35 comments/ 158748 views/ 101 favorites Sister Affair By: Agnol All characters over the age of 18. Feedback is the only currency we writers have. If you enjoy the story, please let us know. If you have criticisms, those too are welcome. If you don't like cheating stories, please skip this one. * "Oh my, Jenny is certainly the lucky one," Stephanie whispered in his ear. Her hand was hidden between their closely pressed bodies, her fingers curling over the ridge of her brother Gabe's penis. "You know she only dated you because I told her how big you were down there." Her words, hot in his ear, her sexy figure pushed up against him, and tits crushing against his chest, had his cock stiffening even as they swayed in circles on the dance floor of his wedding reception. "I guess I owe you some thanks then," Gabe said, shifting his body in a vain attempt to keep his sister's groping from being noticed. He had little to worry about though, most of the remaining guests were drunk and those that weren't were too old to see what was happening on the dance floor clearly. "Oh I think you do," Stephanie said with delight, her eyes widening in mischievous marvel. "I can think of something you can give me to pay me back." Gabe groaned despite himself. Stephanie, his older sister, had always been sexy as hell and a constant tease. Growing up he had spied on her, as many younger brothers are apt to do. But when Steph caught him, she didn't scream or run to their parents. No, Stephanie smiled. Smiled and let her little brother get a good long look at her body. Her own eyes began to bug out and her jaw drop when she saw the effect she had on his body. After that fateful day she made it a point to tease her little brother. It was her greatest thrill to make him pop a boner at the worst of times. In church, at the dinner table, just before a date, they were all great opportunities to make him blush with embarrassment as he couldn't control his body's reaction to her physical charms. Not that Gabe really had much chance. Stephanie was built like the proverbial brick shit house. Soft blond hair, styled and combed to perfection, large round tits atop an impossibly tiny waist and wide flaring hips that topped off an onion booty. She wore sweater dresses and tights all of the time. There was rarely a day when her figure wasn't on full display and she loved to make sure her little brother saw it regularly. Gabe wasn't surprised that his sister was at his wedding without a date. She was dressed to attract attention, something his new wife, Jenny, was a bit upset about. As the bride walked down the aisle she counted no less than three men who were too busy ogling Stephanie to pay attention to her. Now that the reception was in full swing there was a gaggle of single men vying for her attention, most of them shooting dark looks at the groom who seemed to be the only one she had eyes for. "Your fan club is getting restless," Gabe remarked, eyeing the men gathered at the edge of the dance floor waiting their chance to get a dance with Stephanie. "Yeah, now that I'm divorced again, they don't mind chasing after me where everyone can see." Gabe chuckled, his sister's reputation was well earned. Her third husband had divorced her, irreconcilable differences the decree read, but everyone knew it was because Stephanie had cheated on him. Gabe couldn't bring himself to feel sorry for the guy, he'd stolen her away from her second husband and he knew he wasn't the only one she was fucking at the time. How he could have thought marrying her would change anything was beyond Gabe. The last time Stephanie had attended a wedding there were still a bunch of guys who wanted to get her lips wrapped around their johnson's, even though she sported a gargantuan wedding ring. To see the throng of single men ogling her, many of whom were just barely legal, amused Stephanie. Mentally picking out a couple of them, she smiled thinking about the fun she would be having while the newlyweds were down the hall having traditional, wholesome sex. What would her brother say if he knew that as he was between Jenny's proper thighs, her eyes closed demurely, that his sister was three doors down taking one in the bush and one in her mouth? His fully hard cock twitched in her hand. Perhaps he was imagining it already. Stephanie couldn't hide her smile, her hand stroking his hardness idly. "Are you done trying to embarrass me?" Gabe asked, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Oh look? Here comes your wife. Have fun trying to explain your hard on after dancing with your sister, perv." Stephanie slipped out of his arms, spinning as she was swallowed up in a crowd of men who seemed to magically appear around her. Gabe watched her go, his tongue sliding over his teeth behind his lips as he imagined... "There you are!" Jenny said happily, sliding into his arms easily. She looked radiant, as she should on her wedding day. The veil pushed over her immaculate hair, the perfect makeup on her face, the sparkle in her eyes. She was the vision of beauty Gabe knew he was fortunate to have married. He leaned in and kissed her, pulling her tightly to his body. "Oh!" Jenny gasped, her hip pushing into the hardness of his groin. "Wow, someones a little eager, huh?" "You better believe it," Gabe said, allowing her to lead him towards their table. He sought out his sister, catching her eye as he was leaving the dance floor. She winked at him before she disappeared. Jenny and Gabe left the reception with great fanfare, everyone cheering them as they stepped into the hotel's elevator that would take them up to the honeymoon suite. As the door's closed, Stephanie flashed her key and a bright smile to the three guys who had been hanging on her ever since the dance with her brother. In a flash the four of them were off to another elevator and their own wedding festivities. Jenny lay on the bed, her dress pulled up around her waist as Gabe was between her thighs, his face buried in the fine hairs of her pussy, his tongue swiping at her lips hungrily. Tracing her fingers through his hair, she rolled her hips as he sent growing tingles up her body, making her breasts ache and her breath to come in gasps. She was about to cum when the phone rang. Gabe expected her to ignore it, who would be so rude to interrupt newlyweds? But she didn't, she pushed him away and then scrambled to the night stand and picked it up. "Hello? Oh, oh yes, yes of course. No, no it's no problem. I'll be right there." Gabe sighed, wondering what could be so important. "My Aunt Gertie is looking for me. She wants a picture before she takes off. You don't mind, do you honey?" Gabe just smiled, unable to say that yes, he did mind. Nodding, he tried to hide his disappointment. With a quick kiss to his cheek, Jenny was slipping on her heels and then she was gone, the door sliding closed quietly. A minute passed in silence as Gabe remained kneeling on the floor before the bed and then there was a knock at the door. With a glance he saw that Jenny had left her key on the dresser and now she'd come back to collect it. Grabbing the card he headed to the door, opening it quickly, only to be stunned to see Stephanie standing there. He had to bite his lip to keep from sucking in air as he took in her body for the millionth time. Even so, his already engorged cock could not help but pulse hungrily as he devoured her curves. