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Kathleen's Turning Point Ch. 01

By: Uncle Bert



It will always amaze me how a few words spoken in casual conversation can drastically change your life. I am still puzzling out the events that forged the chain of luck and circumstance that led my beautiful sister Kathleen into my arms. 

The world changed on a warm summer evening in rural New Hampshire, when Kathleen and I had a rare moment alone. My wife, Catherine, and I, Kathleen and her husband, Mark, and my brother, Fred, had converged on my mother's home for a weekend of drinking, barbecue, conversation and croquet. But on this Saturday afternoon, Mom was away in town for one of her many volunteer committees, Catherine was summoned to fill in for a colleague who had suddenly fallen ill (she's a reporter), and Mark and Fred had gone off fishing somewhere.

So, it was just the two of us, my sister and I, in wicker rocking chairs on the back porch, sipping bourbon and looking out over the placid pond as the sun sank slowly in the western sky, crickets and frogs filling the air with their music, a gentle sultry breeze blowing through the pines, oaks and maples.

Kathleen wore a pale blue sleeveless pullover blouse, denim shorts and sandals, her feet up on the rail. Happily, she was in my natural line of sight, and I let my gaze wander over every pleasing inch of that lean and lovely 28-year-old body, made taut by a daily morning swim, imagining us together in my old bedroom, those legs parting ever so slightly as my lips and tongue explored that bountiful and generous cleavage, the curving breasts that I imagined would overflow my palms should I ever get my hands on them ... her long, tawny legs, flat, smooth belly ... The bourbon in her glass nicely complemented her dark, sharp eyes and set off her thin red lips. Her thick mahogany hair was pulled back and held in place with a simple brass barrette; when she let it loose, it fell gentle and free about halfway down her back. 

An agreeably lustful glow spread across my loins and I quietly became erect. Kathleen finished her drink, poured another.

"Albert," she said.

Must be serious, I thought. Usually she calls me Al.

"Nobody's going to be back for a while, right?"

I shook my head and lied, "I was just thinking about firing up the grill for dinner, just the two of us."

Kathleen turned her rocker to face me, having difficulty forming words, leaning forward as if someone could overhear. I patiently sipped my drink, my curiosity as well as my cock aroused.

"There's almost nobody else I can ask about this, but I don't want you to think I'm weird or some kind of sicko," she said. "You promise?"

"Of course."

"It's about Mark. I-- I--" She took a deep draught of her liquor, draining half the glass. "Oh, hell. What do men like from a woman in bed?"

Absurdly, my first thought was relief that she didn't want a loan, so stunned was I by the question. "Generally, free access," I said.

"Don't joke," she replied. "This is serious. I think Mark is seeing another woman. I need to know what to do to keep him. I have to be able to compete. I have to save my marriage."

"Kathy, I don't understand. Isn't your sex life satisfactory?"

"Perfunctory is more like it." She paused to sip some more liquor. "Oh, I shouldn't be talking about this! Not to you!"

The thought of helping my beauteous sister with a sexual problem put my dick into overdrive and had I stood up right then she would have seen a gigantic tennis ball in my pants, inches from her face. The image of pushing the knob of my cockhead between her slurping lips filled my head. I wanted to bury my hands in her thick chestnut hair and ever so gently show her the right way to give head. To conceal my hard-on, I scooted my chair around and leaned forward, taking her hands in mine.

"You said perfunctory," I said softly. "Does that mean your lovemaking isn't creative and exciting anymore?"

She nodded. "I need something new. I need to know what men like in bed so I can give it to Mark and keep my marriage together."

"Tell me what you do with him now. Tell me why your marriage is in trouble over this."

At that she balked and refilled her glass. We drank quietly for a moment, she more than me -- the alcohol was burning in my head, and an evil part of me was plotting how to best take advantage of this situation. Besides, I never liked that son of a bitch to begin with.

Kathleen spoke for about ten minutes, her voice low and halting. Essentially, the two of them went through the same motions every time when they went to bed. He'd usually make the first move, they'd kiss and caress for a few minutes, grind their way to orgasm, and then fall asleep. But even that had fallen off lately, and Mark had been showing all the usual indicators of adultery -- a sudden interest in exercise and weight loss, better taste in clothes, nights out late, clearing his computer screen whenever Kathleen walked into the den, and just a hint of strange perfume lingering on his collars.

"Your wife says you're a tiger in bed," she said, "and you've been married longer than I have. What's your secret? How do you keep it fresh?"

"Well, this is going to sound a little funny, but ..." I tried to tell her, but it came out sounding like some sort of alien sex-ed video. How do you talk to your little sister about the secret to great sex? I saw disappointment form in her deep, dark brown eyes, and I couldn't have that. Finishing my glass, I said, "It's too hard to explain, Kathy. I know you're going to hate me, but the only way I can help is to show you."

Kathy's face went blank with shock.

"I can't believe you said that," she said. "For real?"

"Maybe you'd be better off seeing a sex therapist," I said. "Talk to someone dispassionate about this."

"But passion is what I need!" she snapped, her ferocity surprising both of us.

She glanced at her watch; we both knew we had at least two hours before anyone came back to the house.

"If you promise not to tell anybody, ever," she said, "I'd like you to show me just a couple of tricks. Okay?"

Now it was my turn to be shocked. I nodded, disbelief, I'm sure, all over my face.

"Let's go to the guest room," she whispered.

I rose, a little unsteadily. Kathleen's eyes widened a little at the thick bulge in my jeans, but she didn't say anything. I tried to take her hand, but she batted it away. We made our way upstairs to the guest room, which was at the far end of the hallway, near the bathroom. As teenagers, we both took our dates in there because it was out of earshot of the rest of the house and had a communicating door to the bathroom.

The door closed softly, and I was alone in a bedchamber with my beautiful younger sister. We stared at each other for a moment.

"Just this one time," she said resolutely. "And you don't ever breathe a word to anybody."

"I promise." I took her in my arms and prepared to kiss her, but she stopped me.

"I can't," she said. "That would be too weird."

"This is new territory for me, too, Kathy," I said. "Let's get undressed."

"Just you," she said. "And remember I'm not doing this for you, but for Mark."

"Got it. All right, then here's your first lesson," I said. "You need to do this. It's much more exciting and creates a greater sense of intimacy if you undress each other. Especially if you take your sweet time about it."

Kathy swallowed slowly, and then her trembling hands found their way to my shirt. Were Catherine doing this, I would be kissing her forehead lightly and blowing gently in her ear. Now, I didn't know what to do with my hands. As Kathy slowly fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, I settled on caressing her back with my fingertips in the lightest touch I could manage.

"That feels nice," she said.

I found the barrette and unclasped it, allowing Kathy's hair to cascade around her shoulders and properly frame her deep dark eyes, which were now focused on my last shirt button. My fingers trailed down to the swell of her ass, where I gently cupped her cheeks and pulled her a little bit closer to me, just shy of an embrace, but close enough for her to feel the fierce heat radiating from my dick. My shirt fell to the floor; Kathleen looked up into my face as she felt her way hesitantly around my belt buckle and then stopped.

"Al," she said. "I-- I-- Help me, Al."

I traced my way up to the small of her back and dipped a finger down the gap of her shorts, finding the top swell of her ass. Kathy gasped and stopped for a second, but, swallowing nervously she persevered and managed to get my belt open.

"That's a good girl," I said drawing closer still and kissing her forehead.

Kathy popped the button on my jeans and hesitated. I guided her wrist to the zipper, knowing this would be the moment of truth. If it were going to stop, it was going to stop now.

