0 comments/ 45489 views/ 5 favorites Heat Goes on with Jack and Irene Ch. 01 By: watcherofthenight Author's Note: This story is another in an ongoing series about the sexy siblings Jack and Irene. The other stories in the series are Hot Night With Jack and Irene, Hot Night With Jack and Irene Ch. 2, and High Noon Heat With Jack and Irene. * "Jack! Wake up! I'm here!" Jack forced open his sleepy eyelids. Before him stood his beautiful and shapely twenty-eight-year-old sister, Irene. Immediately, the sleep fell away from Jack like a heavy cloth and his taut, twenty-one-year old body surged with desire. Irene looked so beautiful. Her high-cheekboned face was lit up with a dazzling smile and her gloriously long chestnut brown hair fell down her shoulders, nicely concealing the nipples of her impressive 36 D breasts. She was nude except for a pair of tight hip-hugging low rise jeans that tastefully highlighted her toned midriff. Irene undid the belt buckle that barely held up her jeans. "You like? I know how much you loved seeing them on Kim this afternoon, so I treated myself to a pair. I don't normally wear them, but I knew you'd like seeing me in them..." Kim. The name set off a molten hot stream of memories that made Jack's prick stiffen inside his jogging shorts. Kim was the sexy, nineteen-year-old brunette sales clerk with well-proportioned C-cup breasts at Irene's store at the mall who had licked his cock clean after he had finished fucking Irene that afternoon in her office. Irene's sweet perfume caressed Jack's nostrils as she sat down beside him and wrapped his arm around his shoulder "You've had a long day haven't you, lover? You've been passed out here on the living room couch since you got home, right? Lazy. But I can see your cock is still wide awake." Jack felt his sister's skilled hand probing about his groin. He shivered as her hand passed under the waistband of his shorts and gripped his cock. A sharp jolt of pleasure passed through him as her fingernail rubbed against his cock head. She slowly pulled her hand out of his shorts and held up her hand before his face, her fingers outspread. Jack smiled. Her fingernails had been transformed into perfectly tapered instruments of pleasure and beauty. "See what I did after work, Jack? I did that just for you. Normally I hate getting my fingernails lacquered. It takes so much time. But I'll happily do it for you, Jack. You're the only guy in the world I'd do it for. I know how good fingernails can feel against a cock. Especially against your beautiful cock." "Thanks." Irene frowned as she played her fingernails along Jack's bare chest. "You really are tired, aren't you? You can do better than that. Let me help you." She snuggled up against him, leaning her head against his shoulder. Jack turned to her and kissed her full on the mouth. Irene returned the kiss. They wrapped their arms around each other and their kisses deepened and grew more hungry. Their tongues met and Jack felt Irene's long hair brushing against his face and getting into his mouth. The sweet scent of her perfume engulfed him. This was paradise. Irene knew she could deepen the pleasure a bit further. She pulled away from Jack and took down her jeans and let them slither to the floor. She lay back on the couch, nude except for an almost invisible red thong. Jack gasped and grabbed his crotch and started jerking his cock through his shorts. Irene laughed. "I knew my pervy brother would like the thong. Don't worry Jack, I went by your room and the door was open. I could see my thong and panties on the back of your chair. You can keep them. It turns me on to know you have a thing for my thongs." She sat up and pulled Jack's shorts away and started caressing the stiff shaft of his cock with her newly reconstructed fingernails. Jack shivered with pleasure as Irene probed her fingernails along his balls, tickling and teasing them. Jack stood up from the couch and Irene stood up with him, grabbing his cock with one hand and pumping it hard as she kissed him repeatedly. Jack pushed his tongue against Irene's mouth until she opened wide and his tongue met hers. His cock throbbed more and more until he knew he was about to come. Just in time, Irene leaned away and sank to her knees before him. She smothered his stiff rod between her big tits and started to rub them against Jack's surging cock. Jack gasped and big streams of man seed jetted out of his cock and into his sister's generous cleavage. At last, Jack stopped coming and Irene laughed. "That was a beautiful load, lover." She swept her fingers along her sticky tits, scooping up streamers of Jack's come. She raised them to her open mouth and swallowed them like taffy. Little dribbles of come oozed from her mouth and down her chin. Jack leaned over and kissed her, tasting the sticky saltiness of his own come. Irene looked coy. "I'll be back, okay?" She sprinted from the living room and headed upstairs. Jack watched her as she ran, enjoying the view of her curvy but toned legs and her hefty but perfectly shaped ass proudly framed by her whisper thin red thong. When she was out of sight, Jack slumped on the couch and absently stroked his cock, stiffening with newly found arousal as he heard Irene running the shower upstairs. He closed his eyes and pictured Irene running a soap bar over her gorgeous globes, her nipples stiffening as the water flowed over them, washing away Jack's come. Fatigue and the sheer immensity of the day's events overwhelmed Jack and he felt himself drifting off to sleep. He lurched awake and jerked his eyes open as he heard Irene softly padding down the stairs. She had lost the thong and was now completely nude. Her landing strip waxed pussy glistened and her big nipples stood out like nozzles against her prominent