. It was as though her body knew and as he pushed into her, she would tighten again, those muscles working with her hips in a milking action. Her back arched just enough for the head of his cock to hit the hard flesh of her cervix. The combination of their combined thrusts more than she could handle. She cried out, her hands moving to her thighs, bringing them up around him. Her fingers holding behind her knees, opening her deeper. "Yes..." she moaned. The sounds of their moist love making, his balls slapping into her, his own grunts and her moans filled her ears. She tensed, held a breath and felt the crescendo again. Her nipples erect pressing into his chest as she leaned up, hand in his hair, her tongue searching his mouth, sucking his tongue, and finally the release that had been waiting. The force of her orgasm so strong it moved through her body. Every inch of her tensed and trembled as her cunt squeezed hard against him and flooded at the same time. "Fuck...yes..." she groaned to his lips falling back on the bed still pumping up against him. How many had that been? How many times had she came....flooded over the bed...the carpet, and still his cock throbbed. Grabbing the beer from the side table, he would tilt it up...draining the last of it as his hips thrust harder into the wet mess of her cunt. Going to put the empty bottle down, he missed the side table as it thudded against the floor. His blurry vision staring down at his sister...at Sarah Beth...at Becky... She would feel his hands on her tiny tits...those nipples gripped hard...pulled even harder as he would start to let his thrust grow even harder. Hearing her as he would lean forward...whispering in her ear. "You want it hard..." Crawling up on the bed to get a better angle on her...get more force behind his thrusts....his length grinding down against her clit from how he leaned over her. Taylors hand covered his on her nipple, holding his hand there. She was already bruised from the night before. The pain moved down her belly, again she tensed, tightening those already sore muscles. "Yes..." she whispered to his neck, her teeth raking over his shoulder. His thrusts into her shifting them across the bed until her ankle caught the edge of the mattress. She clawed into the soft flesh along his ribs, moving his upper body harder against the thrust. Taylor's body seemed to act on its own as if it was made for Tony's. She been screaming in pain, but she felt none. She felt every inch of his cock as it pulled and slammed. The sensation was intense. Taylor leaned her head over the end of the bed, her neck exposed as she cried out. "Cum for me baby..." Harder his fingers would crush her nipples, her hands doing nothing to dissuade it as he fucked her. His eyes would go to her neck as she leaned over the edge of the bed. He didn't know what had come over him but she would feel his teeth in her throat...she could feel him throbbing inside of her...pulsing as his sack slapped against her ass. He could feel flesh break under his teeth. That light copper taste as he would thrust into her hard once more. And she would feel the flood into her cunt. That hot seed shooting deep into her. His hips pushing hard against her. Keeping all of him in as she would feel his body shaking over her...letting go of her nipples...of her throat...breathing against the flesh there as he lay on top of her. She screamed as his teeth sank into her soft flesh of her throat, and it quickly silenced as his violent climax rewarded her for her attentions against his cock. Her hips slowed, thoughts returned slowly as did the air in her lungs. Taylors soft hand along his side, lightly touching his tanned skin. She leaned to kiss his bottom lip tenderly. She leaned back, letting her legs release his and settled under him. "That was..." she panted. "Just wow..." she managed to say. Her heart was racing and she knew Anthony could feel it against his. She continued stroking his side as she looked into his eyes. There was some recognition there of the intensity of their love making. Taylor knew her brother was the best fuck she was ever going to experience. He would lick his lips after she kissed him. Tasting her...her own lips and her blood. His eyes on her for a long moment...their hearts thundering at each other. Even as he would kiss her chin and let out a chuckle. He felt like a teenager again. Being thrown one of her sister's friends to fuck. "You...would have to be my sister...wouldn't you." A chuckle...as he would shift...she'd feel him pull out of her...letting his cum finally have an exit. Leaning down to grab the empty beer bottle, he would shake it...and smile over at her. "Need another?" Oh yes...he definitely needed another. Leaving the room, he would set the bottle down and pull out two more. Opening them before downing one of them quickly, draining it dry before grabbing another and heading back to his room. And offering her the open one before stepping into the bathroom to grab a wash rag to clean his cock off. She laughed with his sentiment. She rested on her side, content not to move. When he came back with the beer she happily took and downed a good portion of it. When she shifted she could feel the soaked sheets under her. "I have never come this much." She said moving so she was lying lengthwise on the bed. She moved the blanket to cover an area so he could lie beside her. Her hand went to her throat, feeling the sticky blood. "What got into you?" She asked softly. She didn't mind what he did. It was natural for them. She knew in all the years she had been with Dean she was searching for what she finally found in her brother. But Taylor also knew it was never going to happen again. She was going to have to admit it was time to maybe move on from her past and look for someone new to fill the void. Taylor had found a lover she could never keep. He would come back out, and...looking at her..."Is your throat ok?" He really didn't know what had come out in him...as he slipped up onto the bed next to her. "Really? I...I don't know." he would just shrug...as he would just chuckle softly. "I mean...not going to say I was in my right mind...after all...I'm nearly drunk and just fucked my sister...but just...guess a bit of anger still from Becky." He would look over at her. "Come on...let's get you cleaned up...I'm staying in your bed tonight since you just hosed mine down." He would push up...moving to pick up his boxers, than just tossing them to the side. He'd just fucked her...and it wasn't like they hadn't slept naked before...just not after what just happened...finishing the beer he had, he would set the bottle down and walk to her bed. Taylor stood slowly on still trembling thighs. She finished the beer setting the empty on his night stand before grabbing one of his pillows. She walked the short distance to her room. She pulled back the covers and slipped under, holding his pillow to her chest. She sighed hard, contented. Tony was one hell of a lover, and she would always treasure this one night, though she wouldn't speak of it again.