"I can't believe I'm doing this with my brother," said my little sister as the zipper parted. My jeans fell to the floor, and then she tugged on my briefs, freeing my painful, purple and cramped cock at last. It almost slapped her in the chin when it snapped free. Sweet relief!

"Oh, my," she said when it sprang into view. "It's so ... long."

Only then did I notice her florid complexion and grasp how hard the bourbon must be hitting her. My cock mesmerized Kathy as it bobbed a little and changed color to its more normal red. She realized at that moment, I think, that no man had ever desired her more. 

"It's never been harder," I said, truthfully, stepping out of my clothes and leading my sister to the bed, laying her down and joining her. I formed her tender tan fingers around my insistent erection and bade her explore my body with her fingers, her teeth, her tongue.

"Like this?" she asked, lightly kissing a tiny spot on my left shoulder.

"A little more aggressively," I said, "and with a little more purpose." I flexed my cock, hot and throbbing in her loose fingers. "You should be-- be beati-- jacking my cock while you do this."

Kathy began stroking my cock slowly and loosely, skimming my hot red length, closing her fingers a little more and letting her palm rub and stimulate my stalk. At the same time, I felt her tongue licking slowly down my torso. When she started to lick my nipples, I cried out in shock and pleasure.

"Do you like that?" she said softly, a pleased smile growing on her face in the knowledge that right now, I was absolutely in her power.

"Kathy, that's ... wonderful!"

"Am I better than your wife?"

"Just keep going, honey! Keep going!"

While Kathy was busy with me, I did not lay idle. I slid my free right hand under her blouse, knowing she would not stop me now. My fingers made their way slowly and gently to her bra; I danced around the region of the clasp, matching her rhythm as she worked her magic.

Kathy jacked me off a little faster as her lips made their way past my chest, along by belly (where she gave the inside of my navel an electric flick of her tongue), her lovely dark head stopping just shy of my cockhead.

Kathy glanced upward for my approval. By now I was in foreplay heaven, a silly grin beaming from my face. I smoothly popped the clasp on her bra and smiled with encouragement.

My sister let go of my dick and rose to her knees, grasping the hem of her blouse and removing it in one swift gesture, revealing her magnificent upper body. She gathered her hair in her hands and let it fall suddenly free, letting it spill down her shoulders and lovely white chest.

Kathy's breasts were everything I ever imagined them to be -- broad, flat nipples the size of sand dollars that stood out just enough; they looked and felt like almonds.

"Do you like them?"

"Oh, Kathy," I sighed and gathered her into my arms. Now she straddled my lap, my bright red cock poking at me from her denim as if it were hers -- and believe me, right then my cock was hers, for anything she wanted to do with it.

I buried my face deep between her breasts and inhaled the sweetness. Kathy embraced me completely now, holding me close as I licked and nibbled the delectable melons she had placed before me. I ran a hand to the base of her neck and held her in place as I worked my way up, stopping at her neck for just a little nibble. Tremors of passion rippled through Kathleen's body and she started gasping.

It was then our eyes met again and I pressed her neck downward so that our lips could meet. No hesitation now; our lips melded together like two torrential tributaries joining a raging river. Kathy's tongue tasted mine first and now it was my turn to cry out in passion, breaking the kiss just long enough to murmur her name gently into her ears and to take her lips again.

Kathy lay next to me now, and I snapped the button on her denim shorts, the last obstacle. I parted the zipper quickly, but before removing the garments, I slid my fingers down into her panties, to the top of her furry pussy.

"Al! What are you doing?"

I'd been pleasing women long enough to know that the last thing a man should do in a situation like this was talk. I kissed my horny, panting sister again and explored her pussy, now as wet and damp as a jungle in July. I massaged her clit, causing her to break the kiss and snap her head back.

"Let it happen, Kathy!" I barked, frigging her little bud for all it was worth.

Her first orgasm hit. Kathy's face turned red and her eyes bugged out for a second, but then she let passion claim her. 

"Sweet Jesus!" she cried as she humped her pussy hard against my hand, then sliding her arms around my neck as the storm passed, showering my face with little kisses. As she lay back against the comforter and let her head sink into the pillow, I slipped her remaining clothes off her smooth tan legs and threw them to the floor. Parting her legs with my chin, I nestled my nose at her sweet, sweet pussy, and let my tongue explore the lips.

"Oh, my God! Al! I've never--"

I gently slipped a finger into her cuntal canal, then another. Now I was tonguing her clit and giving her a taste of what was to come (namely, me) with my fingers.

"Harder!" Kathy barked. "More!"

"Mmmmmm," I replied, humming into her snatch, legs clamping together around my neck as a reward. When my little sister came again, it was a gusher. I kept tonguing away until she was almost, but not quite, spent. That was when I slithered quickly up her body, stopping only long enough to nibble her nipples.

"Oh, Al, I--"

I stopped her with a kiss and slid my cock along her distended clit, keeping her orgasmic moment going. When our lips parted, Kathy looked down between us and found my cock with her fingers. She smeared the pre-come lube dripping from my dick all over the resolute and throbbing head and then popped it between her dripping pussy lips.

"Oh, Goddd," she moaned. "We-- we-- uh! Uh! Al, we're--"

"Say it, Kathy! What are we doing?"

Kathy stared down her body, her neck taut, her features contorted with passion as she gazed at my cock, flying now in and out of her sopping, tight pussy.

"Oh, God, Al," she gasped at last. "We're fucking! I'm fucking my brother!"

O rapture! O bliss! I slid in right to the hilt and lifted myself up off her a little to let her breathe and to give her a good view of the cock, her big brother's thick, red and very, very hard cock as it slithered in and out of her now demanding pussy.


"Oh, yes, baby!" cried Kathy. "That's it! That's it! You're an angel!"

I shoved all the way in and stopped for a second to give her breath a chance to slow down, and to savor the sensation of being inside my sweet sister. Kathy clenched her cunt around my throbbing rod and our eyes met. I kissed her, and started making love to her again.

Kathy started raining little kisses on my face and nibbling on my neck as I increased my pace. Then she began to catch my rhythm and undulated her hips to meet my thrusts, to get me in as deep as I could go.

A surge of hardness raced along my cock, as well as a burst of electric fire.

"You're going to come!" she cried. "I can feel it!"

"Darling! Can't hold out--"

"Let it go! Al! Give it all to me!" she gasped.

"Kathy!"

With that cry of my sister's name, I could restrain myself no longer. An extra thrill of elation ran along the rod I had jammed deep into my sister and my long-suffering balls, taut and painful, fired my sperm deep into my sister's eager womb.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" cried Kathy as I howled in incoherent ecstasy, jet after jet of scalding sperm filling my sister's drooling pussy and then some. Kathy came at least twice more as we crested together, and then our cries became soft murmurs of love as the moment passed at last.

Neither of us could speak as the lust wore off; we could only gaze into one another's eyes and share caresses. Eventually, I closed our lovemaking with a gentle, lingering kiss. Time suspended, we lay in each other's arms for indeterminable minutes, my mind floating ahead to many more encounters, to teaching her everything I knew about making love, and to exploring new avenues together in ways I never could with my wife.

Then Kathleen pulled away, keeping her back to me. She hunched over, her lovely tan back tense and forbidding.

"Kathy? Is something wrong?"

"My God," she whispered. "What's happening to me? What did I just do?"

"You've made me happier than I've ever been, Kathy."

I reached for her and started to stroke her hair, but she pulled away.

"We just did something evil!" she cried. "What was I thinking? What can I say to Mark? What will happen to my marriage now?"

"Nothing, provided you keep quiet about this," I told her as soothingly as I could. "Catherine will never know, I promise you. What happened here was beautiful, Kathy. The fulfillment of my darkest, secret, lifelong dream."

