13 comments/ 69545 views/ 21 favorites Sarah and Jack's Vegas Vacation By: lwingardriam "Oh my god!" Sarah exclaimed as we got out of the elevator at the Seventh floor, "I can't believe you talked me into getting on that rollercoaster!" "I can't believe you had the balls to get on." I replied through a smirk. I knew the first drop was much longer than I had said, and a moment of anger in Sarah's eyes told me she knew that I had known all along and was insulted by my attempt to pass one off on her. It had been nearly an hour since I had assured her that the roller coaster was 'nice and easy.' Though Sarah's jumping and hopping around told me she was happy she'd been adventurous enough to go through with it. Now she seemed to move in slow motion, her dress clung to her waist and thighs as she hopped around. Her small pert breasts never heaved, I've never seen them heave, they would come back up as she jumped, and snap downward for an instant when she landed again. Had she noticed me staring at them? "Oh fuck you too." "What?" Shit. "I said I need to trade brothers." I laughed skeptically and paused staring at her for a moment, "yeah? For who?" "I dunno, Jessica's brother."Sarah resumed hopping around, hoping to recreate the sensation of the roller coaster. It was a refreshing sight to watch a woman in her forties cavort like a child. "Charming dude," Sarah dropped down with her shoulders slumped looking like she'd hurt me. "He hates roller coasters." Sarah said with a shit-eating grin as she walked backwards toward our room. I peered around admiring the choice in lighting down the long hallway, they made Sarah glow like a candle light, the shadows that hugged her growing and receding as she passed like dark blankets that had animated, that could touch and caress her whenever they pleased. A shadow slunk and retreated around her slender neck- "Earth to Jaaack, " Sarah was walking backwards calling out to me, no doubt the idiotic distant expression I wore was amusing her to no end, "you there?" "Yeah I'm here..." Deflect! Deflect! Deflect! "How's the family?" I asked as I caught up with her. Sarah smiled ever so slightly as she turned back and continued, "They're not taking the divorce well... Pete's going through an emo phase." "Could have been worse." Sarah let out a chortle, neither one of us were very fond of the emo types, now her son and my nephew was one of them. "Candice is having a thing with a 'badboy'," She said with a comical expression. I got deadpan serious, "bad boy? What's, so bad about him?" Sarah looked at me in an appreciative way, my chest swelled. "He smokes pot, she says he doesn't like I wouldn't know one if they landed in my lap." "Oh well that doesn't sound so bad." "And he has the voice of a" Sarah paused for a moment and stared off while she made the connection, "Seagull." We both burst out laughing for a second before I continued, "And Charles, how's he?" "I don't know, haven't heard from him in a while." "Probably off disappointing someone else," I offered Sarah laughed, nodded, "Yeah... yeah, he probably is," and continued ponderously, "you know, last year I think I traumatized the kids cause of him." What? Sarah's harmless, how could she ever traumatize her kids? "Oh? How did you manage that?" "Well, last year Charles and I were going at it you know?" I managed a word through my repulsed expression, "No, no I don't." "And it's about ten minutes in, we're trying to keep quiet cause of the kids right." "Whoa, whoooa!" "Hold on dammit... and all of a sudden I yelled out; 'goddammit! You fuck-" Sarah began ruefully laughing, visibly ashamed of herself while I looked at her with a pre-emptive expression of horror. "Right?" her laugh was always so contagious. I shouldn't have, but I started in too. "So I said," Sarah's laugh reached a stuttering crescendo. "You said?" I beckoned her continue as I held back my laughter. "'Goddammit!' I yelled at him," She burst into uncontrolled laughter, "right there in bed! 'Goddammit Charles! You fuck like a tortoise!'" My legs buckled beneath me as I burst into laughter too. A fucking tortoise! The imagery of a tortoise rocking back and forth at the hips and shoulders like a see saw hit me like a ton of bricks, bowling me over. Sarah and I leaned against the hallway and laughed as if no one else was in the hallway, or the hotel, we laughed as if the whole city was empty. We looked into each other's eyes as we cackled. She always complained about her eyes but I always found them entrancing. They had a power over me I couldn't describe, like a drug. "Wow!" I exclaimed as I wiped a tear from my eye. "You know the first time saw him. I said to myself 'that dude's terrible in bed!'" it seemed a bit cruel to laugh at the man's short-coming, but Sarah had earned it. At my age I'd had heard the term 'gay divorcee' many times, but seen it in person very seldom. Her and I were sitting on opposite sides of the hallway, still laughing. As the laughter died off, Sarah sat there and looked at me, I loved it when I'd catch her looking at me. One of her knees dropped and her hips followed the knees around as she wheeled herself back up. She smiled at me, no doubt she hadn't seen me in very many good moods since she married the tortoise, "Okay, let's get back to our room. We're only here until Sunday." "Sorry, I could only afford one." I said as I looked up at her. "Nah, fuck it." My brow lifted at her cursing. "Let's just go," she offered her elbow down to