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice shaky as he realized Jenny would be back any minute. The tension between the two women was not well hidden and he'd been in the middle of a number of arguments leading up to the wedding concerning his sister. "She'll be back soon, so-" "Yeah? Why is she gone?" Stephanie asked, pushing Gabe back into the room and then shutting the door completely, the latch clicking loudly. "She went down to take a picture with her Aunt Gertrude," he said, looking away from her. "That seem odd to you?" Stephanie asked, stepping up behind him, her breasts pushing into his back. Her hand slipped over his hips, caressing him slowly as she worked her fingers slowly forward. "Why would she leave her husband, on her wedding night, to go take a silly picture?" "It's just a picture," Gabe said exasperated, pulling her hands off of him and stepping away. "Her aunt is from out of town. Heck it's probably the last time she ever sees the old broad." "Well I wouldn't do that if I were her," Stephanie said coyly. "We all know what you would do, and did. Saying 'I do' only seemed to make you say 'I will' to anyone who asked." "Ah, poor little Gabriel is upset because his sister is a slut." He shot her a dark look and moved to the bar, pulling out a little bottle of scotch. He'd hate himself when the bill came later, but right now he needed a drink. Twisting off the top, he drank it down and exhaled loudly when it was finished. "Or is Gabriel upset because it was all the other boys and never him?" "I let that ship sail a long time ago," he said quietly. "All you ever wanted to do was tease me and I'll never know why." "What if I told you the reason I went through men like tissue was because none of them were you?" He stared at her a long time, searching her eyes for some sign that she was toying with him yet again. He couldn't make anything out though, but he wasn't sure if it was because she wasn't deceiving him or if he really wanted it to be true. "That's pretty messed up," he said at last. "Yes, it is," she replied softly. Stephanie came up behind him, her arms sliding under his and coming up to hold his chest. Her fingernails dug into his flesh, creasing the white tuxedo shirt as she pressed her body against his. The pressure of her chest pushing into his back caused Gabe to close his eyes as he tried to ignore the way her body made him feel. "I'd never have left you alone on our wedding night," she said quietly. Gabe felt her hands leave his body, the loss of her touch making him ache. He kept his eyes closed and then he heard the soft snick of the door opening and then she was gone. *** "So how is married life?" Stephanie asked, smiling brightly at the young waiter who brought her another drink. The sun shined brightly as they ate at a sidewalk cafe, Jenny off with her mother on a rare Saturday that Gabe didn't have to work. Finding her brother free from any obligation, Stephanie jumped at the chance and took him out. "It's okay," he said without cheer. Two years had passed and things had cooled considerably between Jenny and he. Unable to conceive, the pair had been to fertility specialists up and down the coast, none of them able to come up with any reason for the problem. Gabe hadn't been too concerned, but it weighed heavily on Jenny's mind. It had become a point of contention between them, Jenny going so far as to question his masculinity because of it. "So why the long face?" Gabe didn't want to go into it, not really. Talking about Jenny behind her back, to Stephanie of all people, was never a good idea. She would use it against him, he knew, but somehow he needed to share this burden, to let it out. So he told her, told her everything. "Wow," she whispered when he'd finished. "When fucking becomes a chore. Holy shit, I can't even imagine that." "Well I wouldn't really expect you to," Gabe said testily. "You were never with anyone long enough to get bored." "I would never get bored of you," she said in that half teasing manner she used with him. It was always said in just such a way that he was never sure just how serious she was. "Yeah," he said taking a long drink from his glass, his voice sounding tired and far away. "I would have gotten bored of the guys hiding in the closet or under the bed." "Is that it? Was that what I did wrong?" she searched his face, gauging his reaction. "What are you saying?" Gabe turned to face her, his questioning eyes not believing she was still on about that. "Don't you ever get tired of tormenting me?" "Sorry," she said demurely, fueling her brother's confusion even more. *** "My god, if your mother asks me about grand children one more time, I'm gonna tell her you are shooting blanks!" Gabe fought the urge to snap back, he knew his voice carried in the small house. Growing up he had to take great care even when masturbating not to make too much noise or everyone would hear. A fact his sister used to her advantage, needling him about his activities and making sure he heard hers. Now that they were cramped into his childhood home, his widowed mother down the hall in his old room as they occupied the master bedroom, he wondered again if they hadn't made a mistake by not staying at a hotel. Certainly being this close to Stephanie, who was ostensibly snug in her old room, had put him on edge. Christmas in the old house. It was his mother's idea and she had hounded him until he gave in, surprised to find out that his sister had already agreed. Once they arrived the accommodations had seemed cramped, causing Jenny to shoot him an annoyed look. He wondered how she would expect him to make it up. He thought of pulling her close, snuggling with her, but his wife only gave him a incredulous look. Apparently there was no love to be had in mom's bed. He couldn't blame her, though he guessed that it mattered less that it was his mother's bed than everything else that had happened. Another six months of fertility treatments, for them both, and still no result. Sex had become a task to complete, like the dishes or the laundry. A child was to be made of love and passion. With a chuckle, Gabe thought it was no wonder Jenny had never become pregnant. "What?" she asked, her voice loud in the unfamiliar room. "Nothing," he replied softly, shaking his head. "It's always nothing with you. You laugh, but its nothing. I swear," she left the thought unfinished. Snapping the book she was reading shut, she clicked off the light, glad they would be leaving in two days. Gabe stared at the ceiling, the creaks of the old home familiar and he felt as if he was a child again. He remembered the years of growing up, his sister and he playing at games during the holidays. Running up and down the hall, in and out of the house, their parents shouting at them to keep it down. In a flash he was a teenager, almost out of high school and he was pushing his sister's bedroom door open. It was the first time he'd seen her topless. Her breasts, full and round, hung penduloussly off her chest, capped by rosy nipples stiff from the cool air. She'd seen him in the mirror, had known he was staring the whole time, but had never moved to cover herself. His awe struck face was the greatest compliment she'd ever received. Gabe stared at the