But now she was crying.

"This is all your fault," she said between sobs. "You promised--"

"No, Kathy," I interrupted. "We have to be honest here. I kept my promise. You assented to everything we did together."

Kathy stared mutely as the tears ran down her cheeks. Another milestone in our relationship; for the first time ever, conceding I was right and accepting responsibility.

"I know," she said. "I know," she whispered at last. "Don't you dare tell anyone, Al. Do you understand me?"

"Anything for you, darling." She winced at the endearment.

"What about your wife?"

"One reason I married her was so I could call someone 'Kathy' in bed and not get into trouble."

Now my beautiful sister started to sob, her shoulders shuddering with guilt. I tried to comfort her, but she pulled away from me and ran into the bathroom. I soon heard the shower running, and I knew she would be scrubbing her skin to redness, anything to hide the fact of our lovemaking and its enormous implications.

I set about straightening the guest room. Luckily, the window was open and the rich musky aroma we created together wafted slowly away in the summer breeze that blew in through the window. The closet had a comforter similar to the one already on the bed. I carefully remade the bed as it was when we found it, gathered up my clothes and went to the downstairs bathroom to clean up. I returned to my spot on the front porch, poured my sister a fresh bourbon, and waited.

Kathy eventually joined me and we sat together in silence, though every nerve in my body gnashed at me to talk it over. But I knew she needed to ponder things and calm down. I knew she needed time to get over this, and I also knew that much more was going on than she was willing to tell me. 

But the question now was, would my sweet, sexy sister ever speak to me again?

Kathleen's Turning Point Ch. 02



A week went by, and then another, and then a month with no word from Kathleen, and that made me very, very nervous.

It was completely unlike my sister to keep what we had done a secret. It was too dark, too rampant with repercussions to keep it to herself. Sooner or later, she'd have to talk about it to somebody, but to whom? 

I dared not call; having no idea how she really felt about that passionate evening, I didn't want to take the chance that she'd blow up at me, or, worse, rewrite it in her mind to make me look like a rapist. All through our childhood, Kathy managed to find a way to blame me whenever she got in trouble -- why should it be different now? Wondering if and when the affair would explode in my face drove me nearly to distraction, but I kept my promise to her; except for this journal, I haven't told a soul.

The memory of our fiery lovemaking kept playing over and over in my mind, fierce and white-hot as metal pounded relentlessly on the blacksmith's anvil. I found myself in a constant state of erection, and I took my wife, Catherine, to bed as often as she would let me. However, something had changed between us. Though I only pestered her a couple of times a week, which is normal for a couple in their mid-thirties, Catherine seemed reluctant and angry about something, and only agreed to my demands with reluctance. She didn't want to talk about it, and I dared not press.

But what if Catherine knew somehow about me and my sister? What if Kathleen had told her? What if my mother somehow put two and two together and ratted us out? But if any of this were the case, surely Catherine would say something -- we'd be headed for divorce court for sure. The "What if? What if? What if?" refrain bounced endlessly around in my mind.

To compensate for the growing distance between Catherine and myself, I did try to be a more responsive husband, prompted by a measure of guilt and shame at having betrayed her. Before that night with Kathleen, I had never cheated on Catherine, but the circumstances were, after all, extraordinary; how often does an opportunity like that come up? For all my endless fantasies, in my core I was certain it was a one-time event. 

The suspense ended abruptly yesterday with an angry phone call from Kathleen, who caught me at the office just before I was to go out on my morning rounds (I'm a salesman). 

"Al, how could you?!" she screamed, tears evident in her voice.

"What? How could I what?"

"You know goddamn well what!"

"No, I don't know what. Kathy, what are you talking about?"

Silence on the line; I could hear my sister trying to catch her breath. The cold hand of fear gripped my heart; we must have been found out.

"You-- you really don't know?"

"Kathy, this is completely out of the blue. What happened?"

"You'd better come over," she said. "This affects you, too."

I swallowed, though my throat suddenly went dry. Visions of prison filled my head. Whatever had happened, it was serious. I rescheduled my appointments and churned a couple of existing accounts so I could have something to show for the day, and left the office, fully erect despite my fear and panic, knowing deep in my heart that Kathleen and I would probably never make love again, that I would never again feel my sweet sister's hot and soft lips peppering my face with little kisses, hear those moans and sighs echoing in my ears as she squirmed with ardor underneath my pile-driving prick. Unable to take it, I went home to masturbate so I wouldn't embarrass Kathy by showing up with a hardon. 

Kathy and her husband Mark's apartment is in a renovated Victorian rooming house across town. They have a spacious two-bedroom decorated with considerable taste, with modern art prints and large natural landscape photos on the pastel blue walls, a thick, white shag rug covering the living room floor, and a minibar tucked away in the corner. The second bedroom serves as an office and a den, but there is a fold-down couch for overnight guests.

When the door opened, I felt a complete shock. Kathy's housekeeper apparently hadn't come that week; the place needed a thorough vacuuming, the coffee table was covered with unopened mail and magazines, and Kathy herself hadn't dressed that day; she greeted me barefoot in a baggy white T-shirt and grey sweatpants. At least her crying jag had ended, and she had taken the time to brush her hair, which was bound up in a fetching ponytail. Though her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks red and puffy from crying, Kathy was still the prettiest woman I knew.

She didn't hug me, just stood back from the door and waved me inside. I followed her to the kitchen, where hot coffee awaited us. I poured two cups and took a seat at the kitchen table.

"Well?" I asked. "Don't keep me hanging. I'm dying to know. What happened?"

In reply, Kathy went into the office and came out with a manila envelope, which was addressed to her in clumsy block lettering. I undid the clasp and a thick pile of glossy photographs spilled onto the kitchen table. They showed Kathy's husband Mark and my wife Catherine at an outdoor café in the next town over, holding hands, laughing and kissing. Other photos showed their cars at a motel, and the two of them coming out of one of the rooms, kissing before parting. The photos made it clear that they had done this on several occasions over a period of weeks, always picking different motels, taking care not to be noticed. But who was taking these photos?

Cold shock gripped my stomach as my mind buzzed with possibilities. How could I have missed this? From the look of the photos, the affair between my wife and brother had been going on for months; some of the motel pictures displayed dirty little piles of snow and bare trees that indicated they were taken in March, more than four months ago. 

"It's God's punishment for what we did," she said.

"Maybe we're God's punishment for what they did," I replied. "They started first."

"You and I have broken every law I can think of," said Kathy. "Al, I'm so ashamed. What were we thinking? What we did ... it was so wrong, so wrong. Don't you feel at all bad about it?"

I didn't reply; I felt pretty good about it, actually. Silence hung heavy in the air between us.

"So you really didn't know," Kathleen said, taking my hand in her long, slender fingers; the first sign of affection she'd shown for me since that night. Our hands kneaded themselves together as we both silently examined the evidence on the table. 

"We owe them," Kathleen said at last, her dark eyes beginning to flare. "We owe them big."

I rose and gathered my sister in my arms. She let her arms dangle at her sides, refusing to embrace me. I said nothing and gently stroked her temples and her back. I could almost hear her thinking, coolly calculating the costs of adultery -- and revenge. Though Kathy still kept her gaze from me, her arms snaked around my body at last and we swayed together,, her plentiful breasts crushed against me, dancing silently in the kitchen. I caressed her forehead with a light kiss; she hugged me tighter. Despite having gotten my rocks off once so this wouldn't happen, my prick began to stiffen. When she noticed, Kathleen laughed and looked up at me.

"It's so funny," she said. "The reason I took my problem to you was because every other guy I know would have tried to exploit it fuck me. But you're my brother. You weren't supposed to fuck me."