me, I grabbed hold and heaved myself up. As we continued down the hallway I felt Sarah's eyes on me, "Yes?" "Thanks for inviting me to come with you." "As if I had a better choice of company? Hope the kids are okay for the weekend." "Oh yeah, they're fine." Sarah waved them off without concern, she had raised some very smart kids. "Oh, good." "Candice was like, 'find a really hot boy mom!'" said Sarah pumping her fist in pantomime. "Well, the weekend is young," I said, trying to console her that she hadn't had a bite tonight. "No, that's okay. I'm not so young and pretty anymore. Fuck! A forty-one year old in Vegas looking for cougar bait!" Sarah laughed incredulously. "I don't think that's true." "Oh, so you'd like to see me going after some kid?" "Well, first off; we don't know anyone here, you can be seen with anyone you like." "Oh, well I'll keep that in mind!" Sarah replied looking quite pleased with her lot. "Second; you're just as beautiful today as you were twenty years ago." "Aw bullshit. You don't make people feel better about themselves by lying to them, Jack." "No really." I stopped, and a second later Sarah stopped and looked at me as I extended a hand to her. "You're just as beautiful as you were twenty years ago. I really can't see this 'old' you." Sarah stood there looking shocked for a second, "that's the nicest thing you've said to me in, a long time..." She stroked her left hand with her right, then grinned wide. "Well," I continued down the hallway, joining her a moment later. "It's true." I turned to look at her as we walked, and she looked at me. Sarah smiled and looked down bashfully, it was the more priceless because she never got bashful. Sarah's shoulders stooped, "goddamn, we should have got in at the lobby entrance. What number were we?" I fished the key-card out. "Let's see... it's, number, forty-six thirty-three." Sarah paused a moment looking around quizzically, "Hrmmm twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-nine, there it is!" She ran forward and hopped up to the door. I jogged up behind her and slipped the card under the doorknob. We were met with a blast of conditioned air and let out a sigh in unison as we walked in. "I call the shower!" Sarah exclaimed immediately. "Aww, you dick!" I replied playfully. I walked over to the window, pushed the shades back, and took in the expanse of the Vegas strip while enjoying the exhilarating brunt of the air conditioning system. Sarah stripped down next to the bathroom in the designated closet, the one that's always opposite the bathroom door. I couldn't help but notice the reflection of hands and feet hurriedly pulling away layers of clothing, tossing them into the room and over her head onto the ubiquitous shelf that every hotel room has in their "closet" area. We'd had a couple shots at the casino where we lost some fifty dollars. Though Sarah didn't register a buzz on two feet, now contending with her dress on one foot she lost her balance and stumbled halfway out from behind cover. For a moment, the lights in the distance looked like stars shimmering across her skin, as she laughed and slid back behind the corner she left the little lights in her wake. A moment later, Sarah had donned a towel and slipped into the bathroom while I resumed staring off into the night. I plopped down onto the bed noticing how the springs were a bit too strong, likely compensating for all the fucking that goes on in those rooms. I swept my hands across the linen while dreading the encounter of a sticky spot. The caretakers of the rooms were either deft in their abilities, or Vegas doesn't encounter as much fucking as lore tells. I was happy in either case, I turned on the television, skipped the 'how to' guide for television use. I turned to CNN, but after a few seconds I heard Sarah complain that a vacation was no time for war and gore, suggesting Comedy Central instead. Fair enough, though on a Saturday night Comedy Central has all the humorous novelty of a CNN war report. After a minute of half baked jokes, and half hearted laughs I noticed that although the shower was on, no showering was happening. No telltale sound of water jets hitting bare glistening flesh. No report of them spiraling through tangles of silky hair, running down her forehead, along the gentle curve of her jaw, and cascading from her chin onto her supple, firm- 'Get a hold of yourself!' I thought, 'she's your fucking sister you... pervert!' I focused on what's-his-name's stand-up routine for a minute, before worrying that the couple shots of vodka we'd had was enough to cause Sarah to lose her balance and slip in the shower. I would have heard her slip, wouldn't I? The thought of watching T.V. while Sarah lay unconscious in a hotel bathroom picked and prodded and annoyed me too much to allow me to sit around any longer. I walked over to the bathroom door and was about to knock when I heard her. At first it was just a rhythmic sound, after a moment I resolved it as being like a smacking sound. Fast then slow then fast again and, after a minute, a gasp before the slow rhythmic smacking continued. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... a rush of air jetting from her lips. Was I listening to my sister- to Sarah masturbate? I pushed away from the door and immediately slowed to a stop and pressed back up against the door. Women hate to masturbate themselves in front of their partner when they could have their pussy eaten or fuck instead. But there is a certain allure to a woman doing herself, the way she's certain she wants to be touched. The difference between pleasure and boredom was a matter of millimeters they are well acquainted with. I wondered if I could guess what her pussy looked like by the sound alone. All I could make out was that it was wet. 