areolae. Jack noticed she was clutching something in her hand. Was it her cellphone? Because of fatigue, his eyes were still blurred and he could only make out the broad strokes of Irene's appearance. She sat down on the couch next to Jack. By now, Jack couldn't restrain himself and he leaned over and kissed her hard and started fondling her stiff nipples. She placed her hand on the back of Jack's head and gently eased his head along the curves of her body. He thoroughly licked and kissed one tit and then the other. He worked his way down her toned belly to her pelvis. He was now inches from her oozing pussy and he slid two fingers inside her while licking her swollen clit. Her hand tightened its hold on his head and all he could do was keep eating her and tasting her sticky pussy nectar. He felt her thighs tighten around his head. She really wanted him to stay put. Jack didn't mind. He loved the taste of his sister's pussy and her freshly showered scent. He kept tonguing her and she began to moan as her arousal built. Suddenly, Jack heard a beeping sound, like someone entering numbers into a cellphone. Irene spoke, her voice husky with desire. "Hello, Stu, honey? It's Irene. How are you? Busy with work? Now? It's almost nine thirty,baby. Don't you rest?" Shit, Jack thought. She was actually calling her fiance while he was eating her out! Jack struggled to get away, but Irene clamped her legs even tighter around his head. He had no choice but to keep eating Irene as her sultry voice drifted past his ears. "But Stu, don't you want to relax? You're all work, all the time, baby. You're always working late on something. Why don't you work late on me for a change?" Jack's head ached as his sister's legs relentlessly gripped his head. There was no getting away. But he enjoyed his predicament, if that was what his situation could be called. There was something exciting about eating out his sister while she talked to her fiance on her cell phone. Jack dug his tongue deeper and deeper into Irene's dripping pussy. He ran his thumb along her clit like a bow along a violin string. Irene gasped right on the phone and started grinding her pussy even harder into Jack's face. Her voice changed now. The course of the conversation was now more to her liking. "That's right, baby. I've got four fingers inside me now. My legs are spread wide open for you. I wish you were here to lick my pussy, Stu. You like how my pussy tastes, don't you? You like it..." Her voice gave way to an endless series of gasps and grunts. She pushed her pussy harder against Jack's tongue and Jack probed his tongue even faster. His face was sticky with Irene's juices and the scent of her pussy was like heady wine. He breathed deep and licked away as Irene cried wordlessly. She grunted like an animal again and again until she burst into an ear piercing wail. She lifted her ass off the couch and spurted several waves of pussy juice into Jack's eager mouth. Irene's breathing slowed and her thrashing body settled into stillness. Her voice sounded tired. "Yeah, that was good baby. Real good. You should take a break every now and again. Relax sometimes. That's right. I love you too, hon. Call you tomorrow. Bye." Irene released the iron grip of her legs from Jack's neck, allowing him to sit up at last. His hand went right to his swollen cock, heavy with a massive load of seed. Irene got down on her knees before him and took his cock in her fist, pumping it hard. Jack clasped the back of his sister's head in both of his hands and pushed down. Irene took the full length of his shaft down her throat and gasped while spasm after spasm of boiling man juice shot inside her. When Jack was finished, Irene sat up beside him and kissed him, letting his come drip onto his face. Irene laughed. "That was fucking amazing." Jack licked his mouth. "Was that really Stu?" "You bet your dick it was. Live and direct from his motel room. I don't know what's wrong with him. He's always working. It drives me crazy sometimes trying to get him to play ball." Jack grabbed at Irene's stiff nipples and pinched them. "Speaking of playing ball, you still game for more?" "Of course. Tonight, you can sleep with me in my room. I'd love for you to fuck my brains out right in my own bed. Would you like that?" "I'd love it." They both rose from the couch and left the living room with their arms around each other's waists, eagerly anticipating the night of lust to come. To be continued... Heat Goes on with Jack and Irene Ch. 02 Author's note: This is another in a continuing series of stories about the sexy siblings Jack and Irene. Other stories in the series include: Heat Goes on With Jack and Irene Ch.1, High Noon Heat With Jack and Irene, Hot Night With Jack and Irene Ch.2 and Hot Night With Jack and Irene. * Jack's stiff prick thrust through the sticky folds of his sister Irene's engorged pussy. With each thrust plunging deeper and opening his sister just a bit more, the springs of his sister's bed creaked with growing insistence. To twenty-one-year-old Jack, who was having the greatest erotic time of his life, the noise was like the music of the spheres. Added to the music of the bed springs was the symphony of Irene's breathing; deep gasps followed by soft moans and almost bestial grunts. Irene was a woman aroused. Jack was on his knees between his sister's widely parted legs, carefully probing his cock into her. From his vantage point, Irene's shapely but fit twenty-eight-year-old body seemed perfectly laid out for his perusal. Her chestnut brown hair spread out behind her head and across her pillow. Her arms stretched back and her hands tightly clasped the metal rods of the bed stead. Her abdominal muscles were tightly flexed and her belly was braced for a hot stream of Jack's