"I did suggest a therapist," I reminded her. "You could have said no."

Kathleen blushed.

"I was drunk, and you took advantage of it," she said. "I should hate you. But ... I have to tell you ... I wanted a peek at your cock ever since we were kids," she said. 

"All you ever had to do was ask."

"And I was upset with Mark. I just didn't think ..."

"I can't stop thinking about it," I replied. "Every detail of that night is seared into my memory forever. I'll be thinking about it the day I die. I love you, Kathy."

"Al ..."

Our lips mingled together, our tongues entwined in a sensual erotic dance. My prick roared fully to life and I pulled my sister in tight so she could feel its heat, its power, my desire. I slipped my hands under the elastic of her sweat pants and her panties, cupping her ass firmly, sliding a gentle finger along the crack. A shiver of delight ran up Kathy's body as I did this. 

"This is so evil," she said, but she didn't pull away. "What are we doing? This is crazy. We could spend so much time in jail. Al, maybe we--"

But I kissed her again, harder, and Kathy came alive in my arms, kissing back with hunger and ferocity, lost at last in the erotic power of the moment, spurred by her husband's betrayal and determined now to carry it through. The illicit nature of our incestuous encounter doubled our thrills, but we were also liberated by our spouses' perfidy. We had not sinned alone. 

As our tongues waltzed, I ran my hand along Kathy's slender and sensitive neck. I found the rubber band that bound her hair and snapped it in two with a powerful pinch of my fingernails. As her soft chestnut tresses tumbled free, Kathy ground her groin against mine, and I could feel her moist heat as I now ran my hands along her sides, cupping her breasts and giving them a firm squeeze. Even through the fabric, I could feel her nipples, stiff and firm, throbbing with need, wanting attention, wanting my attention. I slid my hands underneath her clothing and under her bra, to her surprise. My fingers were poised to pop the clasp and I was about to remove all her upper clothing, but she stopped me. Taking my hand, she led me to the bedroom and closed the door. Still a little nervous, she slowly removed her four garments, the T-shirt, the sweats, the panties and her bra, the image of her round and gorgeous orbs alive in my palms, renewed in my memory. 

I couldn't get naked fast enough, and once we were we dropped as one onto the unmade sheets. At first we clenched together tightly and ground our bodies together, and I thought we were going to get right to it, but when we broke our kiss she pushed me onto my back with the gentle flat of her hand.

"I want to do this right, big brother," she said, stroking my cock with skilled and confident fingers. "You just lie there and let me do the work, okay?"

"Anything, dearest."

My sister beamed at me and started kissing and nibbling her way down my torso. Unable to just lie there, I caressed her back, palmed her breast, teased the nipple with my fingers, to be rewarded with sharp cries of pleasure. All the time her slender, tawny fingers worked my dick with subtlety and dexterity. Her flowing dark brown hair tingled along my body, dancing everywhere, and then Kathy grasped my dick firmly and poked it straight up in the air.

"Do you like blowjobs, Al?" she asked.

"Catherine won't do it," I wheezed.

"Mark thinks it's distasteful," my sister said as she stroked my dick and flicked her tongue across the head. "What do you think, big brother?"

"Oh, go for it, Sis," I mumbled. "Please!"

"Ah, the magic word," she replied, her eyes a-twinkle.

Now Kathy covered my hard, red, pulsating prick with lots of little light kisses, all the while rubbing and stroking it. She was driving me crazy and she knew it. Had I not already beaten off earlier, by now I would be spewing sperm all over her face. But instead I watched, mesmerized, as my beautiful little sister parted her soft lips and poked out her pink tongue, licking the lube from my drooling dick as if it were a melting ice cream cone. Casting me a licentious glance, she lowered her head over me, inching down slowly, slowly, taking in about five of my seven inches before she slurped her way off.

"I can't get it all," she said. "Do you forgive me?"

"Right now I'd forgive you running my dog over!" I cried. "Stop the torture, Kathy!"

She laughed saucily and began to blow me in earnest, her lips and tongue working magic on the upper part of my stalk, while one hand teased the base and the other tickled and caressed my balls.

"Jesus Christ, Kathy!" I cried. "Don't stop!"

She didn't. Faster and faster her head flew and harder and harder she sucked. Her fine dark hair bounced around her shoulders and tickled my groin, her nearest tit hot in my palm and dancing madly to her body's rhythm.

"I can't hold out!" I cried.

Kathy stopped long enough to look up at me and say, "It's okay, Al. Let me have it!"

"Uh! Uh! Coming in your mouth!"

With that she dropped her head over my cock again and gasped a little in surprise as my dick hardened and expanded as she sucked. It was then that my balls finally gave way, discharging gob after gob of hot, salty semen into my sister's gurgling mouth.

"That's it!" I cried. "That's it, baby!"

Kathy took it all, slurping down my come like so much syrup. When my eruption died down at last, she licked me clean and nibbled her way back up my torso, ending the episode with a lingering kiss and nestling in my arms.

"Did you like that?" she asked after a few minutes of cuddling.

I laughed. "What do you think? Kathy, that was beyond amazing, that went beyond every fantasy I've ever had about you."

"I used to think about you, too," she said. "You were the oldest. You led the way. I thought the way you behaved with girls was the way girls were supposed to behave."

"Thank God I dated depraved, sex-starved sluts."

After a laugh, Kathy kissed me and lay silent for a moment.

"Al, what happens to us now?"

For the next half hour, we talked with unfettered honesty for the first time in our lives, she and I. Now that the barriers of love and lust had been broken, it freed us to just be ourselves and confide completely in one another without fear of petty reprisals down the road. We talked about divorcing our spouses, which someone clearly wanted to have happen; we talked about our own relationship and where it might lead; we talked about the fact that never again would we be a normal brother and sister, but that maybe this was better, because as lovers, we could be so much more.

"This really is dangerous," Kathy said at last. "Consent doesn't matter. We could get seven years."

"I can't give this up now, darling, and neither can you," I said. "Even if this wasn't the most amazing sex I've ever had, I have fallen in love with you, and I think you're falling in love with me, too. The only way we can stop now is not to see each other again, and that would kill me."

"No one understands me the way you do," she replied. "I see that now. There's a way it can work. There must be."

"We might never be able to see the rest of the family again," I told her. "You do realize that, right?"

But now Kathy shifted her body so that I could probe her pussy with my hand. Of course; she was not yet satisfied. She threw one of her long and lovely legs over mine to allow me a little room to play with her and, her dark eyes glinting, she kissed me as her free hand curled around my warm and flat cock, teasing it back to hardness. I slipped my middle finger inside her now-sopping cunt and rubbed the labia with the palm of my hand as I finger-fucked her.

"Oh, Al, nobody's done that to me before," she purred.

I only smiled as my cock grew, because now I could take my sweet time with my horny little sister. Having come twice, my only urgent need was to see her satisfied.

Now Kathy slithered on top of me, bringing her swinging breasts to my face. I gathered them together and began to kiss and lick and bite while she writhed on top of me and moaned and giggled and sighed. When my cock was fully hard again, she grasped it firmly in both hands, stood it straight up in the air, and carefully lowered her body over it.

"Oh, Kathy," I sighed.

The iron fist slid into the moist velvet glove. Exhilaration filled my soul, electricity crackled through my body, from my scalp to the tips of my toes. I resisted the urge to thrust suddenly upward as, slowly, slowly, my sister descended, letting my cock fill her, thrill her, own her. 

"God, Al!" she cried when our groins met. "You're so hard!"

"It's for you," I breathed. "Only for you, only for Kathy, my sister, my darling, my love!"