'No shit Sherlock, she's in the shower.' I strained my ears to no avail. I decided that while I had no idea what it looked like, I did know it was beautiful. I could see my breath coalesce on the paint of the door when her pace quickened. I sighed when she did and tensed when she resumed. There was a light thud on what I could only guess was the wall, and after a moment her rhythm quickened to a furious pace. Sarah began to pant gradually louder over the shower, she checked herself. Had I made a noise? Was the thud on the wall me? Did I hit the door as I lost balance and simply been too enthralled in the moment to notice? I didn't remember. A moment later I heard the water of the shower hitting quivering skin as Sarah finished her shower. I slunk back over to the T.V. and resumed the mundane attempts at humor of the Saturday night Comedy Central Stand-up Hour. As Sarah shut off the water my head stopped swimming as I tucked my hard-on away and remembered there was Cartoon Network's Saturday night anime thing and flipped it on. I had gotten addicted to the crap while babysitting for Sarah. The bathroom door opened and a newly dressed Sarah stepped out with a loud sigh. She bounded over to her bed and jumped in, her deceptively strong legs launched her into the air over her bed as she half turned in sailed down, landing her head precisely over her pillow. "Isn't that nice?" I asked over my shoulder. "What?" Sarah yelped. "Having a cool shower in this heat." "Oh yeah, that was so refreshing! What's on?" "Oh, it's Cowboy Beebop." "Yes! I love that show!" "Really?" "... Well I don't catch it all the time. But it's got really great story, I love it's not all about the tits and bikinis like the other animes." I laughed, "Yeah! It's actually got story to back it up." After a moment Sarah asked if I needed to use the shower, "Oh yeah," I blurted, damned cartoons. I walked toward the bathroom while craning over to catch the last of the scene where the main character is thwarted by some sort of wannabe cowboy, all the while angling my stiffened cock away from Sarah. "Oh, just get in there. This'll be on in again in the next block." "Right," I turned to the door and began stripping down. The area didn't leave me much room for privacy. As I stripped down I couldn't help but hear the creak of the bed springs. Was Sarah leaning over to take a look? Was she just adjusting? I had been exercising a lot more, had the muscles to show for it and admired my own ass a bit more than I probably should. I didn't move around to check, if she was I'd leave her to her privacy. When I was set I grabbed a change of clothes, and opened the bathroom door to the creak of the springs. Was that Sarah leaning away now? No, she's not like that, she's not a pervert like me. In front of the mirror I took a second to take in the sight of my new physique, eating less bread and carbs and the like was really working out but god did I miss a decent bowl of macaroni. I got in the shower and turned the water on. As I began to work the cheap hotel soap into a lather, I noticed a scent in the air. Faint as a wisp of perfume wafting through a park, it was Sarah, her scent clung to the walls, reeled through my nose and filled my lungs with their soft musk. I tried to ignore it and scrub the dank smell of casino cigarettes off my arms. But as I washed more and more of the acrid stench off, the scent of Sarah's loins became stronger and stronger. My brow and eyelids went limp as I closed my eyes and took the scent into my lungs. The moment the perfume graced my nostrils the hard-on was inevitable. And try as I might the pulsating girth wouldn't be denied, I was here in a hotel room and had decided not to give my attention to any woman in Vegas for more sentimental reasons than just avoiding a venereal infection. I couldn't hold back anymore, as I figured a solitary orgasm in Vegas was better than no orgasm at all and wrapped my fingers around my cock and began to stroke with the same cheap-assed soap. Whenever I masturbate I like to think about the women I've slept with, and having been accustomed to their figures I leaned on their compliments about my cock. 'I've never been with someone so thick,' I reminisced as I stroked and cursed how coarse the soap was, the first time a woman would see the girth of it there was a moment of shock and uncontrollable anticipation, one girl squared her wrist against my member 'oh my god! It's as thick as my wrist!' In the moment I take it with a pinch of salt as I'm very skeptical of superfluous compliments, but now as I continued my hand up and down my throbbing rod they had a purpose to serve. Yet now as I continued, that scent which signified Sarah's orgasmic satisfaction invaded my nose and my pulse quickened, my breaths grew ever more labored. I'd never masturbated to Sarah's scent and it was more erotic than any moment I'd ever had to myself and- "Sarah," it slipped out! Barely louder than a whisper but audible nonetheless. I couldn't help it. It just gushed out of me as I came and splashed the shower door with cum. 