seemingly perfect skin, so smooth and soft, he ached to touch her. Then he felt his body react and he looked down to see that his cock had grown long and hard. His shorts were pressed out where the ridge of his flesh strained at the fabric. Looking up he saw that Stephanie had seen him and there was horror in her eyes. Shaking his head, Gabe slipped out of bed and down the hall. He needed a drink of water and made his way to the kitchen. In the darkness he felt his way, the layout of the home close enough to they way he remembered he made his way unscathed. Making it to the kitchen he looked about as the light of a street lamp spilled in through the window At last he pulled a glass out of the cabinet and poured himself some water. His thoughts wandered back to his sister. Stephanie had turned over a new leaf. She hadn't dated anyone in a very long time. Six months, he thought with wonder. He didn't think she'd ever gone that long without a man since she was a teenager. Why the change? he wondered. "Penny for your thoughts," Stephanie said. In the soft light of the refrigerator he saw her. Dressed in a camisole top that hung loosely over the edge of her tits, the shape and size of her nipples could be made out even in the shadows. His eyes dropped lower, the soft pink sweats that covered her legs drawn up barely over her hips, leaving a bare strip of her tummy visible. "Oh I don't think I'd like to give you that much ammunition," Gabe said with a smirk, taking another drink from his glass. "Am I still haunting your dreams?" She struck a pose, her hip cocked as she leaned forward, the top dipping dangerously low, displaying the crease of sweet flesh where her breasts came together. "Would it make you happy if you were?" Gabe asked, fighting the urge to adjust his cock. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that her tease had gotten to him. "Sort of," she said quietly, her voice almost pained. Gabe considered his sister. Perhaps she'd grown up, something he never thought he'd say about her. "Sort of? That almost sounds deep." "I know I can never have what I want," she said after a long silence, "but it can never be. Anymore I'd be fine with whatever I can get." "What are you talking about?" Gabe asked, placing his glass in the sink. "You," she whispered. Coming up behind him and pressing her body against his like she had done the night of his wedding. This time though, his back was bare and her breasts were not hindered by a bulky bra, flesh almost touching flesh, the closest they had ever been and it made Gabe light headed. Her hands circled around him again, this time one caressing his pecs, the other settling on the lower part of his stomach. Gulping, Gabe tried to control his breathing, though his heart raced in his chest and his cock, that had been slowly coming alive before, suddenly lurched in his shorts. He could hear nothing but the rush in his ears as Stephanie pressed herself against him. "Why?" he pleaded softly, shaking his head, trying to clear away the haze that had settled over his brain. "Why do you torment me?" He spun around, pushing her away, taking a hold of her wrists to keep them from returning to his body. "I don't know," Stephanie said softly. "It's the only way I know. It's what I've always done." "What do you want from me? Do you just enjoy seeing me in pain? Hating myself because I want my sister-" "You want me?" Stephanie interrupted, her eyes filled with unbelieved hope. She stared at him expectantly, the silence between them becoming a yawning chasm that threatened to swallow her. "Well?" she prodded. "Y-yes," Gabe admitted, closing his eyes in shame. "I've always wanted you. I've wanted you since that day." There was no need to clarify 'that day'. It had been a pivotal moment in her life as well, though Gabe never knew. She had spent most of her life trying to recreate the feelings she felt that day with some man other than her brother. In the end, it had resulted in failed marriages and a string of doomed relationships. Hating herself for what she felt, she let herself be used as punishment for the sin in her heart. Now to hear that her brother felt the same- "I'm sorry," she said, a pained look in her eyes. "I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to torture you. I never believed I was pretty until I saw you look at me. I've been spending my entire life trying to get you to choose me." By the time she was finished she was crying, tears streaming down her face freely as she leaned against the wall, her sobs wracking her body and making her breasts jiggle. Gabe cursed himself for thinking of her body, for the reactions his own body was having because of her. Here she was, his sister, crying for god's sake, and he couldn't look past her shell. He of all people should see the inner beauty, the person she was. But she'd hid that person. Hid it from everyone because of her forbidden love for him. In a rush, he couldn't think of any other way to help her. Taking her face in his hands, he tilted her chin up, her eyes startled and a bit confused, though they softened as his face lowered and their lips met. With a ravenous hunger she opened her mouth, thrusting her tongue into his as her arms wrapped around his shoulders and clung to him. Sister Affair A part of Stephanie felt guilty, knowing that she was stealing what was rightfully Jenny's. If she knew her brother, which she believed she did, she guessed that he'd never given his bride the fucking that he'd always wanted to give his sister. Stephanie made a mental note to let him, because making love in their mother's house was never going to satisfy them, but for the moment, it was all they had. She grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, pushing him onto a chair. Gabe watched in amazement as his sister pushed up her top and pulled his face into her sweater puppies. His mouth opened wide, drooling and spreading his spit across the soft flesh, the nipple sliding between his lips deliciously. With a soft cry, Stephanie grabbed the back of his head as he nibbled and sucked upon her tit, his hand groping and squeezing the other orb hungrily. Her hand snaked down into his crotch, her fingers wrapping around his fleshy pole, stroking him slowly as she fed him with her bosom. The feel of his snake in her hands was the pinnacle of her life. So long had she dreamed of this moment that she couldn't keep from shaking. He throbbed in time with his racing heart, wetness pouring from the tip as his body prepared to penetrate hers. She was gasping loudly, the moans escaping unnoticed until Gabe was sliding his fingers into her mouth, trying to shush her. With a start she looked about, suddenly afraid her mother and sister would be in the doorway, their eyes filled with anger and judgement. There was no one there though, their secret was still undiscovered. "I can't wait anymore," Stephanie gasped. She pushed her sweats down, the bright red panties brought down as well. In the darkness, Gabe could only make out the shape of her thighs, but the smell of her arousal was unmistakable. Pungent and heady, it filled his nose as he took in a deep breath, relishing in the scent of his sister, his lover. His cock throbbed steadily, aching as he could finally see the object of so many fantasies, so many hopeless desires. Stephanie climbed