Once I filled her completely, our pubic hair ground together for a few moments, and then Kathy leaned forward, her breasts dangling over my chest, her soft hair dancing on my shoulders as I thrust up into her with urgency and desire.

"Kiss me, big brother."

I balanced on my elbows and complied, our lips and tongue in a tango as I slid my stiff and meaty cock into my sister's snatch, drawing the sensation out, knowing it would be quite a few minutes before I could come again. Both Kathy and I stared down the length of our torsos to watch, brother's cock slamming over and over again into sister's cunt. 

"Sweet little sister," I sighed.

"I love you, Al," she cooed. "Give me everything you've got."

"Everything I've got is always for you," I said.

The joints in my hips began to hurt a little as I pounded upward, over and over again, into my gasping little sister. I brought my thumb to her clitoris and began to frig it as I fucked her, a little surprise of technique that she hadn't been expecting.

"Oh, Al!" she cried as her head snapped back and her face took on the contortions of a woman in orgasm. I frigged her clit harder, making her gush over and over again, and then I let go so she could slump forward and kiss me.

"Big brother, if you're going to come, you'd better do it soon," she whispered. "I'm getting a little sore down there."

I sat straight up and enfolded her in my arms, kissed her again and gave her one last heavy thrust, leaving my cock deep in her womb and blasted away, panting and groaning, giving her my last hot drops of sperm. Another orgasm shuddered through my sister's body, slick now with passion's perspiration. We held each other tightly as we came and when it subsided we kissed at length as our bodies slowly and reluctantly disentangled. The last time we had done this, Kathy was ashamed and believed we had made a monstrous mistake. Now, she was sated and content.

"Does it get any better than this?" she asked.

"We'll find out next time," I said. "And there will be a next time now, won't there, Kathy?"

"Anything you say, baby," she said. "Anything you say. I'd better wash these sheets."



Kathleen's Turning Point Ch. 03



My sister and I shared a few torrid trysts after we discovered our spouses' mutual infidelity, and I found myself making plans as our divorces progressed. The first thing I did after separating from my wife was to rent a two-bedroom upstairs apartment near Kathleen's neighborhood in order to make it easier for her to visit and, once the paperwork was final, have her move in. The notion that the world would see us living chastely as a normal brother and sister while we were actually fucking like crazed wild animals struck me as terribly erotic, and I couldn't wait to get started.

But Kathleen's ardor cooled. The divorce from Mark had hit some legal snags, there were property issues, and our affair only magnified her immense emotional turmoil. Kathy told me she might lose everything if our relationship came out while her divorce was in the courts, and that she needed some time alone to sort things out. I understood; my wife Catherine and I had been together for years, and we had our own personal agonies to consider. Catherine even offered to reconcile, but I was far beyond considering that. I knew what I wanted. But I backed off and didn't see my sister for about six weeks, figuring in the end she'd come around.

One sunny Saturday September morning, however, Kathleen caught me off-guard and arrived unannounced at my apartment, her little hatchback crammed with boxes, suitcases and possessions. I was in the midst of cleaning the place, and wore only in a white T-shirt and grey sweatpants. Kathleen, for her part, wore tight blue jeans, espadrilles without socks, and a black sleeveless turtleneck that gave the effect of a sinuous silhouette, her fine dark brown hair pinned so that it fell prettily around her lovely oval face and spilled onto her shoulders. My sister looked ravishing, and I wanted to ravish her.

"Kathy, I'm confused," I said as I swung the door open. "Are you taking a trip?"

"More than that, Al," she replied, a rasp in her voice. Dropping her purse on the sofa, she said, "I'm moving to Europe. I'm can't tell you where. My plane leaves soon."

"But-- Kathy, why?" I tried to embrace her, but she stepped back.

"I can't take it any more, Al," she said, staying out of my reach. "The divorce, our relationship, everything's going wrong and it's driving me crazy. I have to get away, and especially I have to get away from you."

"Don't you love me, Kathy? Must you hurt me this way?"

"Don't make this about you. I do love you, but that's not the point. How much we love each other doesn't matter in the eyes of society. We'd be ostracized by everyone if we were ever found out. We can't be lovers anymore. It's just not safe. Goodbye, Al."

With that, she turned and walked out, stunning me. A hole growing in my heart, I walked over to the window, tears forming in my eyes, ready to watch her go. Kathy's slender tan fingers pulled on her car's door handle and -- it stuck. A smile played on my lips despite myself, watching my sister struggle with the door and then realize she had left her purse and car keys in my apartment.

As Kathleen came back up the stairs, I took a peek at her plane ticket. Takeoff was set for 7 o'clock from Bradley International Airport (why not Manchester? I wondered), about two hours' drive away, and it was only about 10:30 in the morning now. Yet she had told me her plane was leaving soon. A thought occurred to me, but I heard three quick knocks in rapid succession and I swung the door open, the purse dangling just out of her reach.

"Not funny, Al."

"Can't I at least have a hug?"

"Al, please!"

But tormenting younger sisters is an older brother's prerogative, and with a laugh I stepped back. Kathy came in and closed the door. I let her get close enough to gain the purse and, like a Venus fly trap, enfolded her in my arms.

"This isn't so bad, is it?" I asked, holding her tight, letting the purse slide out of my fingers onto the floor, letting my lovely sister feel the erection swelling under my sweats. Kathy pushed me back, her face bright with surprise and fury, but I caught her wrist and held it gently so she couldn't pull completely away.

"If you're really leaving ..." I said.

Kathy hesitated for a moment. I held my breath and waited.

"Oh, I knew this would happen," she replied, looking into my face, but not pulling away. "Please, Al, we can't, we really can--"

I pulled her into my arms and silenced her with a light kiss. We gazed at each other for a moment, emotions battling in her deep dark eyes, her resistance beginning to fade. To help her along, I lowered my teeth, nibbled the long nape of her neck, and a heavenly sigh betrayed her true feelings. 

"God, you're so evil," she said, but her lips parted to let my tongue tango with hers as I held her head in place with one hand while the other traced the outline of her cantaloupe-round breasts under the tight black turtleneck. I let Kathleen go as we kissed and eased my sweats down, freeing my thumping, turgid cock.

My sexy sister ran a single sharp fingernail along its length, then she worked it into the eye for a second, startling me. We kissed again while she slowly and skillfully massaged my cock and I gently cupped her breasts.

"I swore this wasn't going to happen again," Kathy said, but a playful, sexy smile spread across her face and she started to sink, little by little, to her knees; as she did so, I peeled her turtleneck up over her slender torso and tossed it aside. On her knees before me, her sensuous lips just a couple of inches away, Kathy started to caress my cock in deliberate, teasing strokes while I leaned forward a little to pop the clasp on her bra. She gave a little shrug and it fell to the floor, her marvelous globes swinging free as she stopped for a minute to let me look.

"That's it, sweet sis," I sighed. "I love you."

Kathy rolled an eye upward and gave her tits a little jiggle, but said nothing. I removed my shirt and kicked the sweats away, allowing Kathy full freedom to do with my body as she liked. 

"Big brother likes this, doesn't he?" she said to my prick as she caressed it. "Well, I know what else he likes."

With that, she bent my prick to her lips, and my gaze fixed on the top of her head as her mouth slowly took my cock in, all the way down this time, for the first time. It took her a minute to adjust, and then she began to work it with all her throat muscles and tongue, giving me a full treatment, even as she tickled my tight testicles with her delicate, sharp fingernails. Then she started humming, an unexpected, startling thrill that electrified every nerve in my dick and I snapped my head back, crying, "Jesus, Kathy!"

"Mmmph!"