'Fuck, fuck! How loud was that? Did the shower conceal it? Fuck!' I was mortified, if Sarah was still watching the show, it would pass, but if she was anywhere near the door I was certain she would have heard it. 'Fucking idiot!' I cursed myself, cupped water in my hands and rinsed the cum from the textured glass of the door. The door reported *kadong,kadong,kadong* like a church bell *ding!* *dong!* your brother was maaaasturbatiiing! I couldn't help but think, that was an amazing orgasm though. I was torn between shame and exhilaration as I stalked out of the shower and dried off. I hid my legs behind pants and my chest beneath a shirt and paused at the door to curse myself again. I stood at the opening of the room for a tense moment looking for shame or anger in Sarah's face. 'don't let your voice crack.' "So, did I miss anythEng." ... goddammit Jack. "Cowboy's over, wanna watch it again? It's on the next channel over." She was snuggled into a crater of sheets, I don't think she got out of bed. "Nah, what's on now?" "Ahhh that 'Eureka Seven.'" "Oh, okay. Which one?" "The one where a giant robot rides a rocket surfboard." Sarah's eyes glazed over. "Hah! Yeah." This show had a fairly unremarkable plotline and we couldn't tell one episode from another. Probably something the kids caught onto. I went over and laid down in my bed. There was a nightstand between us with a lamp jutting out of the wall, painting everything golden. After a couple minutes I couldn't take it anymore, my eyes had glazed over too, "This show would be better if we had some pot," I said almost asleep. "Yeah in Arizona, here we'd get caught with a joint and do ten years." "No way," seemed a bit harsh to me. "Yeah way. I looked it up, why do you think we're not getting stoned right now?" "Hahah! Ata girl!" We watched the flickering images for a moment. I crossed my arms with disaffection at the show. "Aren't you cold over there?" Sarah asked with a bit of concern. "Yeah, I guess." "You can," we were both distracted by a chase scene before Sarah continued, "you can come over here, if that a/c's too cold." I paused for a second gauging how cold I really was, "okay." I moved over to her bed and as I laid down I noticed how Sarah's pajamas clung to her damp legs. These hotel towels always suck. Sarah angled her chin down and her breast rose as she adjusted herself. I crimped down into the linen doing likewise. After a moment something struck me and I looked over at Sarah, my interest piqued, "Is that you?" "I brought my own shampoo. You like it?" Sarah craned toward me and quickly fanned the smell of the shampoo over with her hand. She was trying to look funny, and as I laughed, I couldn't help but notice her long slender neck. Our eyes met for a moment, then bounced away. "Yeah, smells great." "Thanks!" Sarah laughed at the idea that her brother found the smell of her hair alluring. "I like your body spray more though. What is it?" Sarah shrugged "Who knows?" "Wear that tomorrow and I'll have to spend the night in the lobby, or fight guys off of you all day." Sarah grimaced indifferently, "I don't think I want to 'hook up' with a guy in Vegas. You only find certain people in this town and they're not the sort I'd be seen with anyway." "Well, I don't think a couple rides on a rollercoaster and losing a grand in the casino's going to recharge you," I said hoping to convince her to let her hair down after the ordeal she's been going through back home. Sarah and Jack's Vegas Vacation Sarah simply shrugged again, "When you have kids, it's not really a matter of recharging." I popped my eyebrows and nodded, "good point," then looked back at her, "I should have picked a better-" Sarah stopped me, "look, this is great. As long as I'm with you, I'm having a great time." I was about to reply when I lurched to a stop, "really?" We were both in bed propping up on our elbows. "Yeah, we've always have the most fun together." Sarah looked at me and smiled reassuringly, "right?" I looked into her eyes, "absolutely." Then at her lips, her brow quivered for a second. It was a moment of utter relaxation, I was here with her and we were completely at peace, I leaned in and kissed her like her brother who'd known her her entire life, who knew she needed a kiss then. But there was a shock when my lips touched hers, when her silky lips ever so slightly paused, then pressed back against me. I pulled away to see Sarah looking at me with surprise, it was a romantic kiss, but only for me. For Sarah, it was her brother reassuring her. Then Sarah angled her head down slightly and paused, then she rose again and pushed forward with her jeweled eyes framed by relaxed lids. I was just giving her more reassurance. I leaned forward and kissed her again, to let it sink in I held close longer. I pursed my lips and kissed her again without letting go. When I pulled away she gasped inaudibly. I couldn't hold back anymore. I ran my hand up her arm, I felt a shudder run through her body as our lips connected and an electric shock ran through me. We held the kiss for endless moments. My hand caressing her arm as our flesh crashed into the other. I felt Sarah's hand on my chest and my body shook as though and earthquake struck. We clung and grasped the bed and lifted ourselves up going faster and faster. Sarah climbed up onto my legs with her hands at my waist. My hands fell to her thighs. Sarah and I sighed as we kissed, our hands searching aimlessly, without effort or aim. I ran my hands up her waist, but my clumsy left hand caught under her shirt and