8 comments/ 47252 views/ 12 favorites Beauty in the Dissonance Ch. 01 By: Stardog Champion It had been a good decade since 34 year old Kyle Doran set foot in his parent's backyard. Closing his eyes as he inhaled the crisp, early morning air, he was instantly met with the overwhelmingly nostalgic scent of honeysuckle. The longer he stood there with his eyes closed, Kyle could almost feel himself being transported back to his youth. From the metallic rumble of the old central heating unit that was somehow still working, to the shrill echo of the train whistle from the tracks that crossed Main Street four blocks away, he may as well have been 15 years old all over again. By the time he opened his eyes again however, the cruel grip of reality had settled back in. His shoes getting wet from the heavy dew in the grass as he walked towards the now dilapidated basketball hoop still nailed to the oak tree at the far end of the property, the methodical planner Kyle had grown into went through the mental checklist of everything that had to be done if he was going to be able to sell the family home. Having made note of the half dozen or so 'For Sale' signs in the neighborhood as he drove over that morning, Kyle tossed several of the small rocks he'd picked up against the rickety old backboard, watching each fall through the netless rim and back to his feet. Selling the house, given the market, would prove to be difficult, and even if they did, the cost of the necessary upgrades and repairs would surely cut deep into any profit they'd make. Kyle knew they could leave it be until the housing market improved, or perhaps they could touch up enough things to possibly rent the place out for a year or two. "Then there's the other option," Kyle cringed as he kicked at the wet ground. He then felt the terrible taste of bile suddenly rise in his throat when he turned to look towards the back porch after hearing the rusty screen door swing open. "You don't have a cigarette on you, do you?" Kyle's younger sister, Nina, asked in her own uniquely dreadful hung-over voice. "No..quit two years ago," Kyle replied dryly across the yard. "Can I borrow a couple of bucks then so I can run to the store?" Nina absently shot back. Kyle was really happy now he didn't bring his wife or young son down for the chore he had to do. When he'd left the town of Gresham just after turning 18 to go off to college, he'd made a pact with himself never to have to move back to the tiny hamlet just east of Portland. There were a myriad of reasons for that, but one was standing in the form of his younger sister, begging for a few bucks so she could get a pack of smokes. He'd landed a job with a IT company in Eugene after school and was now doing a ton of freelance work. While not exactly fulfilled, he had carved out a somewhat decent existence, and coming home to see just how little had changed reminded him that he could have had it much worse if he'd stayed and fallen into the same traps Nina had. "Yeah..hold on a second..I'll be right back up there," Kyle called back to the disheveled 29 year old woman standing pensively against the loose railing. Kyle gave her a $10 bill and told her to keep the change, knowing she probably wouldn't bring it back anyway. At least the Ten wasn't enough for her to go out and buy 'anything else' with, he was just content for the time being to get her out of the house so he could have some peace and quiet to think out the next few days and weeks. Kyle's dad died 12 years earlier, a victim of a drunk driver. It wasn't the most sympathetic thing however considering Ted Doran was also intoxicated the night of the accident, sadly as he was most evenings. Living with a woman like Fern Doran wasn't the easiest thing to do sober. Kyle didn't have to search far for all the reasons Nina had turned out the way she had, the only thing he truly couldn't grasp was how he got off lucky and dodged many of the same maddening demons so many of the other people in his gene pool hadn't. Fern had struggled mightily since Ted died, no doubt wallowing frequently in her own guilt about how she treated her husband and kids all those years ago. Perhaps it was also why she hadn't come down as hard on Nina since Ted died as she probably should have considering the litany of poor and immature decisions the girl continued to make up to the day Fern Dolan had a stroke a week earlier. Up from Eugene to try and get the family's affairs in order, Kyle had thankfully found a rehabilitation home for his mother, but there were no guarantees she'd ever walk out of the place. There was enough in his mother's savings to pay for things for awhile, but Kyle knew eventually it might have to come down to selling the house to keep up her care. And now Nina was left to fend for herself, which shouldn't have been a problem for a girl in her late 20's. Unfortunately with the way she'd been babied and coddled, not to mention the decrepit circle of friends she'd surrounded herself with, there were serious doubts she was ever going to be able to pay the bills, and run the household without anyone looking over her shoulder. And the last thing Kyle had the stomach for was babysitting his 29 year old sister. The thick, aromatic stench of cigarette smoke permeated every room of the house. His mom had been a pack and a half a day smoker for as long as Kyle could remember. Add in everything Nina, and God knows who else had contributed, and for a reformed smoker like Kyle, it felt as if his head was going to explode unless he got some fresh air. Surveying one room after another before ducking back outside, the dull throb in his temples only worsened as he added up the potential costs of just making the house rentable. Kicking at a pile of Nina's discarded clothes that blocked the entrance to her upstairs bedroom, it didn't take Kyle long to see her organizational skills hadn't improved since they were kids. "Girl's in her late 20's and she has a half dozen thongs strewn across the room," Kyle noted with wry amusement, thanking his lucky stars his wife had bore him a son instead of a daughter. The brief moment of internal levity was quashed when he inhaled the unique scent in the room and saw the matching paraphernalia scattered across Nina's dresser. Once again, Kyle patted himself on the back for not giving his younger sister more than a $10 to run to the store. The potential costs of upgrades and touch-ups to get the house presentable rolling over like the national debt inside Kyle's head as he continued to tour through the house, the sound of the front door opening downstairs stirred him from his financial malaise. Heading back towards the steps, Nina wasn't going to be hard to find from the trail of exhaled Newports billowing out behind her as she headed towards the back porch. Deciding he needed some fresh air, and hoping to nail down some decisions about the future while Nina was both awake and somewhat sober, Kyle followed her outside. _____________________________ Nina's response, while predictable, left Kyle ears and skin feeling singed. The mere mention that they might have to put the house up for sale engendered a profanity laced diatribe of bitterness and hurt. The logical reasoning that they may need to money from the house to pay for their Mother's medical care, not to mention keeping up with the monthly pile of other bills that were scattered randomly throughout the house, certainly quieted Nina down slightly, leaving her fidgety as she chain-smoked the pack she just bought. Still, she continued with the occasional snipe, leaving Kyle with no choice but to ask, "Do you think you can keep the lights on each month..do you think you can pay the insurance and the taxes....do you think you can keep any food in the fridge if all of Mom's retirement is going to pay for the rehab center?" Now Nina just stood there silently, looking barely half her age as she stared dumbstruck off into the distance. "You just want to take all the money from the house and leave me out on the street," she finally bowed up and growled across the porch to her older brother. A growl that quickly turned into a primal scream of a lifetime's worth of frustration. The neighbors to each side would have most likely been stirred to the window to see what was going on if they all hadn't already left for work. "You're Twenty-Nine fucking years old, Nina..and you still act like you're Five," Kyle shoved his fingers through his hair as he scolded his younger sister, immediately hating himself for being