on his lap, straddling his legs and guiding his hardness to her entrance. The slippery tip pushed past her outer lips, sliding into her easily as her wetness engulfed him. Lowering her weight onto him slowly, she sheathed his sword, taking him into her body, feeling as if this was the one she had been made for. The small kitchen was filled with the sound of their union, the soft squish of her pussy being filled and then pulling back as his cock was withdrawn from her passage. Moans escaped their lips, muffled as they kissed heatedly, tongues batting back and forth, tasting each other. Gabe grabbed her hips, his fingers sinking into the flesh as he guided her movements atop him, unable to recall any act of love making that had ever felt like this. For the briefest moment his heart panged with guilt that he had betrayed his wife, but her stolid demeanor, her uninspired, mechanical approach to sex had jaded him. This, this passion he felt with his sister, this unbridled lust, this was what he was meant for. If Jenny found out, so be it. Until then, he'd take his chances and be with Stephanie as much as she'd let him. "Oh god, oh god," Stephanie whimpered, her nails dragging across her brother's back, leaving scarlet trails of passion. She rocked in his lap, his shaft rubbing against her mons, pulsing against her clit that had peeked out from under its hood. Her body shook as orgasms rippled through her body, the intensity of being with her brother super charging her nerves, making every touch electric. Gabe's cock grew ever harder, his sister's soft cries as she clung to him urging him on. He guided her thrashing hips, pushing and pulling her harder against his body as he charged towards his release. He wasn't even worried this first time had been so quick, there'd be other chances to show his prowess as a lover, right now he could only think of his need to finally claim her. As he imagined cumming inside of her, it happened. Clutching each other, their bodies covered in a light sweat, they held on as if they were hurtling over a cliff. Pulse after pulse of sticky seed emptied into her, the warm feeling filling her with a joy she had never known before. Gabe held her tightly, the feel of bare skin on skin filling him with an inexplicable calmness, a happiness that had been missing for so long. "Oh god, you're still so hard," Stephanie said after a time. His cock was still buried deeply in her, the result of their coupling sloshing loudly whenever she shifted her weight. "Can you go again?" she asked quietly. Gabe nodded and winced as she pulled herself free. Bending over at the waist, leaning on the small table, she presented her body for his taking. The pale light of the street lamp illuminated her like a pinup model on some sports car. The curve of her ass, dipping into the small of her back, it all seemed so perfect, like an adolescent fantasy coming true. He stood, unable to say anything as he pressed his cock against the slippery folds of her sex, the head swallowed up instantly in her slick channel. Stephanie closed her eyes, the familiar sensation of rapid fire mini-cums tearing through her. Her slot was being stretched, the feel of his shaft filling her blinding her as the pleasure claimed her conscious mind. Slap - slap - slap, the sound of his body pressing into hers filled the room. Stephanie's buttocks shook and jiggled as he pushed into her steadily. Gabe fought the urge to cum again, suddenly relearning that sex was about more than trying to plant a seed in a womb. For the first time since he and Jenny had started trying to have kids he was grateful that all of the fertility treatments hadn't worked. Five minutes after they'd started, Gabe came a second time, sending more milky jizz into his sister's cunt. He came with a strangled moan, trying to keep from waking his mother and wife. Stephanie sighed, smiling brightly as tears streamed down her face, wetting the table she'd eaten at as a child. At last Gabe pulled free, their bodies separating in a loud plop and then a cloudy river of fluids leaked from the inflamed petals of her pussy. Stephanie stood up and kissed her brother, relishing the feel of her tits pressed against his chest, wrapped safely in his arms. They kissed for a long time until the chill in the air required they either fuck again or put on clothes. They walked through the living room in the dark, their fingers entwined as they tiptoed around the furniture. He watched as Stephanie slid her bedroom door closed, their eyes locked on each other until the last. Walking towards the room where his wife lay, Gabe couldn't help but feel stunned. He never expected anything such as this to happen to him, he'd grown accustomed to the tortured teasing his sister constantly put him through. How would this change things? he wondered as he tried to fall asleep. *** "You seem chipper," Natalie, Stephanie and Gabe's mother, said. Stephanie just smiled, the crisp morning air seeming to agree with her as she laid out plates for breakfast. The two women had gotten up before the others and started cooking for the morning meal. Stephanie hummed as she worked, another uncharacteristic behavior. Her mother eyed her carefully as she tended to the sausage in the pan. "Morning," Gabe said, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he came up behind his mother and planted a kiss on her head. "Did you sleep well?" Natalie asked. "Like I haven't in years," Gabe said with a soft smile. Natalie noticed her daughter's satisfied smirk, wondering again what had come over her oldest child. Things were not normal, that was for certain. "Are you hungry?" "Famished," he answered his mother, taking a seat and accepting the cup of coffee his sister had poured for him. He drank from it without thought. "Mmm, this is what I need!" "Thought you could use that," Steph said, her bright smile beaming as she looked at him. Gabe poked at her and she giggled gleefully as she spun away from his wiggling fingers. Stephanie looked up, her face sobering as she caught her mother's confused look. Attempting to appear more normal, Stephanie kept her giddy looks to herself until her mother was more occupied. Jenny came into the kitchen, her hair and makeup already done. She was dressed as if she were ready to go to work while everyone else was still in pajamas. Sitting at the table she took a bite of dry toast and accepted with thanks a cup of coffee. Gabe and Stephanie's faces dropped to a more serious demeanor, their earlier mirth seemingly forgotten. Natalie regarded the three of them with an arched eyebrow. Unable to come up with any reasonable explanation, she shrugged, sure it would come out in due time. For his part Gabe tried to ignore the way his sister's tits jiggled hypnotically beneath the camisole she wore, his fingertips remembering the feel of them from last night. His eyes were glazed over as he stared, unaware that his wife was watching him closely. "Any new boyfriends?" Jenny asked, looking at her sister expectantly. "No," Stephanie answered. "I've been taking some time to just take care of me lately." Her eyes locked on to Gabe's, silently willing him to be normal. His intense scrutiny was making her uncomfortable, certain his odd behavior would elicit his wife's suspicion. "Well it seems to suit you," Jenny remarked. "You look really