rode it up, the bare skin was smooth and warm against my trembling hand. Sarah pulled away and I felt I'd gone too far. I should have said I was sorry, but all I could push out was "I love you." "I love you too." Sarah said as she leaned in and kissed me, warmer, gentler than before. I closed my eyes, trying to focus all my senses in my lips, we pulled away and gasped. Sarah is an amazing kisser. Her jaw relaxed and her mouth opened ever so slightly, she looked at me with infernos in her eyes we crashed again in slow motion. I heard the plinking sound of her pajama shirt being unbuttoned as I ran my hands up her thighs, I pulled her hips over my now rock hard cock. Along my cock ran a soft orb, it split down the middle as she pushed in and massaged my rod as she pulled back. Sarah writhed over my cock as button after button came undone. I wondered what her bare chest looked like but I dared not pull away from this electric impulse. Sarah pulled back with a *pack* and pulled her shirt back and threw it aside. Her small, pert breasts gleamed in the light like those of a woman half her age, I sat there for a bit too long. A beautiful smile streaked across Sarah's as her fingers played with the hemn of my shirt. Without missing a beat I pulled it off and Sarah laid her silky hands on my chest. I had never had hands so perfect upon me, so smooth and exacting, not searching for blemish as though I were a bovine at a fair, and not prodding for approval or love but completely assured of it and knowing it with total resolve. They searched as we kissed just to feel, alternating between her fingertips and her palms and grasping like they had found a comfy spot. As I poked my tongue between her little lips my hands caressed her waist, my thumb stroked the indent of her navel as she murmured approvingly. I relaxed and let my hands fall back down. They sat there at her hips, my thumbs grasped the little bones that poke through the top of her pelvis as I helped her rock back and forth over my pulsating cock. As our tongues lightly explored each other's mouth I caught her scent. Sarah was wet, and the orb over my cock was sticking and sliding. I couldn't collect myself from it anymore, I ran my hands up her stomach and pressed back underneath her breasts. Sarah chest swelled and she smiled as she slowly fell back onto the bed as I leaned forward and wrapped my fingers around her waistband kissing her chest, her stomach, her navel, as Sarah swept the pajamas down around her ass and up toward her ankles. There was her light blue panties with one butterfly of red and pink and green, and one of moisture, slick and thick with her bouquet. I kissed the skin north of the margin then with a finger pulled it down further and kissed again. Sarah sighed, and I released the band, it snapped back up around her glorious mound, Sarah gasped as I rested my lips over the wetter of the butterflies and kissed it gently, Sarah's shoulders lurched skyward. I kissed again and again, the wetness was the most delicious thing that had ever touched my lips. Sarah began to gasp and whimper, I felt her relax and thought she would tolerate another couple of minutes here. But Sarah protested, and slipped out of the panties in one smooth motion over my head. I heard them snap away from one of her feet and fall behind me somewhere. And there was her pussy, her vulva glistening with cream, her petals poking through and demanding a taste, and her pelvis angling around between my hands. I paused a moment and looked up to see her face in desperation, I held there and wiped a shit-eating grin across mine. Sarah caught it and began to laugh out loud, I took a moment to take in the sight of her in throes of giddy ecstasy. Her hips relaxed and fell back onto the bed. Sarah canted her head and looked at me, a slash of hair falling across her face she did with a warmth I had not seen until then as I slowly plunged my face into her mound. I kissed her vulva and beckoned it open with my nose, Sarah began to pant slowly. Her volume and pace grew as I searched around with my lips and tongue to my heart's content. It may be some trick of the mind but I say that it is the softest petals I've ever felt, soft and supple, her pelvis poking through at her mound with an impossible amount of give just beneath. I hadn't imagined that a pussy this beautiful existed, or thought that I'd be buried K-9 deep in it. I was on a different planet. After time I hadn't measured, Sarah's panting and bleating climaxed as she whispered then called, "I'm gonna cum." Then louder as I licked her from one side to the other, "I'm gonna cum. Oh goddammit, fuck me, I'm gonna cum... Fuck me!" Sarah looked down with less of a request than a command. As hips bounced and spasms overtook her up to her shoulders as she finally gasped then stiffened and groaned her satisfaction. I watched her breasts bounce playfully over her chest as I played at the elastic of my pants. I gripped my underwear along-with and dragged them both away, exposing the length of my cock as it bobbed up and stood. "You're so beautiful," was all I could grunt in the moment as Sarah pulled up her knees and held out her hands. I climbed up her body, kissing as I went. The spot between her navel and her pussy, then her navel, her ribs, as I went by I stuck my tongue out and licked her nipple, then kissed the top of her breast, her neck, I looked deeply into her eyes and kissed her gently on the lips. My shaft prodded her pussy