so harsh. "You don't think mom's ever coming home, do you?" she asked, her voice on the verge of breaking. "I don't know," Kyle sighed, the swirling emotions causing both to stand in silence for quite awhile, like two boxers in their opposite corners on the porch waiting for the next round. The rabid glaze of adolescent entitlement that had been so prominent, for so long, on Nina's face was disappearing before Kyle's eyes, replaced by the fear of having to fend for herself that had been behind the curtain all along. "You think you had mom and dad fooled..that you were always the good kid," Nina suddenly spoke up in a voice that startled Kyle in it's resounding resoluteness, as if she had been saving what she was about to say for a very long time. Before Nina could continue on however, the crush of everything bearing down on her overwhelmed her meager emotional defenses. Sensing the exasperation fade from Kyle's watering eyes, Nina instinctively rushed across the slick, wooden planks of the porch and disappeared into her older brother's open arms. For the next several minutes the two shared a good long cry as the Sun slowly rose to the east. The chill between them cracked somewhat, once Nina and Kyle pulled away from one another a load seemed to be lifted from both their shoulders. Walking down the steps as she wiped away her salty sobs with the back of her right forearm, Nina made her way over to the same old swing set in the corner of the yard where she always went as a little girl when the world became too much to handle. A long refreshing wave of reflective silence washed over the two as they scanned the back yard, each remembering some of the good times that took place there along with some of the bad, knowing there was a chance it might not be theirs much longer if they had to put the house up for sale. Lazily pinching at the chipped paint of the railing as Nina swung slowly on the swing set 50 or so feet away, Kyle finally broke the silence. "You're gonna break that, you know," he chided. "I weight the same thing I did in high school," Nina shot back, although she did grip subtlety tighter to the chains to each side of her as she dragged her feet back and forth through the thick, dew soaked grass. "So what were you hinting at a few minutes ago when you said you weren't the only fuck up in the house while we were growing up?" Kyle's curiosity finally got the best of him. Nina rolled her eyes and stifled a slight giggle, obviously not wanting now to ruin the detente that had settled between them. "Are you talking about the time I stole that money from mom's purse to buy that baseball bat," Kyle inquired with a wry laugh. "No," Nina chuckled, twisting her head to the side as she began to blush. "I did that plenty of times myself." "Had to be the time I blew up the Kimball's mailbox down the street with those firecrackers," Kyle continued to offer suggestions. "No," Nina once again replied. "I always wondered who did that..SHIT....and now mom's too incapacitated to ground you and the statute of limitations have probably run out...WOW!" Kyle was really at a loss now as he stared incredulously at his sister. "Then what!?" he animatedly put his hands out. "Wendie Shulman," Nina sort of batted her eyes and growled under her breath as she rocked a little harder on the swing. Kyle didn't need long to percolate over the name of one of his girlfriends from high school. "What about her?" he asked, somewhat apprehensively. Kyle still didn't know what Nina was hinting at until he caught her stealing a couple of peeks towards the utility shed on the opposite side of the yard. Then the starch started to dissolve in his legs. The aforementioned Ms. Shulman had been quite the experimental freak back in the day. She also happened to be the daughter of the family's preacher at the time. Kyle had grown up with Wendie and once they'd got to high school with its on again/off again relationships, they'd taken their turn 'dating' for a few weeks during his senior year of high school. The longer he kept that mental file of Wendie opened in his brain, the more Kyle cringed. "I skipped school one morning..ducked out after a test I had first period and snuck home after I knew mom had left for work," Nina began. "I thought I'd have the house to myself all day but when I got home and the front door was unlocked, I knew something was up. I walked inside and instantly smelt perfume I knew wasn't mom's. I couldn't hear anything upstairs so I walked into the kitchen. That's when I looked out the window and could hear something going on over there," she continued, nodding in the direction of the shed. Now it was Kyle's face that had devolved into several shades of red. "Do you want me to go on?" Nina jabbed. "No..No...I don't think you have to," Kyle sighed, his head swimming as the sensory imprint from that day 16 years earlier suddenly overtook him. ______________________________ Nina Doran hadn't been the only one to play hooky from school that particular morning. Kyle had never been the type to cut class. Being the clean-cut, All American personification of every mother's son, Kyle had also taken the mantle of being the 'man of the house' since his father had died. Thus, he generally minded his P's and Q's. For a boy of his age, and burgeoning hormones however, to have an opportunity to date a girl like Wendie would have clouded most any guy's good judgment. Considering she was the daughter of the family pastor created quite the taboo for Kyle, and add that to the fact that he'd always seen Wendie as untouchable growing up just added to the allure of actually having a chance with her. Wendie Shulamn epitomized the old saying about butterflies to a tee, part of the reason she had one tattooed on her lower back. As the old saw went, 'she went where she pleased and pleased where she went.' Actually, from what Kyle had heard recently from one of his old school chums, Wendie currently had five kids and was working on her second divorce, but back in high school, she was about the most prime piece of ass on the market, and for three weeks or so, Kyle lived in a constant state of disbelief that she was his 'steady'. If the inner boy-scout had any qualms about skipping out of school on that day in question a decade and a half earlier, the way Wendie Shulman's pussy felt gripping his unfathomably rigid teenage that morning, as she suspended herself from the rafters of the family shed, alleviated any concerns. In his lucid moments, Kyle could still feel Wendie's ankles locked around his lower back as she hung from the rafters, working her pussy in a savage rhythm around his prick until he had no choice but to spew his searing lust. Thankfully, he'd taken the time to slap on some protection before he'd penetrated Wendie, but Kyle's already quivering knees basically turned to jelly when the object of his affection unhooked her legs and dropped down from her perch. Before Kyle could even clear his head, Wendie had lowered herself down on her knees at his feet and worked the cum-soaked condom off his jock. Looking down through the haze of the dimly lit shed, Kyle watched as Wendie orally cleansed his cock to a glorious spit-shine until it was fully aroused and ready for another go-around. Their teenage libidos stoked, the two would spend the better part of the late morning and early afternoon christening several rooms of the Doran house, completely unaware they weren't alone. _____________________________________ There was one lone window to the shed, and even back then between the cobwebs and dusty build-up, it was nearly impossible to get a good look in or out of it. Despite the sounds coming from the shed that morning years earlier, Nina still felt compelled to ease out the back door and down the porch steps to investigate. Even with the limited visibility, one quick peek inside that clouded pane of glass was all she needed to see. Retreating quickly back inside the house, Nina grabbed her bookbag and made her way upstairs to her room where she would spend the rest of the day hiding out. Hearing Kyle and Wendie enter the house a half hour or so later, Nina huddled behind her locked door like a prisoner in solitary confinement as her older brother and his trampy teenage lover went from room to room through the house over the backdrop of the gameshows and soap operas playing on the tv downstairs. "Hearing my own brother fucking a girl in the room across the hall while Bob Barker told someone 'they just won a new car' scarred me for life," Nina