After a minute or two she began to let my dick slide from her talented throat, and when it was about halfway out she bobbed her head in earnest, her tongue working around my slick, saliva-soaked shaft, her other hand skimming the rest of my dick, getting ready to take the hefty globs of sperm I now was ready to blast into her gullet.

"Oh, Jesus!" I cried. "Oh, my God! Gorgeous little sister!"

My balls tightened and my cock surged to maximum stiffness as my balls let loose in an orgasmic cannonade. Kathy slurped and gulped as jet after jet of hot, salty semen splashed across her tongue and which she swallowed with enthusiasm. She sucked a little longer after I finished, and at last she allowed my shrinking stem to slide from her lips, licking it clean. Looking up at me, she asked, "Are you happy, big brother?"

"You know I am. I love you, Kathy."

"I love you, too."

I pulled her to her feet and enveloped her in my arms, kissing her again with passion and power, my cock already coming back to life. Taking Kathy's hand, I led her to my bedroom and removed the rest of her clothing, her sharp white teeth nipping my shoulders as I did so. I took a moment to look at her as I had never done before, to etch every detail -- the wild chestnut hair, her flashing, fiery dark eyes, the elegant symmetry of her face, the abundant round breasts that rolled in my hands as I ran my thumbs over her cherry-pit nipples, her slender waist and shapely long legs.

"I never want to forget this moment, Kathy."

"Come on, Al," she said, pulling the covers back and, taking my dick in her hand as if it were a handle, pulled me into bed.

Sunlight streamed through the translucent curtains behind Kathleen, bathing the room in a tender yellow glow and giving her a soft aura. We did not commence making love right away; Kathy caressed my cock with light, gentle strokes as I ran my hands along her golden thighs and caressed her breasts. We gazed at each other for what seemed the longest time, engraving the moment on our memories forever.

"This really is going to be the last time, big brother," she whispered softly.

"I know."

With that, I brought our lips together and our bodies entwined. We pulled our faces only a little bit apart and let our tongues play together as my fingers parted Kathy's nether lips and found her distended and quivering clit. Easing my loving and lustful sister onto her back, I masturbated her with all the skill at my command while I dipped my teeth and moist tongue to Kathy's hard, distended nipples.

"Jesus, Al! Keep doing that! Uh! Uh! Uh!"

Now Kathy's hips began to churn as my finger frigged away. I dipped another finger right into her steaming, drooling snatch and worked them together, leaning back now to watch her red face, twisted with passion, as she watched my hand bring her to climax.

"Jesus!" Kathy cried, her arms ensnaring me and jamming my face to her tits as she bounced and flopped and humped on my hand. I bit down on a nipple, which triggered another orgasm, and brought her to a third before, panting, we both fell back on the pillows.

We nestled in each other's arms for a few moments, not saying anything. Kathy edged closer to me, peppering my neck and face with little light kisses. She reached for my cock, teased and played with it for a couple of minutes, and then moved onto her back again, pulling me between her parted thighs. With ease and familiarity she guided me in, sighing with bliss as my hard, red cockhead slipped smoothly into her dewy, dripping cunt.

"Ohhhh, big brother," she hissed as I slid all the way down and deep into her hot, tight little snatch, resting my taut balls against the swell of her ass. I began undulating my hips slowly as she gazed deeply into my eyes, her palms running along my sides and all over my hard-muscled back. 

Again, her delicate little kisses danced across my face and she whispered, "I don't ever want to forget this."

"Kathy, I--"

But she brought her lips to mine and kissed me hard as I speeded up my strokes, and then she fell back, abandoning total control to me, giving me full freedom to fuck her as hard as I wished any way I wished, and I did, holding my body up so she could see my cock pounding into her thrashing body.

"Al! Coming! Com-- oh, my!" Kathy cried, her head hammering the pillow, her hair flying around her face like a tornado kicking up dust. Kathy's hips slammed upward to meet mine as my raging cock battered her clutching cunt.

Unable to hold out any longer, I rammed my rock-hard dick as deep into my sister as I could.

"Kathy!" I cried. "Kathy!"

"Now, Al! Deep as you can!"

With a sharp cry of victory, Kathy surprised me again by clenching her cunt muscles tight around my cock, trapping me firmly in place. My eyes jammed shut as hot wads of goo spilled from my rampaging balls and down, down deep into Kathy's womb. When I opened them, I saw her staring down at our bodies as they intertwined for what we were both sure was the last time. I gave her one last blast, shuddered and then pulled her as tightly to me as I could, ground my mouth to hers, letting our passionate sighs slowly return to regular breathing before I let her go.

"Wow," she said. "That was one for the books."

"It doesn't have to be this way," I said. "You know there's room here for you. All we have to do is bring your things up and cancel the flight. Don't go, Kathy. Don't leave me. Please."

But Kathy shook her head and said, "My mind's made up. I have to do this. I have to get away to straighten things out."

Then out of the blue she pinched me, just the way she did whenever she was mad at me when we were kids.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"For seducing me again, you pig. I told you I had a plane to catch."

"Yeah, but I took a look at the ticket and your plane's not until seven. So I have to think that just maybe you allowed a little time just in case."

"God, you're such an egotist."

"And your 'accidentally' leaving your purse behind so I'd know?" 

Kathy smiled shyly.

"I know you, honey," I continued. "You like to arrange things, and this way what happened isn't your fault. You know you wanted this as much as I did. And you still do."

"I didn't decide to give in until the very last minute," Kathy said after a moment. "And God knows it wasn't easy to come to this decision. I love you, Al, and the sex is amazing, but a relationship has to be more than that. What if I get pregnant? What would we say?"

I admitted I hadn't given the matter a lot of thought; I figured it would just be the two of us, alone, to the end.

"You see? It's more complicated than that, and if I get married again, I'm certainly not cheating on my husband, even with you."

"But?"

"I've felt closer and more free to be myself with you than with anyone in my life. Why do you have to be my brother?"

"Then let me come with you, Kathy. Nobody knows who we are in Europe. We can live openly as man and wife and nobody would ever know."

Sadly, slowly, Kathy shook her head.

"No, darling,:" she said. "You know that's not possible. I have to put my life here behind me. Anyway, it's not as if leaving Nashua is any great loss."

"And what about me? What do I do?"

Kathy rolled my limp cock in her palm and kissed me.

"Play with this," she said, "and remember to always think of me."



Kathleen's Turning Point Ch. 04



Our naked bodies are slick with soap and water as steam from the shower rises around us. My palms are flat against the shower stall and hot needles of water are stinging my face as my sister Kathleen moves in close behind me, flattening her perfect large round breasts against my back. Her palms soap my chest, stimulating my nipples, reinforcing my already strong erection. Her face flat against my back, Kathleen's smooth, well-soaped fingers find their way downward to my hard, wet and now familiar dick. Her right hand encircles it and moves gently, slowly up and down its unbending length, creating a bubbly foam and making it very, very slick; it should slide deep and smooth into Kathy's snatch. Her ministrations are bringing me to the point of orgasm. I push back from the wall in time and turn to face her. 

Kathy's eyes are full of laughter and mischief as it is her turn to lean back against the stall's shining white tiles. We embrace as tightly as we can, enmeshed in a deep, soulful kiss and grinding our bodies tightly together, covering each other with soap, lather and bubbles.

I have never been happier.

* * *

Kathy's departure left me stunned at first, and then I was despondent for weeks. As an act of desperation, I even tried to reconcile with my wife, but it was no use; my sister's face haunted every kiss, and I simply could not match the intensity of the passion we shared with anyone else.