and Sarah held me in a light embrace. I pulled back and looked into her eyes as I reached down, my precum mingled with her cream and soaked my shaft. Our brows were furrowed and all I could think of was how beautiful Sarah looked as her ankles touched me on the ass and closed me in. I pushed forward and aiming with my hand embedded the tip of my cock in her vulva, then further slowly. Sarah drew a ragged breath in pain, "are you okay?" I asked. "does it hurt?" "N-n-no," she answered through slit eyes and I pushed further while Sarah groaned. Sarah gasped as the softness of my head passed and the hardness of my shaft began. I played back and forth along the first couple inches of my shaft, her wetness slicking up and down my rod. Sarah gasped and panted, she whinnied and cooed and panted at me. And as Sarah drew a deep breath and released through pursed lips, I drove the entirety of my cock into her. I worked the length of my shaft through her as she writhed beneath me. "Whenever I fuck anyone," Sarah pushed me away by the chest, her eyes looking as though I'd struck her, I continued, "I think about you to come." She just laid there for a moment as the words sunk in. Sarah wrapped her arms around my back, dug her heels into the small of my back, gritted her teeth, and began pounding her pussy into the base of my cock. I pleaded "stop, stop, I don't know how much longer I can go." "Say it," She demanded, "say it!" Confused I repeated, "I think about you-" "No! Say, say my name!" I was taken a moment and she repeated; "Say it!" I thought she wanted to go longer, and she knew what that would do, but I couldn't stop. The urge was too great. "Sarah," I whispered then again as I groaned. I pleaded again and Sarah released and fell away, she landed back in the bed, her breasts oscillated. As I reached down around her back and clasped onto her shoulders, "Sarah," I growled in her ear and pumped my cock inside her. Sarah yelped and grasped 'round my back as I whispered her sweet soft name again and again as I pumped harder and began to come. "Jack!" Sarah moaned. "Oh fuck, fuck me Jack. Fuck me," her voice shook as I pumped the base of my cock onto her soft mound, "fuck me! I'm gonna cum!" Sarah panted and cried out as my cock went completely rigid, hardened, went rigid again and released into her. My cock reeled and sent and reeled again. At first the cum was an almost imperceptible warmth but, after a few moments began washing hot and slick around my cock through her canal as I pumped again and again. Sarah's pussy spasm'd tight around my manhood as she came a moment later. Her scent exploded around us, thick and damp. My cock more sensitive than I'd felt it in a long time forced me to slow, my stride dwindled inside Sarah. We went limp in one another's arms panting and sighing. I heaved myself over her and stared into her eyes. Her face seemed to change in mood and readiness with every passing second. Exhilirated and tired, then energized. Frightened and anxious, then eased. In love and utterly spent, then lustful and gyrating her hips around my gradually dwindling stiffness. "I, I don't think, I'll be ready to go again, for a little while," I panted. "That's okay," Sarah whispered as body spasms lightly, rhythmically, quivered her pert breast. I lifted myself up and laid back down beside her. Sarah looked at me for what seemed hours, "did we just fuck or make love?" I paused and thought about it, "I... think we made love." Sarah's face was so relaxed her smile barely registered, "I forgot how thick that thing is." She said with a lascivious grin as she swiped gingerly at my cock. "And I forgot how beautiful your tits are." "Oh whoa," Sarah sat up. "You've never seen my tits," she replied looking most skeptical. "Yeah I have, plenty of times... well, a couple of times. Remember that time you 'accidentally' walked out of your room naked for no reason?" I said slyly. "No! I was going to shower!" "No, I remember it distinctly. You'd just showered. You said hi to me, went in your room to dry off, and a second later popped out and said, and I quote, 'hey Jack!'" As Sarah opened her mouth to protest I interrupted, "you were still wet from the shower. Why don't you just say you were showing off your body? There's no shame in it!" Sarah laughed, picked up a pillow, and slung it at my face, "You and your fucking memory! Okay, yeah I was real proud of my body back then. And yeah I did want to show it off, I wanted you to be proud I guess." "Was?" I said out of the corner of my eye. "Yeah, we- dammit! Brother or not, you have to admit this isn't the same body it was a couple decades ago." "Maybe, okay," I relented, as I reached my head down to her navel, "but," I kissed her stomach, "I still think," I kissed her breast, leaned back and looked her in the eye, "it looks fucking fantastic," I pouted my lips and sank a big wet kiss on the side of her neck. "You're such a sap!" Sarah laughed. "Okay, I'll give you that," I leaned over her and touched my lips to hers, pulling away with a smack. "guilty as charged." Sarah dropped her head from her hand and sank into the pit of her elbow, "hey Jack, do you?" "Yeah?" "Do you, you know. Eat things?" "Ummm..." I looked at her with a bit of concern. "Fuck you. I meant... I meant, your" Sarah gestured in a roundabout fashion, "cum smells really good." Mortified, she collapsed her hands over her face and laughed. "I dunno, at my age I've gotta have a lot more fiber, fruits and