good lately. I don't think I've ever seen your skin looking better." "Really? Why thank you! I have found this new cream that is just fabulous. A friend of mine just started selling it. She's going to make a mint." Gabe drifted out as they spoke about make up and other girly things he had little interest in. He was grateful his wife's attention was diverted as it allowed him to ogle his sister's body unnoticed. By the time he got up from the table he was sporting half a woody, his boxers bulging where his cock was lengthening down his thigh. He stepped out of the kitchen behind his wife, who luckily never saw his condition. But Stephanie did, her eyes following him until he was out of the room, biting her lip as she longed to feel him in her again. *** "Well I think it's a great idea," Jenny was saying. "The trust will allow me to make a withdrawal and so long as I repay it within a year there won't be any penalties." Gabe just looked at her over the paper. She was dressed in one of her power suits, another busy day at the office he gathered. Her work at the law firm, where she was a junior associate, was mostly grunt, but she'd climb the ladder if she kept it up, and Jenny was nothing if not persistent. She'd just outlined her plan to invest a sizable chunk of money into Stephanie's friends cosmetic company. The plan would require his sister to leave the bay area and come south to Los Angeles and try to move product in their market. Jenny seemed convinced that in no time they'd be rolling in the money. The only part that gave Gabe pause was where Stephanie was going to live in their guest room until things really took off. "You sure about this? Living with Stephanie is not going to be easy." He kept his tone neutral, not wanting to seem too eager or too negative about the prospect of his sister living down the hall. "That's sweet," Jenny said, flashing him a smile. "I know we haven't gotten along well in the past, but ever since Christmas well-", she paused, thinking. "She seems different. Like she's really grown up. We talk, really talk now. You just need to give her a chance, you'll see." Gabe kept his reaction well guarded. Since Christmas, he had seen Stephanie a handful of times. Twice he'd made it up to her apartment near the bay area, spending an entire day making love to her without worry. The other times Stephanie had come to town, visiting their house twice. The excitement of carrying on a secret affair had been a wonderful thrill for them both at first, but it had taken its toll on Gabe. He felt himself withdrawing from Jenny. Telling himself that if his wife had wanted to, she would have seen the changes and would have done something about it. But the longer it went on the more Gabe was convinced that Jenny didn't really care anymore. The slippery slope of logic led him to believe that she didn't love him, which only drove him to his sister even more. "Kisses are never so sweet as when they are stolen," Stephanie had whispered in his ear as he nuzzled at her neck in his kitchen during her last visit. Jenny was in the living room waiting for their return with refreshments. She stroked Gabe's growing hardness through his slacks, still enjoying the game of watching him try to hide his excitement. "I can't take this anymore," Gabe said. "I need you more than once every couple of weeks." "I know, I know. Patience. Things will work out." She patted his face and then left him to adjust himself before his wife wondered where they were. So it was that three months after their midnight tryst at their mother's breakfast table, Gabe found himself hauling in his sisters suitcases and depositing them in the guest room twenty feet from his own bedroom. Jenny and Stephanie were busily talking shop in the kitchen while he played porter. He fingered the latch on one of his sister's bags, wondering if he could find her underwear before someone came looking for him. With a growing stiffness in his jeans he left the room, unwilling to risk getting caught over something so frivolous. "Ok, I have to run," he could hear Jenny saying. She had delayed going to work that morning, waiting to welcome her new business partner before she rushed off to the office. "Look through the printouts, and if you feel like it, give a call to the places I've highlighted." Stepping around the corner he saw his sister at the door, Stephanie smiling broadly as Gabe came into view. "See you later. Bye honey!" Jenny waved and then she was off to her car. Shutting the door, Gabe turned to look at his sister. They stared as their hearts raced, pounding in their chests loudly. The sound of his wife's car faded as she drove away, soon it was silent again. Stephanie stepped closer, her eyes locked onto his as she came up to him. Before she could say anything his hands were on her face and his lips were on hers, his tongue thrusting into her stunned mouth. She melted into his embrace, wrapping herself around him as much as she could. "Oh fuck," Gabe growled as he broke the kiss. "I couldn't wait for her to leave! I thought I was going to explode!" He pulled her tight again, his lips pressing forcefully into her soft ones, Stephanie fighting back the wince, feeling just as excited as her brother. They fell to the couch, tearing at each other's clothing until there was a pile on the floor. His already steel hard cock poked her thighs as he climbed atop her. Stephanie spread her legs for him to crawl between as she welcomed him back to her pussy. "Oh baby," she whispered hotly in his ear. "I don't think I can go that long without you ever again. Promise me you'll never make me wait that long again." "I promise," Gabe croaked, his mind exploding in colors as he sank into her. She was just as tight as he remembered. The feel of her body swallowing him unlike anything he ever felt with his wife. Their lovemaking was intense and without restraint. Stephanie cried out loudly as he brought her to peak several times in rapid succession. "Oh fuck! Fuck me Gabe, fuck me!" Gabe tried to hold back, to give his sister as much pleasure as he could, but it was too intense. He shot off into her thirsty cunt, filling her with his seed. Stephanie never got around to the printouts Jenny had left her. After their first fuck Gabe carried her into the guest room and dropped her onto the queen size bed. He lifted his sister onto his upright cock and made her ride him until he shot another load of cum into her insatiable body. Before Jenny returned that night Stephanie had been fucked four times and had taken her brother's cock deep into her succulent mouth while they showered. "Didn't get much unpacking done today," Jenny remarked that night as she headed towards bed. Stephanie looked up as she sorted through the piles of clothes on the bed. "Yeah, guess I was a bit wore out from everything." "No worries," Jenny smiled. "You have lots of time to get settled in." Stephanie smiled as her sister left, hoping that Gabe was right in his belief that Jenny wouldn't want sex while his sister was in the house. "I could be here for months," Stephanie said in wonder. "She wouldn't really expect you to go without for that long. Would she?" She gasped when he only nodded. "Gabe, I'm not coming between you guys am I?" She scrunched up her face as she heard the words she had just said. How could she not think