Images of Kathleen's lean and luscious body thrashing with orgasm in the arms of another man also tormented me. I couldn't imagine someone so lovely and alluring remaining unattached for long. More than anything else, I did not want to fade in her memory, our luminous and white-hot affair shrinking away to become just a sordid and never to be discussed chapter in her life. On the good nights, I would relive our times together, of playfully persuading her out of her clothes, of her teeth taking little nibbles out of my neck as our bodies moved together in perfect unison on my bed, her face contorted in passion as she looked down the length of our torsos to watch my incest-stiffened cock impale her over and over again. I would invariably have to change the sheets after those dreams.

But more often I would dream of watching her from outside a bedroom window on a cold dark night as she murmured endearments to a stranger whose back was always to me, but who fucked into my sister with force and fury. In these dreams she would sometimes glance out the window and see me there forlorn, glare for a second, and fuck her stranger all the harder. My pillow would be damp with tears after those dreams, and I had them often.

Catherine and I went through the slow trudge of uncontested divorce. Not having children, all we had to do was settle property, rather easily done once we decided to sell our house and split the proceeds. The final hearing took all of ten minutes; one tap of the gavel and it was done, the only good thing coming from it being that each of us was about $75,000 richer. We managed one final, joyless embrace in the hallway, and then my wife walked down the hallway through double doors and never looked back. Fifteen years of marriage gone, as ephemeral as a dissipating cloud.

I collapsed into one of the chairs in the waiting area, never feeling more alone and abandoned in my life; I had once loved her, after all, and it was her affair, not mine (did she even know about mine?) that brought us to this. An afternoon at the bar seemed in order, but then I spotted the lawyer representing Kathleen's husband in their divorce, talking to someone in the hallway. In a sudden flash I realized something: no matter where Kathleen had disappeared to, her divorce was taking place in this New Hampshire jurisdiction, and that meant a case file, and in that case file would be a current address.

My heart lifted, and I raced to the clerk's office and sure enough there it was. My face clouded a little when I realized she had not moved to Europe as she had told me; she was across the state in, of all places, Grafton County.

You lying little bitch, I thought, but with a smile. An afternoon at the bar was still in order, but now I had to think. For once, I was completely at liberty: unburdened by a wife, possessed of a fair amount of money, and having a lot of vacation time built up. Three scotches later, I had a plan.

I rented a motel room in the town where Kathleen settled, parked outside her building and waited. My sister seemed to have done well out of her divorce, too. She lived in on the third floor of a brown brick 19th-century warehouse that had been converted to apartments in one of the towns near Dartmouth College. No more $400-a-month walkups for this girl, I thought. From the street, it looked like a spacious two-bedroom, overlooking the town on the south and the mountains to the east.

It being a Friday deep into autumn, my hopes were dependent on Kathy coming straight home after a long week at work and not having made plans with the mysterious and evil stranger who haunted my nightmares. Five o'clock went by, then six, then seven. By seven-thirty night had fallen, the temperature had dropped to the mid-thirties and the wind started to pick up; not only was my car getting cold, but my breath was frosting the windows. I was ready to give up, but then I spotted a familiar pine green Volvo with a much-missed silhouette at the wheel, turning off the street into the parking garage in the warehouse's basement.

My heart leapt when I recognized my sister's lovely, longed-for face, her dark hair pulled back into a bun -- blood rose to my cheeks and my heartbeat climbed a bit as I wondered what I would say to her, terrified as to what she might do. Part of me wanted to just pull out into the street and maybe make a phone call, but I suppressed that part and crossed the street, hoping I could make it to Kathleen's door in time.

Up the stairs I went, two at a time, racing the elevator to the third floor. It stopped at the second floor as I rushed through the corridor door, and marched down the hallway to No. 33. The gentle ding! of the elevator now, and I heard my sweet sister's voice for the first time in what seemed like a decade as she muttered and struggled with the little wire contraption that contained her groceries.

I stepped up behind her and muttered, "Would you like some help with that?"

"Oh, thanks, that'd be-- Oh my God!"

A full range of emotion -- shock, surprise, disbelief, love -- crossed her face, and then she checked herself and tried to fake disappointment and anger, but I was not fooled.

"How did you find me?" she asked with a forced frown.

"Diligent detective work, darling." I tried what I hoped was a winning smile. "If you really wanted to go to Europe, you should have taken a right turn at Greenland."

Despite herself, Kathy smiled. I tried to take her in my arms, but she resisted.

"Al, you know we can't. Don't you remember why I moved? I can't get started with you again."

"Kathy, do we have to discuss this in the hallway?"

She shrugged and, to my surprise, she gave me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, taking care to avoid the magic wand beginning to swell under my zipper.

"That's all you get," she said as she opened the door to her apartment wide to let me haul the groceries in. I took a peek inside the plastic bags: Italian bread, marinara sauce, assorted vegetables, a couple of eggplant, two large bottles of red wine, and some hamburger.

The apartment reflected Kathy's flair for interior design. A huge mirror took up the western wall, which gave the illusion of size and would also increase the light and heat when the sun rose in the morning. On the other walls were some of the more tasteful prints and photos from her previous abode, and she had also added some tall plants. She'd also bought some new modern furniture, and lit the room with tall, subdued black floor lamps. A bare brick fireplace took up the northern wall.

But one small gold-framed photo in particular caught my eye; she'd placed it far back on the mantel so no one would notice it easily. We'd had it taken at the height of our affair, when we ducked into Massachusetts for a day of shopping and spotted a photographer set up near the food court. We were happy and laughing, the perfect couple. My heart lifted when I saw it; perhaps she truly missed me after all.

Kathleen took my jacket and removed her thick beige winter coat. Underneath, she wore a tight black sweater that conformed snugly to the curves of her body, outlining her spherical breasts and slender waist. She wore tight blue jeans that rounded the rest of her, and around her neck she wore a pretty blue paisley scarf.

I helped her put the groceries away, found a corkscrew, and opened one of the bottles of wine. She sat me at a distance, across the coffee table on a small armless padded brown leatherette chair while she curled up on the sofa. We sat and looked at each other for a few minutes, sipping our wine, neither daring to chance saying the wrong thing.

Finally, I said, "Kathy, I've missed you so much it hurts."

"I know, Al. I know."

"And you've missed me."

"We've gone over all this. You're my brother. You know we can't have that kind of relationship."

"What's stopping us? We aren't married anymore, no one knows us here. We used to make plans, Kathy."

My sister drank deeply and shook her head.

"I came here to do build a new life away from everything I used to know, and you can't be a part of it. I'm sorry. My mind's made up." With a slight quiver in her hand, she downed half her glass. 

I rose to get the bottle from the kitchen, which was behind the sofa. As I came back, I had to stop and admire the soft slope of her neck, partially hidden by the scarf. How I wanted to untie that scarf, let it be the first of her garments to fall to the floor ...

Bottle in one hand, I stepped behind her and, before she could stop me, I leaned over and nibbled her ear, moving downward to nuzzle her neck with my chin. Kathy froze, her body suddenly tense. 

"No, Al. No."

But I bit the exposed brown skin at the back of her neck, tickling the hair. Dropping to my knees, I put the bottle on the floor and pulled at the scarf; it drifted downward, landing in Kathy's lap.

"Please, Al ... we can't ..."

"No?"

I started to caress her soft cheek as I kissed my way forward, and when I sucked her earlobe between my teeth again my sister softened and released a sigh of pleasure. 

"Please don't do this to me again."

"But this is love, Kathy. This is love."

I rose slightly and enfolded her in my arms from behind, my palms finding her breasts and squeezing them tenderly in my palms. My eye drifted to the left, where we were both reflected in the wall mirror. It added to the thrill to see her fall back into my embrace, her face mixed with resignation and relief, to watch her writhe and moan as I gently and slowly aroused her desire after many months of deprivation.