would later deadpan. Kyle's antenna wasn't exactly tuned towards the frequency of humor as Nina's secret admission bounced like rubber balls around his head. He was numb at how matter of factly she relayed the story, of course she'd had the past 16 years to absorb and process the memory of that day. "So..you heard..everything...?" Kyle grimaced, unable now to meet his sister's taunting gaze. "Most of it I guess..the tv was up kind of loud....I know mom would have burned the sheets if she knew what you and that slut did on her bed," Nina replied. She watched as her brother turned with an incredulous groan and disappeared inside the house. Kyle suddenly needed a drink, and something stiffer than the glass of water from the sink that he was going to settle for at that moment. His hand noticeably shaking as the glass filled, Kyle even dribbled some of it off his chin when he tried raising the water to his mouth. Swallowing two full glasses, against his better judgment Kyle then walked back outside, the rising Sun to the east suddenly feeling like a spotlight in his face as he stepped back out on the porch. What had been the most joyously perverse day of his life now tainted by the knowledge that his own flesh and blood was there to take in the whole thing. Ever fancying himself the social tactician, Kyle was at a complete loss over what course to take with this surreal interaction. "Just ignore it..just let it go," his inner rationale tried suggesting but Nina continued to prod. "From the sound of things downstairs, its lucky we still had a dinner table to eat off of," Nina piled on, seizing on the moment as her brother's face turned a glaring shade of hibiscus. "That Shulman girl was such a slut..seems like a lot of preacher's daughters go in that direction..most of the boys in my middle school even knew about her reputation back then..I sure as hell hope you wore a rubber when you were with her!!" "From what I remember, I did," Kyle half laughed and cringed. "Can we change the subject...its a lot more fun talking about all your shit, Nina!" Raising her hands higher on the support chain of the swing, Nina rocked back and forth a little harder as her brother stewed in his juices. "Did you ever think about bringing her into my room..fucking her on my bed?" she asked just when Kyle thought she was about to drop the topic for good. The stunningly blunt query left his already slack jaw completely unhinged. All the eloquence and condescension she'd grown to both love and loathe about her brother had suddenly been muted. On a conscious level, Nina truly had no clue the road she was going down, merely flying on some sort of primal autopilot as she slowed her swinging motions and stood up in the tall grass that had years earlier overtaken the bare spot below. Beauty in the Dissonance Ch. 01 The backlog of failed and corrupted relationships in Nina's past could have filled a spiral notebook. Nearly 30 years old, the only person Nina could truly count on was her mother, and now she was institutionalized, possibly for good, on the other side of town. In terms of sibling rivalry, it was natural she looked at Kyle's successful career, marriage and family as something she'd never get the chance to attain, but this cut much, much deeper. There was an such an unspeakable emptiness filling her that when she suddenly felt some shred of power over him by relaying that story from a half a lifetime ago, for the first time in years, Nina couldn't help but feel a warmth long forgotten well deep inside her. Control over her destiny, perhaps. Gliding seductively through that thick, dew soaked grass until she was ascending the steps of the porch, Nina could sense Kyle trembling each time she inched closer. The weight of her previous question still hanging heavily in the air as she put her first foot up on the planks of the porch, Nina edged up to Kyle and asked him another much more pointed question, one that would change the course of their lives forever. _________________________________ Nina's whispered words stabbing like daggers inside his head, Kyle was helpless to just stand there as his younger sister swept by him and made her way back into the house. The statement she'd left him with had been so brazen and raw, Kyle spent nearly a minute or so trying to process it all. "She's just a troubled girl," he tried convincing himself. "Other than holidays, you've barely been around her in over 10 years, between the drugs and her own faulty wiring, she's just not a stable human being." Clenching his hands tight around the railing of the porch as what felt like boa constrictors now twisted angrily in his gut, Kyle rocked back and forth as what Nina said took root inside his brain. Turning to face the back door with tears of discontent burning his eyes, Kyle's legs felt encased in concrete as he trudged towards the door, eventually re-tracing Nina's steps through the kitchen and living room before betraying every fiber of his moral character by slogging up the steps to her room. Rounding the staircase once he reached the top, Kyle walked towards Nina's room with the same gait as a man being led to his execution. Once in Nina's doorway, it took quite a few deep breaths for him to even look up and peer inside. When he did, his worst fears were realized. Kyle's baby sister was reclining on her bed, still fully clothed in her shorts and tee-shirt with her back propped up against several pillows as she stared a hole straight through him. For a girl who could never make up her mind about anything, Kyle was startled by the stoned resoluteness in her gaze. The 'stoned' part making sense when he caught a whiff of the joint she'd just lit. "Wanna hit?" she asked her brother. Kyle knew a dose of THC in his system would probably help calm his frayed nerves given the circumstances but he dismissed Nina's offer. Watching her take another long drag, Kyle fumbled with his tongue, and tapped his already throbbing head against the door frame, trying to think of something tangible to say. "Like a car with a jammed transmission," Nina thought to herself, sensing if there was a next move to be made, she'd have to make it. "Wendie Shulman was the best fuck you ever had, wasn't she?" Nina propped herself up on her elbows and asked. "Your wife seems like a nice lady, but I'm betting she hasn't ever come close to doing some of the things Wendie did to you that day here in the house?" she added, seeing the look of discontent only grow in Kyle's eyes. "That's one thing we have in common," Nina cryptically offered, leaning further forward when Kyle had to catch his right hand against the frame. "I was out at a bar a few years ago and low and behold, I ran into Wendie. The years haven't exactly been kind to her but she still had that same sort of sexual aura she always had. Turns out she's bi, Kyle. Anyway..I didn't have the balls to bring her back here to the house like you did, but we did get a room over at the Best Western. Bitch can eat pussy just as good as she sucked your dick," Nina re-lived the night for Kyle, who's face was now as gray as ash. "She had no clue who I was..that I was one of her ex-boyfriend's sisters..But like you...after all these years, she was the best fuck I ever had." "You want to know the crazy part, Kyle," Nina continued when she saw her brother's inability to speak. "When she was going down on me, I couldn't help but think back to that day we both skipped school and the sounds she made come out of your mouth..I got off thinking about that..and sadly..wondering if I'd ever be able to make you make those sounds. I still think about that a lot," she added that one last verbal blow, and for the briefest of instants was sure she saw Kyle's knees buckle. "I still remember the way you'd steal a peek at me at the pool on occasion or when I'd be walking around the house when we were growing up...I'll ask you the same thing I asked you outside, Kyle..have you ever thought about what it would be like to have sex with me?" Kyle wanted to scream, 'You're my sister' or "No dammitt..this is all wrong', but nothing but a low and raspy rattle trickled from his lips. >From her vantage point on the bed, Nina could see the words clotting in her brother's throat by the way his Adam's Apple silently worked up and down. Scooting forward on her twisted sheets until her feet were touching the floor, Nina stood up and began the slow and methodical trek to the doorway. The clear scent of Kyle's fear and apprehension rising from his pores, Nina inhaled it