that? She was her brother's mistress for god's sake. "I mean, I know I am, but -" They were laying in the guest bed, the sheets pulled up over their naked bodies. Sunlight streamed in through the soft curtains. It all seemed too real to her now. The first time it had been in the dark, it all seemed so clandestine and sneaky. Now, in the light of day, she worried that her sister would return home any moment, expecting to catch them in the act. "You didn't make me do anything I didn't want to. If everything between Jenny and I was okay it never would have happened. She pretty much shut me down a long time ago. I guess she just expects me to live off the scraps she leaves me when she decides it suits her." "What about a baby? Doesn't she still want one?" "I think she gave up. She's consumed by her work now it seems." He sat up and looked at her, "Didn't you think it was odd that she was suddenly interested in investing in your friends company? Jenny was never into that kind of stuff before." "Yeah, but I didn't think about it too hard. I was just glad she suggested I move in. After that, I don't think I really heard anything she said." "It just struck me odd. Money never seemed to matter that much to Jenny before. Since she gave up on the baby, I think it's the only thing she cares about. She certainly doesn't care about me," he finished softly. "I'm here to care about you," Stephanie said, smoothing his hair. "I'll always take care of you." He kissed her deeply, feeling more loved than he could have ever remembered. Working as a producer at a local television station it was easy for Gabe to shift his schedule. He made it so that he didn't have to go into the office until nearly noon, coming home after the late news. Jenny left for work most mornings by eight, leaving Gabe and Stephanie three hours alone each day. In the evening Jenny would often be asleep by the time Gabe would arrive home. Those first days were like a honeymoon for the couple. As soon as Jenny's car was down the block they were all over each other. Stephanie would untie her robe, revealing her naked body beneath and squeal in delight as her brother took her in countless positions. Some days Gabe would sleep in only to be woken by his sister settling her bare pussy over his mouth while she stroked his morning hard on to full glory. When he was roused from slumber and lapping properly at her fount, she'd take his rod into her mouth and suck ravenously, searching for his cream. At night he'd come home to find Steph waiting up for him. A wet kiss and a plate of food, warm and ready for him to eat as they caught up on each other's day quietly. They spoke softly, afraid to disturb Jenny. When he was through they'd sit quietly on the couch, watching the late night talk shows. If he became aroused, she'd slip her hand in his pants and stroke him gently until he could take it no longer. She'd put a finger to her lips before she'd pull him out into the open and then suck on his cock until he came in her mouth. On occasion she'd convince him to take her to bed and fuck her. Stephanie loved falling asleep with her brother's load of cum dripping from her satisfied cunt. Sister Affair Gabe often thought that it was as if he were truly married to his sister instead of Jenny. That idea had begun to weigh heavily on his heart and each night when he crawled into bed with his wife he felt a growing guilt. Not towards Jenny though, but to Stephanie. She deserved him, all of him. Not just the secret part they shared when no one else was around. He'd made up his mind to say something when everything changed. "You're what?" Gabe asked incredulously. He was thankful that Jenny had left the house already so he didn't have to keep his voice in check. "Pregnant," Stephanie answered dully. The little stick still was in her hands, the window clearly showing a plus sign. "How the fuck did that happen?" he asked, his hands pulling at his hair. "I think the usual way," she answered non plussed, looking up at him worriedly. She'd known for a week, had taken the test every day since she suspected. Each one came up positive. For a second she had considered taking care of it quietly. The thought had passed though, her brother would never forgive her if he ever found out. Besides, it was the one thing she could give him that she couldn't. "Are you sure it's -" "Finish that sentence and not only will you never see me naked again, I'll make sure you lose everything in the divorce." Gabe flinched. His sister had never spoken to him like that in his entire life. He swallowed hard, realizing that he was about to accuse the woman he loved, who loved him, of cheating on him. A couple of years ago it wouldn't have been hard to imagine that Steph had a guy on the side, but not now. The old Stephanie was a memory. "Right," he said at last. "What do we do?" "Well, are we keeping it?" she asked tentatively. "Yes!" Gabe said loudly, rising up from the couch where they'd been sitting. "After all this time of trying you think I'm going to give it up?" "What will we tell Jenny?" "We'll think of it when the time comes. For now let's just be happy." They kissed tenderly, their fingers entwined. Stephanie felt her love for her brother blossom, feeling more protected and wanted than ever before. She was happy, truly happy, that she could give her brother a child when he had thought for so long that he couldn't have one. Breaking their kiss she led him to her bedroom, closing the door behind him as he sat on the bed. She pushed him on his back and undid his pants, pulling his underwear down around his thighs to free his growing manhood. Taking him into her mouth, she sucked his cock until he was fully hard. Climbing onto the bed, she pulled up her sweater dress, revealing her satin bikini briefs. Peeling back the panel of her underwear that covered her pussy, she held his cock steady as she slipped the head into her entrance and then sank onto him fully. "Fuck me daddy," she whispered. "Fuck the mommy that's going to make you a father." With a growl Gabe attacked her, flipping her onto her back and controlling the pace at which they fucked. Plowing between her legs, feeling her soft thighs gripping his waist, his nostrils flared as he bore down on her. Stephanie loved the feeling of being taken, being used for his pleasure. She was cumming steadily within a minute, her juices coating him liberally and spilling out onto the bed spread beneath. "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum in you again," Gabe said, suddenly aware of the power of his ejaculate. "Cum in me! Cum inside my pussy baby. I want all your babies, I want to have all your babies!" Afterwards they lay in contented silence, drifting off to sleep for a time. Gabe woke when his cell phone rang. Rummaging through his trousers he finally pulled it out and opened it. "Yeah? Yeah, taking a personal day, sorry for not calling earlier. Tell Jake to cover for me. I'll be in tomorrow." "I think I'll take the day off as well," Stephanie said, motioning him back to bed once he hung up the phone. Stephanie had followed Jenny's plan. She had contacted all kinds of beauty salons and left samples all over Los Angeles. Within three months the calls started coming in, they were moving product at a growing pace. At the end of the third month they had a website