vegetables and the lot, no more red meat diet for me I guess. But women have always said my cum smells good." Sarah couldn't hide how proud she was, "That was the nicest fuck I've had in a long time." ...Nicest? "Well, you're pretty not-mundane yourself." Sarah laughed at my outrage, "I didn't mean it like that." Sarah looked back at me, "I just meant that was a really romantic fuck. Charles and I hardly ever fucked like that." Sarah exclaimed. "Well, I try." I retaliated self deprecatingly as Sarah rose up from the bed. "Whoa where are you going?" "Sorry Jack, I have to rinse off, I'm starting to get a little sticky." "I wanted to lie here with you another minute." "Sorry! I hate being sticky, you know that." "Yeah, I know that," I said as Sarah walked over to the bathroom, lost her balance, blew some air from her lungs, and continued in. A moment later the shower started up quietly. This time I knew she was under the water because the water barely made a report when it hit her silky skin. All I heard was the sound of her hands running down her stomach and up her thigh. It had been years since I'd started to get back up that quickly, but there was already a gentle pressure building in my rod. I walked over to the doorway and watched her slender body sheen under the water spray. She wasn't hurrying though, at this pace we wouldn't be back in bed for a half hour! Sarah lays her hands on her knee and caresses away the cum in one smooth, slow motion up to her flat belly. Flat belly, looking down at my own stomach, it seemed I still had a ways to go. Sarah caressed around her navel as she looked at the shadow in the doorframe, her big eyes weren't concealed by the glass door's texturing. As Sarah ran her hands up pretending she hadn't seen me she swipes past her breasts, and her quarter sized nipples bobbed up and landed back down with a little bounce. The sight was more than my cock could endure, it fully engorged in a few seconds as Sarah continued to caress herself. That's it. I stamped over to the shower door and slid it open. Sarah looked at me rather perturbed, "hey, you'll get your turn!" "Nicest huh?" I reached in, grabbed her by the elbow and yanked her out. "No fuckin' way!" Sarah yelled as I swung her around towards the counter, she almost slipped on the tiles as she went but caught herself and skidded up to the sink. I lunged up behind her and pressing my cock between her ass cheeks pushed her into the counter. Sarah gasped, "get, off of me," she resisted and pushed me back with her ass. I snapped my hands around her waist and pulled her back with me, I grinded my cock into her ass as Sarah paused, then sighed, leaned over to the counter, and arched her back deep. I leaned over her and snarled "how's this for nice?" Sarah turned to look at me but I held her bent over in place. Her profile, the epitome of sleek beauty looked frightened, her mouth hung half open and ragged desperate breaths escaped her. Still holding her by the waist I aimed my cock for just beneath her asshole and pushed forward. The warm silk of her canal swiftly enveloped my shaft and terminated with a clap. Sarah let out a startled yelp and looked into the mirror as I pulled back and drove in again with more force, Sarah let out a cute little yelp, held her breath a second then let out a sigh. Nope. I pulled back and pumped my cock in, hard. The clap echoed from the far wall with a buzz and Sarah let out a scream, dropped her head down, and let out a slow agonized growl. I pulled back and pumped in, over and over, getting harder to the sound of Sarah baying and howling, watching her hair fly and snap in the air around her. "Oh fuck yes," Sarah released from her lungs. "yes!" I looked down at the globes of her ass as I pounded my cock in and out with slow rhythm snapping back inside as if the cold hotel air was a terrifying thing. Pulling out then reeling back inside Sarah's pussy. I continued while Sarah brayed and growled at me like an animal. I ran my hands up her sides and down, squeezing as I went, slowly my hands up her back, my thumbs in the trough of her spine. I noticed Sarah's silky hair falling down around her back. I reached up with my right, palm up and grabbing a handful of her locks I pulled her back in clenching my cock as I did. Sarah's head snapped back and I saw her eyes clenched shut and gritting her teeth as she snarled, "oh goddamn!" I grabbed my right hand with my left and began pulling her in by her hair pulling my ass back and pumping in hard. Sarah looked at my reflection in wide eyed fright as I continued furiously pounding her beautiful little body, "oh fuck, f¬¬¬uck! I'm gonna cum Jack! I'm gonna cum! Keep going! Don't, don't stop!" Sarah's pussy clenched around my manhood as I pumped in and out. "Yeah, you like that?" I growled back at her. "Fuck yeah." Sarah snarled, "just like that. Fuck yeah!" I traced my gaze from her face, teeth gnashing, eyes clenched shut, down to her back, shoulders bobbing from the force, spine straining as she tried to keep it arched. I gazed down to her beautiful ass as I, like demon possessed pounded her soft, warm pussy. As Sarah's pussy creamed, the sound of the clapping dulled. "Fuck me Jack, fuck me, I'm going to-" Sarah's entire form stiffened along with her pussy. A splash of cum landed on my stomach and her back as I pried forward. One single solitary droplet of cum struck me on the face. I was surprised for a moment that I was fucking Sarah with such force. I