freely as she noticed his breathing cease. She'd never seen her brother this unsettled and that only added to the vivid and poignant rush of warmth that tingled from her fingers down to her toes. Easily a half a foot shorter than Kyle, Nina didn't even try to look up to meet his disillusioned gaze, knowing if she did, she might not have the fortitude to take the final steps forward. Once within arms reach, Nina just stood there, allowing the world to stop around them. Then, without so much as a word, she dropped to her knees at her brother's feet and calmly raised both hands up to his crotch. Kyle's knees shaking in front of her eyes the instant she grazed her right hand across the crotch of his Dockers, Nina gently massaged her left along the inside of his right thigh until he was trembling uncontrollably above her. Rubbing her palm up and down over the front of his pants, Nina allowed Kyle no time to collect his jumbled thoughts. Before he could so much as utter a single word, Nina unzipped his fly and deftly reached inside. ____________________________ From the time Nina had rose from the bed and made her way across the cluttered floor, she'd seemed like a hazy blonde blur to Kyle, like something out of a dream. He was still telling himself none of this could be happening when she knelt at his feet and began shamelessly rubbing his cock through his trousers. His knees now jelly as he propped himself up in the doorway, Kyle knew his 210 pound frame could come crashing straight down on top of his sister if he tried reaching down to stop her. His knuckles white as he pressed his hands against each side of the frame, Kyle felt the rug of his willpower jerked out from beneath him when Nina tugged his aroused cock free. The image of his sister holding his rapidly inflating prick in her cupped hand seared forever into his saucer shaped eyes, Kyle nearly fainted when he watched Nina part her lips. Before he even had time to whimper or breathe, over a third of his erect penis disappeared inside her mouth. The sheer disbelief of seeing his sister's face and his own manhood connected below brought shivers to Kyle's spine. An hour earlier he'd walked into his childhood home in an attempt to settle some of the affairs of his ailing mother. Now Kyle Doran found himself standing in his little sister's doorway with her kneeling at his feet, sucking his dick with reckless urgency. Any chance of trying to say," Hey Nina..you know...maybe this isn't such a good idea," faded for good the first time the bulging head of his prick slammed into the back of his sister's throat. "SHIT," he couldn't help but gasp out loud, the echo of it causing Kyle to cringe as it ricocheted through the otherwise silent house. Forced to relive millions of random images of growing up with Nina as he stared down at the unholy sight below, Kyle didn't know if it was worse processing it all in the light of day or trying to close his eyes and survive it all in the solitude of self imposed darkness. The instant he tried that however, Kyle was left yearning to see what so few men ever had, a young woman brazenly lavishing her brother with her undeniable oral talents. The quiver inducing sensation of Nina's tongue rolling around his turgid shaft made the floor feel like quicksand beneath Kyle's feet. Eventually, he had no choice but to take his hands down from the door frame and place them on top of Nina's twisting head. Nina had been spot on with her subtle dig earlier about his wife, Samantha. Sex had never been what one would call imaginative with her, even during their days of passionate infatuation. Once their child came along, between the dual crush of parenthood and careers, Samantha and Kyle had become as much roommates as husband and wife. Needless to say, the memory of his high school romps with Wendie Shulman still occupied a special place in Kyle mind, and having Nina dredge it up only caused it to be more glaring given the frustration he was feeling on so many levels. What Nina was doing now however, was dredging up things Kyle hadn't even known he'd buried. His fingers digging forcefully into his sister's tangled blonde hair, Kyle began shoving his hips forward as Nina knelt there, eagerly absorbing everything he could throw at her. Feeling her hands grip tight at his buttocks, Kyle pupils flared seeing his entire dick disappear between Nina's gaping lips. The curly pubes that crept out from his unzipped fly tickling his little sister's nose, Kyle let out a low, rumbling moan of impending ecstasy as he felt the head of his dick start sliding down Nina's welcoming gullet. Whatever qualms he would have morally after the fact, Kyle was on the verge of shooting his scalding seed straight down Nina's throat. The rapid and disjointed way his feet tapped at the floor combined with the way his cock plumped on her palate communicated that fact to Nina, and with one cat quick motion she pulled her mouth away, leaving Kyle's spit soaked cock flailing like a wild and disoriented animal. The expression on Kyle's face was a perfect match to that of his twitching and agitated manhood. His glazed eyes glued on Nina as she spun and walked back across the room, Kyle stood there in the doorway with his cock jutting majestically from his fly as his sister lifted off her tee-shirt then pulled down her shorts. "She's fuckin' naked and standing right in front of me," the fried circuitry inside Kyle's head blared as she eased her bare behind down on the mattress then turned to face him. The scent of her arousal smacking Kyle's senses the instant she parted her legs for his approval, he felt the laser burn of her unflinching gaze melting every ounce of his will. Sibling or not, the same primal pull that had brought billions of lovers together over the millennia now caused Kyle to put one foot in front of the other until he was standing beside his little sister's bed. Staggered and broken, looking like a parched desert explorer might stumbling upon an oasis, Kyle hungrily surveyed the naked woman below. His lower lip visibly flinching as he watched Nina roll her fingers through the glistening pink folds of her ripe and ready sex, just like that punch-drunk castaway at the edge of a life sustaining pool, Kyle dropped down to his knees and collapsed forward. ___________________________________ Like the tentacles of an octopus, Nina's legs encircled Kyle's head as soon as his lips came to rest on the folds of her swollen labia. Locking her ankles around his back as she caressed his cheeks with her thighs, Nina hurled her backside upwards off the tangled sheets as she clasped her fingers into her brother's hair. She had no idea how long Kyle had secretly nourished the thought of doing such a thing, but given the enthusiasm he chewed and sucked at her sopping wet vaginal slit, she was sure it had been quite awhile. Seeing him blindly raise his hands higher up her chest as he swirled his tongue through her musky lust, Nina eased her hands free from Kyle's head and locked her hands around his, guiding them all the way up to her breasts until they could massage the pale orbs in gloriously obscene unison. When she craned her head up far enough to see down, a wickedly satisfied gleam shimmered in Nina's stoned eyes at the shiny mask of her vaginal lather that now covered Kyle's entire face. Whether it was Nina's nearly narcissistic need for attention at all costs or a genuine desire to have her brother in such a way, she could feel an infinitely intense sense of power welling inside her once Kyle's tongue found the nub of her raging clit. Helping him tweak her nipples as he blindly pawed her breasts, at some point Nina slipped her hands back down to her brother's scalp and dug her fingers back into his hair as she tightened the vice of her thighs around his head. "OHFUCKYESSSSS!!!" she spat as she began to hump her crotch upwards against the whirling dervish of his tongue. "Make me cum Kyle..Please make me cum," she begged like a sad and desperate little girl wanting candy. "Yeesssss...Eat my pussy Baby ..Make me cum..Pleezzzeeee make me cum," she prodded as the smacking sounds of Kyle's oral feast radiated through the room. It wasn't long until he did just that. "YYYEEEAAAAHHHHHHAAAHHH YYEEAAAHHHHHHHHHFFUUU..FFUUU...FFFUUCCKKYYEEAAAAHHHHHHHH...OHGODKYLE..OHGOD..KYLE..OHHHHHGGAAWWWWDDDDD," Nina wailed, filling the entire house with the cries of her violent release as she wrapped every fiber of her being around her brother's buried head. Nina rocked and writhed for nearly