built and a growing number of clients who were ordering online. Most days Stephanie spent her time making phone calls concerning product inventories, driving out deliveries and managing the online payments that were coming in. She was working on breaking into the department stores, Jenny working on finding the right contacts to make it happen. In the evenings the two women worked side by side while Gabe was at work. As the baby grew inside Stephanie, so did her gloat. She held her tummy as if she were pregnant, even though she hadn't started to show. Jenny gave her odd, questioning looks from time to time, but her sister just laughed her off. "The skin cream seems to have done wonders for you Steph," Jenny said one night as they sipped coffee at the dinner table. "You're absolutely glowing." Stephanie could only smile, wondering how Jen could be so oblivious. She'll know the truth soon enough, she thought. Another month passed and Jenny and Stephanie had finally had a breakthrough meeting with the buyer of a smaller department store chain. They only had twelve stores in the south land, but it was the start of something big, both women felt it. Now all they had to do was put in the order for two hundred fifty cases. Jenny and Stephanie returned home, both heady with excitement. Popping the top on a bottle of champagne, Jenny poured two glasses and offered one to her sister. "Come on, have a drink with me," Jenny prompted. "What's the matter?" "I just don't think I should," Stephanie said, her hand sliding over her tummy once more. The gesture was not lost on the other woman. "Are you, are you pregnant?" Jenny asked, amazed. Gasping when Stephanie nodded, she continued, "How far along?" "About six weeks," Stephanie answered. "Oh my god! How wonderful! I didn't even know you were seeing anyone. How could I have been so blind? Well, I guess I need to drink two glasses!" Gabe came home to his wife laughing giddily and staggering about. Stephanie just shrugged when he gave her a questioning look. "What's going on?" he asked. "Oh baby! We have such great news!" Jenny said loudly. "We sold to Farthingston! They are going to carry our product in all twelve stores. They ordered two hundred fifty cases!" "Wow, that is wonderful! We'll be rolling in dough in no time." Gabe hugged his wife and then his sister, though she held him tight longer than he thought prudent. When he shot her a warning look she only shrugged. "Wait! There's more!" Jenny announced, her voice still way too loud. "Steph's preggers!" "Oh shit," Gabe cursed, shooting a look at his sister. "Why the hell did you tell her?" She only gave him that same noncommittal shrug. What was she playing at? Gabe wondered. "Did you hear me, babe? Stephanie's going to have a baby!" Jenny appeared not to have noticed their exchange. "Isn't that wonderful?" Gabe watched as his wife went to the kitchen for another bottle of champagne. Whirling on his sister he hissed, "I thought we decided to tell her when you were showing?" His angry whisper didn't phase Stephanie though, she kept her face still, trying not to let the grand smile she felt show. "She guessed," Stephanie answered, unfazed by his intent look. "She kept pushing the champagne on me. I couldn't drink it. It didn't take Sherlock Holmes." "What's gonna take Sherlock Holmes is finding out who the father is," Jenny slurred as she came back into the room, the open bottle sloshing wildly. "Did you know she was seeing anyone, Gabe?" "Uh, no. No I didn't." "When do we get to meet him?" Jenny asked. "Well, I don't think that is going to happen actually," Stephanie said slowly. "Why not?" Jenny pressed. Gabe tried to hold her back, his hand grabbing her shoulder warningly. "What? Why shouldn't we meet him? What's so secret?" They could see the hurt in Jenny's eyes. Tears were being barely held in check as she struggled wildly, finally pulling free from Gabe's grip. "Who was it? Who is the father of your baby?" Jenny stared at her accusingly, the anger plain in her face. "Some guy, huh? Some one night stand you can't even remember. You probably can't even picture his face. I thought you had changed." Stephanie took a deep breath, ready to unleash hell on her sister. On her tongue were months of anger at the neglect she showed Gabe, the way she took him for granted, the way she treated him like an unwanted dog to be kicked when she had a bad day. All of this was about to spill out, but Gabe came between them. He pushed Stephanie into the kitchen before he wheeled on his wife. "You have no right to treat her that way. She's done everything we've asked, she's been a god damned saint while she's been here." "Winding up pregnant with no man in sight? You call that a saint?" she spat. "She's not sixteen and you aren't her mother. If she wanted a baby she doesn't need our permission." "She doesn't deserve it! She's a whore!" Jenny screamed. Gabe didn't plan to slap her, his hand was just moving of its own accord. The glass shattered on the tile loudly, causing Stephanie to flinch wildly in the next room. Jenny's mouth hung open in shock, her hand touching her stinging, reddened cheek. "You son of a bitch," Jenny whispered softly. "How dare you hit me? I'm your fucking wife. You know what I can do to you?" "What? Are you not going to sleep with me more? Kind of hard to cut me off anymore than you already have." "Oh? Is that what this is about? You wished you would have married some tramp like your sister?" Gabe reached back to slap her again, satisfied when she covered up to protect herself from the impending blow. Lowering his hand he just spun around and headed into the kitchen. "Go to bed," he called over his shoulder. Gabe and Stephanie stayed in the kitchen, afraid to talk openly for fear that Jenny would hear. "We're fucked," Stephanie whispered. "Everything is taking off, but its all in her name." "What do you mean?" Gabe said, confused. "The face cream, Farthingston, all of it! They've ordered two hundred fifty cases, that's worth over a hundred thousand dollars to us, not to mention the growth it will mean. It's all for nothing," she whispered. "I don't know about all of that," Gabe said lamely, "but tomorrow you and I will go. We'll pack our things while she's at work. We'll go to a hotel until we can figure things out." He hoped that by that time Jenny would have sobered up and calmed down. He could smooth things over and make this work. He had to. "I don't want to wait that long Gabe," Stephanie said. He could see the fear in her eyes. "She hates me. Hates me because I'm carrying a baby. I'm going to be a constant reminder of what she can never have." Gabe knew she was right. They had to leave tonight. The decision he'd been dreading for months, the line he hadn't been able to make himself cross, it had been forced on him. Stephanie was scared and rightfully so. What would Jenny do if she guessed that her baby was his? He shuddered at the thought, unsure of what his wife would be capable of in the face of such betrayal. "Wait here," he said and then he stole down the hall. Keeping a keen ear on any sound coming from his bedroom, Gabe grabbed the empty suitcase in Steph's room and filled it with clothes, hoping he'd grabbed enough of everything to make it work for a couple of days. When he was done he grabbed some of his clothes from the