"I promised myself this would never happen again," she whispered as I joined her on the sofa and faced the mirror. I paused for a moment to savor her face, her eyes dewy with tears which glistened on her high cheekbones, the uncertain, tenuous smile that played along her thin lips, naturally red and only lightly touched with clear gloss. How sweet that first kiss after so long a time! We moved in each other's arms like a pair of long separated dance partners, each relearning the other's moves, drawing one another to old, familiar rhythms. 

Kathy's tongue sought mine as I popped the snap on her jeans and eased the zipper down. The kiss broke as I slipped my fingers underneath her panties, slithering right to Pussy Central. It fascinated me to watch her body arch in the mirror as my fingers parted her vulva and found her damp, distended clit. My sex-starved sister slid her body next to mine to give me more room to move, and our mouths met again as I frigged away, using my free hand to slide under the close-fitting black sweater and pop the clasp of her soft, lacy bra. Kathy panted and moaned, her freed breasts jiggling madly as I masturbated her to the first real orgasm she'd had since she left me so long ago.

"Oh! Al! That's it!" she cried, holding my head tightly to her chest as she came. "That's it, baby! Make me come, big brother! Make me--!"

With that, my sister's body went rigid and her head snapped back on the sofa's padded arm as her pussy gushed its tangy, aromatic juice onto my hand.

"Oh, my God!" she cried, and I looked up to see our passion-wracked faces in the mirror, and then she closed her eyes and concentrated on her second orgasm, which I happily provided. As her passion subsided for now, we rolled together and kissed with deep love as we ground our bodies together on the couch.

"Jesus, Al," Kathy said. "That was ... oh, I don't know what to say!"

"How about that you were hoping I'd make a play?"

"Yes," she admitted. "I was getting to the point where ... never mind. Did you see us in the mirror?"

"Oh, yeah. It gave me quite a charge, watching you."

She kissed me. "Poor brother," she said. "I've had my fun and you haven't even taken off your shirt."

"I think you're overdressed, too."

With that, we stood and undressed each other.

"God, it's so sexy, seeing us in the mirror like that," she said, unbuttoning my shirt.

I pulled her sweater off and discarded the bra, thrilling to the double image of my hot and horny sister standing before me and reflected nearby. We tossed our garments out of the way and then, at last, embraced fully in the nude, running our palms all over, the familiar electricity of lust charging our bodies. I reached behind Kathy's head and pulled the pins holding up her hair, marveling as it spilled, longer than ever, down over her shoulders, her back, her heavy breasts, the breasts I brought now to my lips, the red nipples I had missed so much.

As I licked and bit I glanced upward and saw Kathy staring at our images in the mirror, her eyes locked in fascination as I lifted my face upward to kiss her again.

"Do you have any idea how horny I'm getting watching this?" she asked, stepping back. "Look! Have you ever seen your cock like that before?"

The view was a revelation; I had never seen it from the side. In the mirror, my cock poked straight, proud and tall, looking right at Kathy and getting ready to move on its own. She was right; most guys only see their equipment from the top down; from there, it's just a wide circle with an eye in the middle. From the side, though, my dick looked like a long red rail spike, and when Kathy wrapped her fingers around it and began to play, I think it grew an extra inch.

"Jesus," she purred, stroking softly and slowly, "I look like quite the courtesan, don't I? Keep your eyes on the mirror, big brother."

With that, Kathy sank to her knees, and I watched transfixed as my cock slipped slowly between her lips. Watching in the mirror as my sister's dark head began to bob on my distended prong, I had the strangest, most erotic sensation, as if porn movies had advanced to the point where you could feel as well as see what's happening on the screen. 

Wow, I thought, we're our own private porn stars.

I watched my hands surround Kathy's scalp and guide her, control her speed, for as much as I wanted to blow six months' worth of sperm down her greedy, slurping throat, I began to believe there would now be more opportunities for that. But she had other thoughts, and began to tickle my balls and masturbate the exposed half of my dick.

Now it was my turn to gaze at the scene, letting go of Kathy's head and feeling my balls let loose, hearing Kathy's gasps and giggles as I pumped what felt like at least a pint of come between her thin red lips. In the mirror I saw little droplets escape her lips and dribble onto her tits, and in her mouth I felt one more burst of electricity as the last wad let go. I stood there panting as Kathy slowly, teasingly, let my cock slide free, and she rubbed the drops of come into her chest, as if it were some sort of aphrodisiac lotion.

"I can hardly believe it!" I gasped as my sister looked lovingly up into my face. "That was so intense!"

We spread a blanket on the sofa and cuddled for a little while, catching up on all the reasons the attraction between us flared and brightened and grew in the first place. But we had been apart for so long we soon cuddled ourselves back into full arousal.

"Wow," said Kathy, stroking my cock back to full attention. "There's still one thing we haven't done."

"I have an idea," I said, pulling her to her feet. 

I positioned Kathy so that she leaned forward with her hands flat on the back of the sofa and stood behind her so that we could both get a full body view in the mirror.

"This is really turning me on," she sighed as I stood behind her and parted her legs. I engulfed my sensuous sister in my arms now, one hand rubbing her clit, the other just holding her close as she reached between her legs, grasped my cock, and guided it home, back to where it has always belonged, deep and slippery inside her moist and eager snatch.

Now we both could look as our bodies moved together, could marvel at one another's technique for bringing ourselves to maximum pleasure, and, for me, a warm feeling of triumph as I pumped away at Kathleen, with every stroke making her mine, now and forever. The image of her body squirming in my arms, her face glowing scarlet with passion, and watching her entire form turn and twist in my arms as she barked my name in orgasm, her face turning toward the mirror and saying, "Now, Al! Give it all to me!"

We both howled as my balls tightened, as my cock gained more steel and blasted its load into Kathy's hot, wet pussy. Kathy's gaze never left the mirror as she watched me empty myself, watched me bouncing along her back like a lust-maddened animal. I didn't look again until I stopped, exhausted as a swimmer coming in from a powerful rip tide. Giggling, we collapsed onto the sofa.

"Let's never be apart again, Kathy," I said at last. "I love you."

"And I love you," she sighed. "No, I think I've learned my lesson. We'll work it out somehow."

* * *

I am now rubbing my slick soapy dick along Kathy's clit as the steady steamy streams of water wash the soap off my back. Kathy decides she has had enough foreplay, so she wraps her legs around my waist as I gather her flat ass cheeks in the palms of my hands and lift her. My well-soaped cock pops right between her vulva's lips and right away I am buried to the balls inside my laughing, lusty sister. We both thrust merrily away, reveling in both the steam of the shower and our love for each other.

Kathy's teeth sink into my shoulder as her first orgasm hits, and then I bend my knees a bit and stand suddenly straight up, shoving me in further than normal and surprising her into a second orgasm. Her kisses fly like hummingbirds over my face, my forehead, my shoulders. I'm not far away and she knows it, squeezing her cunt muscles tight and running them with great skill along the length of my cock.

"Oh, Kathy," I sigh, "I can't--"

"Then don't," she says, and I obey. Soap and sperm mingle inside Kathy as I come, come again, and come once more. Our lovemaking closes with a kiss in the steam, and then we wash it all away.

Kathleen, as last, has come to realize that we are meant to be together, and damn our biological relationship. While we've never held a ceremony, we did buy a couple of wedding rings, and since we have the same last name, we allow people to draw their own conclusions. We found ourselves a small three-bedroom home in the woods where we can set up as if we're sharing separate bedrooms in case someone we know comes by, but for ourselves, we'll never again need more than one.




Kathleen's Turning Point Ch. 04



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