a minute, scrunching her entire body into a fetal ball around Kye's face until the adrenaline coursing through her began to subside. When she finally did begin unwrapping her arms and legs, allowing Kyle to ease the smothering grip his lips had on her drenched fissure, Nina held her breath, desperate to see her brother's face after committing such a wanton act. Her vision skewed at best from the lack of blood flowing to ber brain, just as Nina peered deep into her brother's eyes she felt his hands close around each side of her waist. Within a second he'd flipped her 180 degrees until she was face down on her matted sheets. Rutting backwards, Nina could feel Kyle's hands drift down from her waist and come to rest along the inside of her thighs. With one mighty rip, Kyle forced her legs open from behind, causing a rush of cool air to immediately bathe Nina's red hot genitals. It wasn't long, until something just as warm, and far more solid, was pressing against her steaming womb. Nina had no clue if this was Kyle's preferred position, or he just couldn't bring himself to look in her eyes if he was going to go through with such a depraved deed. Either way, Nina felt herself swirling deeper into a whirlpool of bliss with each inch Kyle's manhood took hold inside her. Feeling his hands possessively snare her waist as he grinded his groin down on her bare behind, Nina clawed at the pillows to each side of her tear soaked face. "GODDAMMITT KYLE..FUCK ME..FUCK ME HARD," she arched her head backwards and cried, shivering when she felt the warm cascade of his groaning exhales wash across the back of her neck. Squeezing the muscles of her cunt with everything she had, Nina felt Kyle's hands reach underneath her until he was greedily scrubbing her clitoris with one hand and kneading her wildly swinging breasts with the other. "Come on Kyle..fuck me hard....harder...fuck me hard..I want to feel you cum inside me..come on Baby..bust your nut all the way up inside me," she whispered back, each painfully torrid word causing Kyle's impaling rhythm to intensify until her womb was flooded with his rich, potent seed. ___________________________________ Not that it would have stopped him in the least, but just as the first strands of his semen flooded the depths of Nina's vaginal cavity, out of the corner of his eye, Kyle caught a glimpse of his sister's container of birth control pills. Closing his eyes and nuzzling his face against the back of Nina's neck, Kyle allowed her to milk every last bit of the lust from his heaving balls. Completely spent, physically and emotionally, Kyle's chest came to rest on Nina's back and he wrapped his arms around her trembling torso as the fallout of what they'd shared settled around them. Neither dared talk for quite some time, but it was Nina who finally shifted around enough to raise her index finger up to her brother's lips just before she sensed he was about to break the silence. For the first time since the madness of the past half hour commenced, the siblings stared into each other's eyes, and neither saw a hint of remorse. When Nina did speak up a few minutes later, the suggestion she offered made the line they'd just crossed seem almost tame.... Part 2 to come... Beauty in the Dissonance Ch. 02 Lying to his wife had never been something Kyle Doran enjoyed. In the decade they'd been married, he could only remember a handful of times he'd so much as had to fudge the truth with Samantha, much less look her right in the eye and mislead her. When he told Samantha he was once again going back up to Medford to spend more time tending to the affairs of his ill mother, that part was true. What he conveniently left out, in the bluntest of terms, was that he was also heading up to his hometown to continue the unholy affair he'd consummated with his younger sister a few weeks earlier. As awkward as the post-coitus had been after their initial interlude together, the adrenaline and surrealness of it all permeated any concept of rational thought. Needless to say, the rest of that first afternoon, along with the drive back home to his wife was a blur for Kyle. Driving back to Medford a week or so later, he still hadn't come to terms with the internal typhoon of emotions over the Pandora's Box he and Nina had opened. It made it no easier when they went to visit their mother in the convalescent home that afternoon. Even though she was in a state where she could barely recognize her own two children, Kyle and Nina couldn't so much as make eye contact with each other at their mother's bedside because of the dreadful secret they now shared. The unease in public didn't stop them from fucking the shit out of each other once they returned to the house, however. With each successive trip Kyle made back home under the guise of tending to his mother's affairs, the guilt only ratcheted up. "You're cheating on your wife...you're having sex with your sister," those two realities would grind on his conscience over and over like a dueling sabers in Kyle's head, day and night. Still, the urge to do what he and Nina had planned for this particular night burned like brimstone inside Kyle, the same brimstone he was sure awaited him when the fires of Hell ultimately consumed him for the apple he'd so callously taken a bite of. _____________________________________ Kyle Doran couldn't remember the last time he set foot inside a seedy honky-tonk like "The Razor's Edge". Immediately met with a thick and pungent haze of cigarette smoke when he walked through the front door, Kyle needed to wipe his eyes several times and cough out the scratchy burn in his throat before beginning to survey the bustling place. The idea had been for him to enter first and attempt to make contact with Wendie if she happened to be at one of her favorite haunts that night, then have Nina trot in behind him several minutes later to seal the deal. One quick glance up to the bar through the soupy fog revealed his target, and to no one's surprise Wendie was surrounded by quite the throng of would-be admirers. Odd as it sounds, Kyle couldn't help feel a twinge of disillusionment seeing the quality of the suitors clustered around Wendie, deep down knowing one of them would probably walk out of there with her under normal circumstances. Somehow it cheapened the brief affair he had with her all those years earlier knowing how easily she handed out her treats. Having real doubts if he could work his way through the crush of people assembled around the bar to even try and garner Wendie's attention, before he could even try wedging his way through, Kyle heard her calling his name. Kyle could instantly feel the 'who the fuck is this little twerp' look from several of the drunken ruffians, but he politely glided past and took a seat beside Wendie. Seeing the assorted collection of drinks the men had used to try and sway her favor littering the bar in front of him, it didn't take long to inhale the scent of her breath to know she'd happy downed more than her share already. "You and you're wife in town?" Wendie asked, her voice slurred, and far more gravely than he remembered. Looking down at his wedding ring, Kyle sort of shrugged and told Wendie the truth, that he had been coming home every week or so to help sort his mom's affairs. Ordering a beer, the two proceeded to catch up as the harem of men gradually lost interest and scurried away to chase new prey. Watching her tap out the butt of her current cigarette, Kyle dipped his right hand into his pocket and pulled out a lighter to spark Wendie's next Marlboro. Even though he'd given up smoking years earlier, Kyle still carried a lighter whenever he went out, having learned nothing can help you win the favor of smokers more than providing a light in a pinch. Unable to fight the temptation to openly stare down at Wendie's exposed cleavage, as well as her crossed thighs as she sat a few inches away in a red miniskirt, Kyle found it increasingly difficult to understand what she was saying from the volume of the jukebox behind them. For the first time since kicking the habit, he felt an overwhelming urge for a smoke "Think I'll have one too," his defenses gave out. Even in the dim and hazy backdrop of the bar, Kyle could see time hadn't been a friend to Wendie. Her hair was several shades darker than he remembered, surely a dye-job to conceal the onset of gray, and given the liberal application of make-up, Kyle was sure life in the fast lane had taken it's toll on her face. Even her boobs sagged more than