had no idea at my age how we hadn't slipped and fallen, everything was drenched in water, sweat, semen and cream- "oh fuck, Sarah! I'm going to, I'm going to cum!" I yelled as I blew a load inside her. I pumped my cock back in and held inside her for a moment, then yanked her back by the hair, she landed in my embrace as I kissed her neck over and over gratefully, Sarah's arms dropped down beside her stiffened in orgasm. Sarah panted like a faun that had just escaped from a wolf. I swept my hands over her breasts and stomach, down around her waist as she panted and moaned. I pushed my hand down to her pussy and cupped it in hand. Sarah startled, snapped her hand over mine defensively. After a moment, she pleaded, "your hand is hot. Why is your hand so hot?" I whispered in her ear, "what?" but I didn't move my hand, something told me she'd find it comforting as Sarah began to collapse her weight into me I wrapped my free hand around her chest to hold her up. I kept grinding my hard-on into her ass hoping it would die out as Sarah grinded her pussy beneath my hand. After a moment it was obvious my cock wasn't going flaccid yet. I reached my hand up to her neck and caressed her soothingly, then reached back around and put my hand on her shoulder and beckoned her forward as she whimpered. Sarah and Jack's Vegas Vacation "Please, please Jack. Please be gentle," Sarah sobbed. "I, I don't know Sarah... Can you go more?" I panted. "I don't know. I'll, I'll try," Sarah said while I slid my other hand up her back as she shuddered. I slowly grasped her by the shoulder. Sarah now bent back over with my hands on her shoulders as I angled my cock back. This time the head of my cock found her gaping, ready pussy immediately as I pushed inside. Sarah shudders again. "Sarah." I pulled back slowly and pushed back in. I pulled Sarah back in by her shoulders again as she whispered a groan. The smell of her pussy only made me harder. I pulled back slowly and sent in again. I wanted more than anything to spare her but my cock beckoned for her. I pumped back in faster as Sarah let out a pant. I cursed my cock as it only got harder. I pulled back and pumped home, Sarah began to growl weakly. Pulling back out completely my cock stood up. I poised the rod at her pussy, feeling the softness of her opening. Then as I pumped it back in, the curvature of which wobbled as it pounded home. "Jack." Sarah whispered weakly as I pumped my rod in again, pulling back almost to the tip of my head then sending in again. "Jack!" I pulled back and snapped in, fucking beautiful Sarah bent over the sink, like an animal. My cock kept beckoning me back in over and over as Sarah cried out and yelped. "Goddammit, you're so beautiful, Sarah." I ran my hands down to her hips as I pumped her pussy, watching her beautiful breasts bounce lightly as she held herself up over the counter. The sound of her soaking wet pussy reverberated off the walls. For minutes there was the sound of the rhythmic claps of Sarah's pussy, the splash of cum, landing on Sarah's back and my chest, and thick, moist droplets of cum falling from us and hitting the floor. "Jack," Sarah called out, "I love you Jack. Fuck me Jack. I love you." My cock started to throb at the mention as I kept pounding away. "I love you, I love you, I, love, you!" Sarah's words escaped her between the punishing blows of my cock. "-love you, so much." I called back, my cock now harder than I thought it yet could be. "I love you," I repeated over and over as I fucked her. Everytime I pumped my cock in I repeated it, my cock growing harder and harder with each mention. "Fuck, me, Jack." Sarah called, arching her back. "I want you to fuck me, go as long as you want, I, love, you." With that, the sound of her voice, the words she spoke, the angle of her waist, the shape of her ass, the bounce of her breast, the strain in her jaw, I came one last time as I bayed. I held myself inside as my ass clenched and squeezed every last drop inside her. A second later there was the sound of my cum running out of Sarah's hot, puffy womanhood and striking the cold hard tiles. As I came panted down and crashed onto her back. My knees gave out for a second, I caught myself and pulled back up. Sarah cooing, lifted her hand behind my head and stroked me. She reached back and eased my cock out of her pussy, it fell out limp and slapped my thigh. I wrapped my hands around her and held her, "do you want, to rinse off?" Sarah dropped her head, breathing heavily, then raised up again panting, her back pushing into my chest, "no, let's, do that, in the morning." Still holding her up slightly I walked us both back out of the bathroom, I felt one of Sarah's legs almost dangling off of her, swaying limply as we went to the bed, both collapsing into the sheets. I held her hot back to my chest. Sarah wriggled around breathing lightly. We looked back into each other's eyes, we flashed chaotically between statuses, friends, siblings, lovers. Sarah put her arm around my chest as I grabbed the sheets and flung them over us. Our heat filled the blanket, focusing a bit it felt as though our bodies were on. We fell asleep curled in one another's grasp. I sat there looking at Sarah's sleek features as she drifted off, then began drifting off to sleep myself. Before flickering off to sleep, I looked out the window. Suspiciously staring into the gaps between the lights; perhaps a lot more fucking goes on in Vegas than lore holds after all.