hamper and then he tiptoed back to the kitchen. Like thieves in the night they slipped from the house, driving off in his pickup truck. "I feel like our new life is starting tonight," Stephanie said as they drove down the city street. Gabe looked at her and smiled, taking her hand in his and squeezing it tightly. They found a motel and checked in. Gabe ushered her into the tiny room, grateful that it was at least clean. For a long time they huddled together on the bed, Stephanie clinging to him as he wrapped her in his protective arms. "Let me see your hand," she said. "No the other," when he offered his right. "You don't need this anymore," she said, wiggling his wedding band. "Take it off. Tomorrow I'll buy you a new one. One that's from me." "We can't get married Stephanie," Gabe said plaintively. "Why not?" "Because you're my sister, or have you forgotten?" "You are Gabriel Henricks," she said slowly. "Uh huh," he agreed lamely. "What's that got to do with anything?" "Well, why can't Gabriel Henricks marry Stephanie Johnson?" Gabe couldn't believe his sister. She had kept her married name from her last divorce. Had she planned this for so long? His mind swam with the thought. "Would anyone guess that those two people were related?" "I guess not," he whispered, pulling her in for a kiss. *** "Gabriel Henricks?" the stern voice on the phone said. "Yes?" Gabe answered, his nerves shaken from the tone of the man on the line. Two weeks had passed since they had left the house. Jenny had called him once, wondering if their marriage was truly over. She didn't seem to upset when he said that it was. He and Steph had found a tiny apartment. The empty rooms reminded him of his early years with Jenny, it seemed an appropriate start with Stephanie. "The Gabriel Henricks married to Jennifer Stall Henricks?" "Well, not for much longer," Gabe answered with a huff. "Sir, my name is Special Agent Barnes and I'd very much like to talk to you concerning your wife's financial dealings." Soon he was in a plain office, a bottle of water set in front of him by a smartly dressed woman as two men in dark suits waited patiently for her to exit the room. When the door closed they opened a file and placed on the table a number of balance sheets and log books. "Do you know where your wife got the money to invest in your sister's company?" Agent Barnes asked. "She said she had a trust fund she could borrow from," Gabe answered slowly. "Did she say what trust fund?" "No." "Had she ever mentioned a trust fund before this?" "No," Gabe said, worried that he was going to be dragged into this mess. "I thought maybe her aunt or her grandfather had set something up for her." "Do you know how much money she invested into the company?" "Twenty thousand dollars," he answered. The two men whispered, one gesturing towards the spreadsheet. After a minute they turned back to him, their jaws set firmly as they considered him. "Mr. Henricks, if we have reason to believe you are lying to us you will be implicated in this mess. Now, are you sure it was only twenty thousand dollars?" "Look, I have the books she used for the business. I can show you how much she put into it." The men looked very surprised at his words. "You have the books? The ledgers she kept?" "Yes," Gabe answered shakily. "I can get them for you." Within half an hour they were at the apartment, the agents very excited to be holding the accounting ledgers Jenny had kept. As they pored over the pages, Stephanie pulled Gabe aside. "Did they say what this is all about?" "Not yet, but I think Jenny made a very bad mistake. One that may help us out." Gabe shot her a bright smile and then kissed her on the lips. The men looked over the notes for a while and then they needed to head back to the office, Gabe was to come with them. "I'll be home soon," he said, her hand clinging to him as he stepped out the door. His eyes darted down, looking again at the diamond engagement ring around her finger. "I love you," he said before he left. *** "Jenny, they know." The words hung in the air and for a moment he thought she might have hung up. He was back in the offices of the FBI. They'd provided him a script to follow, the points he needed to cover with her. Gabe didn't think she'd listen, but it was his best hope. "Who?" "Your firm, the SEC, the feds. They know you embezzled the money and they have all the proof." Gabe had to fight to keep his voice steady. So much was riding on this phone call, he'd never felt such pressure. "You're lying. If they did you wouldn't be on the phone with me." Haughty. He could almost hear the sneer in her voice. "Look Jenny, you got one chance to stay out of jail. Turn yourself in, sign some papers and tell them where the other eighty thousand dollars is stashed. Do all that and you might only get probation." "Bullshit," she snapped. "They don't have jack, which is why they are using you to get to me. Well, sorry Gabe, I'm not playing this game either." The phone went dead in his ear and he set the handset on the base. Wiping his hand through his hair, Gabe exhaled loudly, unsure of where this left him. "Don't worry Mr. Henricks. She's scared. Now she'll make a mistake." Gabe wasn't so sure, but he hoped they were right. That night as they ate take out in their thread bare apartment the phone rang. Gabe answered, his eyes coming to life excitedly as he listened to the agent. "Thank you. Thank you so much!" he gushed and then hung up. "What is it? What happened?" "Jenny tried to move the money! She had the other eighty thousand stashed in a self storage unit. They followed her and when she came out they pulled her over on a traffic violation. The money was on the seat next to her." "My god, how stupid can you be?" "It's beautiful though! She signed the papers. ALL of the papers!" Gabe shouted ecstatic. "What papers?" Stephanie asked slowly. There had been no mention of papers before... "The annulment papers and-" Gabe started to say. "She admitted the marriage was a sham? You aren't married to her anymore?" Stephanie joined him in his excitement. Suddenly their future was free and clear. "Not just that, she signed over controlling interest in the business to you!" "But why?" Stephanie asked, stunned. "She hates me, why would she do that?" "Part of the package that I set up with the feds. She had to sign it or she'd go to jail, it was an all or nothing deal." Stephanie jumped up and kissed him deeply. "Do you know what this means?" she asked as she broke the kiss. "We can get married tomorrow." "Mm, I think we should go to bed and celebrate. What do you think?" Gabe said as he pressed his lips to hers once again. "I think it's bad luck for the couple to fuck on the night before their wedding," she giggled. "Don't think of me as your fiance, think of me as your brother." *** "Here you go Ms. Stall. Gabriel left this last bit for you after you signed all the paperwork." The agent slid an envelope on the table towards her. Jenny picked up the envelope, eyeing the man with distrust, expecting some last twist of the knife. Ripping it open she pulled out a single sheet of paper folded in half. She read it quickly. "God damned whore!" she screamed, her fist clenching and crumpling the paper. The agent picked up the paper, unable to control his curiosity, he smoothed it out and read: The baby is mine. G.