they should for a 34 year old woman, a fact not helped by her lack of a bra that evening. Rearing four kids had also eradicated any hope of regaining the figure she had when Kyle last saw her right after high school. The one thing she did still have however were those eyes, deep brown orbs that could melt any man's will, then swallow him whole once she had his undivided attention. So engrossed in his back and forth with Wendie, Kyle hadn't even noticed when Nina slipped inside the establishment and took her pre-determined place, opposite of them, along the rounded concourse of the bar. Whatever diversion Kyle offered had met approval from Wendie. Whether it was a choice of something different than the usual male fare she encountered on her trips out, or if she actually remembered fondly their brief tryst back in school, but the vibe of interest coming from Wendie was palpable. When she asked about his wife a second time, it was clear from Wendie's tone that the fact he was married wasn't going to stop her from allowing him to take her home if he was game. Casting a quick and telling smile across the bar to Nina when he noticed her take a seat, Kyle turned his full attention back to Wendie as they continued to chat. At some point, in an attempt to hear each other over the din, their faces closed together and they inevitably shared a kiss, then another. Knowing he could have probably whisked Wendie right out of there if he wanted, when Kyle pulled back from their kiss he made sure Wendie had a free line of sight to Nina seated on the far side of the bar. Ordering another round of drinks to keep the spirits flowing as the continued with their light and playful banter, Kyle felt his groin tingle when Wendie suddenly stopped in mid sentence. Seeing her stare off into the distance, Kyle followed the trajectory of Wendie's gaze until it landed square on Nina. "You OK?" he asked, playing perfectly coy. "Oh..just noticed someone I know over there," Wendie replied between sips of her bourbon. "One of the guys?" Kyle added with mock jealousy. "No..Not exactly," Wendie seemed to purr when she stole another quick peek in Nina's direction. Kyle could almost feel Wendie's pulse quicken in unison with his when Nina stood up and started walking in their direction. Spinning his barstool around to allow Nina room, Kyle took a long swig of his beer as his sister tucked herself between him and Wendie. Plastering on his best poker face, Kyle sat patiently as the two women exchanged pleasantries. "How have you been..its Nina..right?" Wendie said with her sauciest smile. "Been good...I see you some when I'm out but you're usually surrounded by so many guys I'd get mauled trying to work my way through," Nina grinned back. "You didn't have as many guys around tonight..this one here must be pretty special," she added. "Oh....this is a guy I grew up with..Nina...this is Kyle..Kyle..Nina," Wendie made the introductions without either party giving so much as a hint they already knew each other. "Nina..can I get you a drink?" Kyle politely offered as the two ladies proceeded to catch up. "Yes..thanks..rum and coke," she replied as if her brother was a complete stranger. ___________________________________ At that point, Wendie had no earthly clue Nina and Kyle were related. Being five years older than Nina, their paths never crossed in school, and even though her daddy was the Doran's family preacher for awhile, Wendie wasn't the type of girl who spent much time around church growing up. Having done some awfully kinky things over her 34 years, even Wendie may have been stunned by the proposition of a late night motel romp as the third wheel between a brother and sister. She simply walked out the bar that night, in joyous and drunken anticipation of sharing the rest of the evening with two lovers from her past, completely unaware the true depth of her perversion. For his part, Kyle felt like the cock of the walk as he strolled towards the exit that night, flanked by two of the most desirable women in the room. Meeting several of the greasy and jealous male faces on his way to the door, Kyle could clearly see their disdain over a clean cut guy like him walking out with a woman on each arm. Casting each sleazy mouth breather a boyish, almost apologetic smile, Kyle politely held the door open for Nina and Wendie then disappeared with them into the night. _____________________________ All this was headspinningly new for Kyle. Married for the past decade, the tryst with his sister had been the only time he'd been unfaithful since saying, 'I do'. The mere thought of having a threesome with two women at any point in his life had been something long relegated to his 'fantasy fodder file'. While certainly not as well versed as Wendie was in such matters, Nina did have some limited experience in the group sex department, granted on the few of the occasions she'd been so drunk or high, the memories of how it all unfolded wasn't what you'd call lucid. While the three did share in some benign small talk once they checked into the room, it wasn't long before Wendie was leaning forward on the perch she'd made on the edge of the bed, watching with eagle-eyed intent as Nina dropped to her knees at Kyle's feet and worked his aroused cock from his fly. "Damn..you don't waste no time, girl," Wendie chirped, a sunburst of heat radiating out from her womb and spreading throughout her body as Nina took Kyle's manhood between her lips. Pressing her free hand down on the crotch of her miniskirt to quell the burn beneath, Wendie took a long sip of bourbon from her glass. The sound of the ice jingling when she did mixed perfectly with the wet echo of Nina's oral talent. Slipping that free hand beneath the hem of her rided-up skirt, Wendie pushed it between her thighs and slowly began rubbing at the soupy mire of her lust as she took in the festivities just a few feet away. A lot of the times when she went out, Wendie wouldn't wear panties. Ever the exhibitionist and shock queen, whether it was a well timed Sharon Stone-like cross of the legs or a stranger's hand trying to feel her up on the dance floor, Wendie always loved the momentary look of awe on a man's, or the occasional woman's, face. Standing up from the bed as she finished the rest of her drink, Wendie sat the glass down on the nightstand then proceeded to seductively stalk around the couple in the center of the room. Eventually edging closer, Wendie put her right hand down on the top of Nina's head, petting the younger woman's hair as she eagerly gobbled her brother's cock. With her left, Wendie braced it behind Kyle's neck before leaning up and pressing her lips hard against his, causing her former boyfriend's knees to buckle from the overwhelming rush. Slithering her tongue down the center of Kyle's throat when she felt him begin to melt and quiver, Wendie dropped to her knees and came to rest so that her face was at the very spot where his bulging cock was burrowing between his sister's gaping lips. Placing her left hand behind Kyle's rear end to steady herself, Wendie used her right to fondle Nina's chest as she eased her mouth forward to kiss and nibble at overheated balls spilling from his fly. Swirling her tongue until it was working in two dueling blurs with Nina's across Kyle's pulsing shaft, Wendie simultaneously massaged his butt and his sister's tits until a loud, crushing groan belted from his throat. Stealing a quick peek up, Wendie watched Kyle's head rock backwards and his entire body began to lurch and heave. Within a few seconds she could feel his cock spasm just before flooding Nina's mouth with his bubbling froth. Wendie had a front row seat to see Nina's eyes cross the instant Kyle's cock exploded in her mouth. The sound of the man's grunts and groans rising like thunder above, Wendie could also hear the gurgling attempts Nina made as she tried to swallow her brother's creamy ejaculate. Admiring the way Nina's throat churned as ingested Kyle's copious seed, it was inevitable that some of it would begin seeping from the seal of her lips and roll like a milky white paste down her cheeks and chin. Pulling her lips from Kyle's spasming girth, Wendie wasted no time tilting to her right and planting them on Nina's the instant she removed her mouth from the head of her brother's still spewing penis. Ever the connoisseur, Wendie was amazed she still remembered the unique taste of Kyle's cum on her palate after all those years once she began helping Nina clean up the custardy remains she couldn't manage to swallow. Looking down at the two women kissing below, each of their faces glistening now with the sticky dew of his spent lust, Kyle did his best to commit the obscene beauty of it all to memory. Once the euphoria of his release began to ebb however, Kyle couldn't help feeling a twinge of guilt over shooting his wad so quickly with two such willing and eager women at his feet. Having repressed so many of his libidinal urges over the years, once Kyle stepped back and took stock, he sensed he had a couple of trips to the well left inside him. As if he needed any reassurance the night was far from over, Kyle watched Wendie slide on top of Nina then push her flat down on the carpet. Seeing his sister's fingers twirl through the back of Wendie's dark auburn hair, the volume of Nina's gasps only increased when the woman on top of her snuck her fingers inside Nina's top and began pinching and kneading at her soft breasts. Easing backwards with the dexterity of a drunk on a storm ravaged boat, Kyle settled down into the safe port of one of the room's chairs. His spent cock still dangling from his fly, he dutifully began massaging it back to life as he watched the two girls make out on the floor. _____________________________________ "Are you the same little slut that I remember?" Wendie hissed down to Nina, making sure she squeezed her tit extra tight when she said it. Nina's nod wasn't enough for Wendie. Sliding her hand down the girl's torso, Wendie slipped it beneath Nina's skirt and quickly wedged it against her swollen and moistened slit. "YEEESSS," Nina spat immediately when Wendie snared her clit, loud enough for her brother, as well as anyone with their ears cupped to the bordering walls, to hear. His spit-soaked cock turning back to steel in his steadily pumping hand, Kyle watched his sister envelope her arms and legs around Wendie as the two relentlessly continued to kiss and fondle each other. Amazed at the sway Wendie held over Nina considering they only shared a brief tryst years ago, Kyle reminded himself how the same woman had kept a psychic hold over him for nearly two decades. Removing his hand from his prick so he could unbutton his shirt, Kyle pupils shimmered like open flames as he watched Wendie peel away the layers of Nina's clothes. His dick standing at attention as he soaked in the sight in front of him, it appeared to curve in the direction of the two girls like an aroused divining rod. Unsnapping his jeans before resuming the grip on his cock, Kyle's heart was doing back flips in his chest as he followed Wendie's slow descent down Nina's body. When her face was right above Nina's waist, the blood in Kyle dick surged seeing his former girlfriend force his sister's skirt up in one clean jerk. In the blink of an eye, Wendie hooked her fingers beneath the miniscule front panel of Nina's lacy white thong before scrubbing her digits across the younger girl's puffy labia. Standing up and stepping out of his pants as the haunting sound of his sister's cries filtered through the room, Kyle walked over until he was standing directly above Nina. Stroking his meaty erection as he stared straight down at the twisted features of her face, Kyle pumped his dick even harder when Wendie pressed her mouth down on Nina's juicy cunt. Easing down to his knees, eventually Kyle took his place by his sister's side and kissed her on the lips. Feeling the energy coursing through Nina's body directly into his each time she exhaled, Kyle put his arms around her and held her tight as Wendie continued with her dastardly efficient deed below. Gently groping his baby sister's bosom as he nuzzled her neck, Kyle could hear the moist reverberations of Wendie's mouth lapping at Nina's sex. Seeing the way her tongue spun in a blinding blur through Nina's bald pussy, he could tell from the purrs rising from his sister's chest she was about to cum. Sliding back slightly to give Nina enough room to extend all four of her extremities, Kyle watched her wrap her arms and legs around Wendie's head just as she'd done to him the first time he'd gone down on her. Easing his right hand off her chest and down to her belly to feel the current rippling through her body, Kyle used his left to brush her stringy and sweaty blonde hair from her eyes so he could get a good look at her face as she approached the edge. "Does it feel good?" he whispered seductively into Nina's ear. "Ye...Ye.....YYEEEZZZZ," her voice broke as she bounced the back of her head up and down on Kyle's supporting arm. Given his recent experience measuring his sister's build-up to release, Kyle could tell from the jerky increase of her breaths, along with the way her hands and feet began to involuntarily tremble, that she was on the verge of letting go. Apparently, Wendie had quite the memory as well. Just as Nina's orgasm was about to trip, Wendie pulled her mouth free from Nina's cunt and calmly said, "Not yet." Gazing down in stunned silence at Wendie's face, now covered in the glistening hue of Nina's vaginal dew, Kyle felt a shiver go down his spine when he saw the domineering hold the woman they had in common seemed to have. "MMMMM........Please.....," he heard Nina beg, as if this wasn't the first time she'd been put through these sorts of paces. Wendie repeated the process once more, sealing her mouth over Nina's pulsing crevice. Teasing her front teeth along the ridge of Nina's aching clitoris, Wendie gouged her tongue deeply into the girl's soaked fissure until she was once heaving forward off the floor. His right arm embraced across his sister's trembling midriff, the only thing Kyle could liken it to was sitting beside a woman in the throes of labor. And in an eerie way that was exactly what Nina was trying to do, give birth to the burning lump of swollen want growing inside her, but only if Wendie would allow it. Feeling the heat from Nina's stoked cunt rising against the forearm he'd draped across her, Kyle petted the side of her scrunched face. Beauty in the Dissonance Ch. 02 "WWUUHH..WWUUHHHH..WWAAAHHHHH," she took one deep breath after another and groaned as Wendie hungrily sliced her tongue through her womb. His dick like a solid lead pipe poking into the side of Nina's fleshy right thigh, Kyle watched in shock as Wendie took Nina up to the precipice once again. Titling her gaze up the length of Nina's torso as she continued to dine on the nectar of the girl's flooded desire, Wendie could see the hazy look of desperation in Nina's dazed eyes. Feeling the girl's fingernails kneading her scalp like a kitten trying to make it's bed, Wendie measured the Nina's sighs then pulled away just before she could cum. "NOOOOO.....Ple.....Please.......," Nina winced, trying to pat her hands down on the fire raging inside her quim, but unable to because Wendie had cruelly cordoned the entire area with her right hand. Looking up at Nina with a maniacal grin as she hovered between the girl's interlocked thighs, Wendie reached over with her free hand and took hold of the hairy base of Kyle's full aroused cock. "Please let me cum...." Nina begged weakly yet again. "Oh, I will....," Wendie assured. "But you know what," she added as she slowly pumped Kyle's hard-on. "I'd much rather see you cum with your brother fucking you!" A grenade of silence suddenly detonated inside the motel room. The siblings' faces awash with mortification as Wendie playfully massaged both Nina's pussy and Kyle's dick, she alternated her gaze back and forth between both their frozen stares. "Lucky guess," she cooed with a sly, 'you cant fool Mother Nature', sort of wink. "I remembered you had a little sister when we were growing up. Honestly though, I never put two and two together until I looked up and saw you kissing and saw the resemblance..you both look too much alike to be random strangers..there must have been some real kinky shit going on in your house while you were growing up," Wendie shook her head and sighed. Kyle and Nina looked at each other with a mixture of shock and amazement at Wendie's powers of perception. "So who's idea was it to try and wrangle me into this sordid threesome?" Wendie laughed. One look was all it took for Wendie to know it was Nina. Feeling Wendie continue to pump the rigid shaft of his cock, Kyle could hear the gears grinding in his former girlfriend's head. When she turned her attention squarely on Nina and told her to climb on top of Kyle, Kyle watched as his baby sister tilted onto her side then pulled herself up on her knees. As if in a fog, Nina then straddled her brother's waist until she'd mounted him cowgirl style. Sliding back and slipping into the role of choreographer from behind, Wendie kept her grip tight on Kyle's jutting phallus with her left hand as she spread apart the pouty lips of Nina's vagina with her right. Then, with a fiendish gleam, she watched as Nina pressed her cunt straight down on her brother's prick, making it disappear like magic inside her. Keeping her hand locked around the base of Kyle's cock for a few more strokes, Wendie absorbed the moist compression of the sibling's forbidden penetration. Slowly grazing her fingertips down to Kyle's scrotum, Wendie traced them in slow circles across his heavy nutsack as the warm reservoir of cum steadily re-generated inside. Massaging Nina's back with her right hand, Wendie rubbed her fingers in a criss-cross pattern down the girl's spine as Nina began to build speed on top of her brother. Wendie could hear Nina gasp out loud each time she grinded down, followed immediately by Kyle's legs quivering out to each side of her as she crouched between his feet. Feeling his balls heave as Nina's honey drizzled down from its overflowing pot, Wendie gently nudged Nina forward until her chest was resting on top of her brother's. Taking the time to stand and strip herself as she observed the carnal beauty of the coupling below, Wendie lazily played with her pussy as Kyle and Nina melted into one at her feet. Extending her right foot out, Wendie playfully brushed the tip of her big toe into the soft and stretchy flesh of Kyle's bloated balls before guiding all five toes upwards and rubbing them across the soaked and sticky expanse of Nina's impaled vagina. Eventually dropping back down to her knees behind the grinding pair, Wendie leaned forward and draped herself across Nina's back. Pulling the girl's hair aside, Wendie kissed Nina's neck and shoulders as Kyle sent one concussion after another through his sister's now sandwiched body. "Fuck her hard, Kyle...fuck her deep," Wendie looked straight down into his eyes and hissed, easing her hand down to caress the side of his head as she implored him to increase the urgency of his upwards thrusts. Sure enough, Wendie could feel him lurching with such ferocity, she and Nina were both being bounced around on top of him. "Your brother make you feel good?" Wendie whispered into Nina's ear before nibbling down on the softest part of the girl's neck. "YES..OH GOD YES," Nina gushed, feeling as if she was suspended in mid-air now between the two bodies ravaging her. Resting both her hands between Nina's shoulders, Wendie gently raked her fingernails straight down the already writhing girl's back, causing thousands of tiny goosebumps to rise on her pale flesh. Scouring those 10 nails out in a dizzying pattern across Nina's back, Wendie could see the ticklish sensation leeching itself directly into the young woman's marrow as Kyle continued his relentless assault below. Seeing how the contrast of stimuli was causing Nina's blood to boil, Wendie decided to raise the stakes even further. Kneeling down to the very spot where Kyle's cock was embedded inside his sister, Wendie extended her tongue and swirled it across the rubbery rim of Nina's flared labia as the siblings crashed together. Kissing her lips with real fervor across the thick shaft of Kyle's penis as he drove it in and out of Nina, Wendie's taste buds sizzled with from juicy friction of the couple's depraved lust. The repeated crack of Kyle's groin slamming into Nina filling the dimly lit and dank room, Wendie felt her own pussy burn a little more each time he made impact. Rubbing the tip of her index finger against the ultra sensitive spot where the base of Kyle's cock met his balls, Wendie took a great deal of joy watching the way his feet quivered to each side. Like an orchestra conductor building towards a massive crescendo, Wendie did her level best to get Kyle and Nina off at the exact same time. Remembering a little trick she'd tried on Nina when they had their one time encounter nearly a half decade earlier, Wendie reached out with her right hand and pried the girl's chubby asscheeks apart, then dove all the way forward. Immediately feeling Nina's glutes working against her buried chin, Wendie extended her tongue and shoved it like a gracefully spinning drill-bit against the girl's puckered anus. Catipulting forward the instant she felt Wendie's mouth create a vacuum seal on her behind, Nina dug her fingers into each side of her brother's head as the woman from her past expertly tossed her salad. Kyle's legs working like powerful coils beneath her as she pressed her lips into Nina's most sacred of places, Wendie could feel the castoff of the sibling's genitals spray against her chest each time Kyle stabbed his cock upwards into his sister's womb. Her brother's rabid pace would have been enough to get her off all on its own. To have someone else there to witness such an obscene display would have made Nina's release infinitely more severe. But to actually have that third person's tongue waving like a magic wand through her rectum at the same time Kyle briskly overwhelmed her vaginal depths unleashed a such drunken bliss inside Nina, she danced perilously close to passing out. Like the haunting wails of someone trapped inside a well, Nina could hear the sound of a woman crying out from far, far away. Working her pelvis back and forth with blind and reckless abandon, Nina pressed her face tight down on Kyle's chest, continuing to grind away until she realized those cries were her own. "OHGODKYLE.. OHGODFUCCCKKKMMMMEEEE," she begged, pistoning her crotch and her rear end with supersonic speed between the spearing girth of her brother's manhood and Wendie's soulful tongue. Her voice exploding like shattered glass through the room, Nina tightened the muscles of her vagina until they were strangling her brother's cock. Within a few maddening seconds, Kyle was growling and spasming uncontrollably as well, delivering his nut deep into his baby sister's velvet sheath. ___________________________________ His dick still buried snugly inside Nina's womb, Kyle winced and sighed each time another orgasmic aftershock rumbled through either one of them. Before it could slide free on it's own however, Kyle felt several fingers wrap around the drenched base and gently tug it loose from his sister's vaginal clutches. Nina's tear-soaked face still resting on his left shoulder, just as Kyle looked up, he felt Wendie's lips close around his meaty appendage, cleansing it of the slick and musky remnants of their illicit coupling. __________________________________ The one lasting imprint of the evening for Wendie, the one mental Polaroid that would stay with her for eternity was Nina and Kyle resting beside her on the bed a few minutes after she'd helped push both past the point of delirium. Spread eagle and stripped bare, Wendie was able to stare down at the two naked siblings flanking her, their chests still rising and falling from the wringer they'd just put each other through. Kyle to her left and Nina to her right, Wendie combed her fingers through their hair as brother and sister tenderly suckled each of her breasts. Allowing herself to be serviced by two willing and sublimely able partners was glorious enough on its own. To be with two lovers from her past who were nibbling at her nipples as they freely explored every inch of her body with their hands was utterly mindblowing. To lay there knowing it was a brother and sister who'd made the conscious decision to seek her out to join in their carnal debauchery filled Wendie with an unfathomable sense of pride. Even with her extensive sexual resume, Wendie didn't think she'd stumble upon a scene like this ever again. By the time Nina and Kyle had progressed several inches lower and taken up joint residence at the steaming trough of Wendie's pink and glistening sex, all she could do was rest back against the pillows propping up her head. The sight of the sibling's tongues simultaneously swirling across her clitoris until they'd seemingly blurred into one tornadic presence, burned a permanent shadow into her brain. Cumming violently and repeatedly, Wendie dared not close her eyes for fear and losing sight of the stark and stunningly vivid image below. Her only recourse was to tighten the grip she had on their heads and pull brother and sister closer, as if trying to hasten them both inside her... THE END ** Tip of the cap to Maynard for the title