come. Jack had other ideas, though. His jizz, his hot man seed, was staying inside of his beautiful and insatiably horny sister. He thrust forward with more force and the creaking noises built. Irene's impressive D cup breasts began to jiggle and her nipples sprouted in all their glory. He glanced across the room at the full-length mirror that had such a prominent place in his sister's room. Irene looked so perfect, so beautiful and she was his for this night. Her breasts looked so good in that mirror. They were jiggling every which way now as if they had a will of their own. He was lucky to have such an erotic sister with such beautiful breasts. No saline implants like those porn sluts he saw on the Web. Even his beloved Micki Night, his favorite porn lady, had implants. He looked away from the mirror and stared down at Irene's lovely face. Her eyes were half-shut, as if she had slipped into a trance. Her belly rose and fell with greater speed as her breathing started to come in ever shorter gasps. Suddenly, Irene spoke, her voice raspy with passion. "You love shoving your prick in me, don't you lover? You love how tight and wet I am. I love having your cock in me. Your cock is so big and strong. I can't get enough of it..." Jack no longer heard his sister. Her words inflamed him and he was fucking Irene like an engine, practically slamming her against the mattress. Harder and harder he fucked her until he was gasping for air and she was squealing and crying out. He was just about to come when she squeezed his cock like a vice with her powerful pelvic muscles and clamped her thighs against his hips. Jack slowed his thrusting until he stopped, his stiff, come-swollen cock trapped inside his sister. Irene smiled a wicked smile at him. "Not so fast, lover. I want to feel you inside me. Really feel your stiff cock in my pussy. You don't want to leave your slutty sister's pussy just yet do you? I thought you wanted me, lover. You don't want me after all?" "I want you!" Jack's voice was little more than a hiss. "Then pull out of me." Jack froze. "Pull out of me!" Irene's voice was insistent, almost angry. "But I want to come!" Irene giggled. "I want you to see a few things. Just pull out. After you see them, you'll want to fuck me even more!" Jack did as he was told. His prick was shrinking now , so, frustrated, he retreated from the castle keep of his sister's womanhood. Irene gestured toward the dresser by the mirror. "Look in the top shelf, lover. I've got a gift for you. I did more than get my nails done tonight." Sighing, Jack left the bed and went to the dresser and pulled open the top drawer. This had better be good, he thought. What the hell is she doing? He reached into the drawer and pulled out what looked like a necklace that had clamps at both ends. "Don't you know what that's for, lover?" Jack shook his head. "Come over and I'll show you." Jack returned to the bed. Irene was sitting at its edge, her legs opened, the landing strip waxed slit of her pussy soaked, her majestic tits hanging like beautiful sacks, her sweat-dampened hair tangled about her shoulders and face. Jack's prick stiffened with resurgent passion as he sat beside her. Irene took the necklace from him. "I'll show you what it's for." She took one of the clamps and carefully attached it to her left nipple. She stretched the chain so that it bridged her cleavage and then she clamped her right nipple. "You've never seen any of your porn girls wearing something like this?" She jiggled her tits and the nipple chain shook as she spoke. "Yeah, I guess I've seen it after all, " Jack said, his cock hardening at the sight of the fetish jewelry decorating her breasts. "But you've never seen them on your slutty, porn star sister," Irene said, lying back on her bed. Jack had to admit to himself that the gold chain looked incredibly hot on her. "No. But doesn't it hurt to wear that?" "A little. But anything is worth it for you, lover. I just want to please you. In the shower this morning and when you dropped by my store this afternoon, I found out you have a real dominant side. A side that wants me to be your cock whore, your porn slut. I don't mind playing that, lover. I don't mind giving in to you at all. Check under the bed. There's another gift there I'd like you to see." Jack knelt down and pawed around under the bed. His groping hands removed two lengths of cord with cuffs at one end. "You should know what those are for, lover." Jack was so astonished, he almost laughed. "You want me to tie you to the bed?" "Of course. Go right ahead. Don't worry about them hurting me. I bought them at a fetish store. Beginner's bondage cords. The cuffs are padded. Very safe and comfortable." Irene lay back on the bed, gripping the rods of the bed stead in her hands. Jack slipped one wrist after the other into the cuffs and then secured the cords to the bed stead. He stood back and looked down on his sister, her wrists cuffed to the bed stead and her legs spread wide open. "You love the way I look?" Irene moaned. "Fuck me some more. I'm wet for your cock. I want you in me." Irene's voice sounded so aroused Jack couldn't help himself. He joined his sister on her bed and knelt down between her legs and took his stiff prick in hand, teasing the outer edges of her soaking pussy. Irene moaned and shifted against her bonds. She lifted her pelvis from the bed and presented her pussy to Jack, inviting him to drive his cock into her. Jack pulled his cock away, denying her his hardness. "Oh, please, Jack. Give it to me! Give me your cock!" He teased her pussy again with his cock head and Irene lifted her pelvis again, struggling to engulf his cock in her pussy. Again, Jack refused her. Irene whimpered now. "I'm begging you, Jack. Give me your cock. Give me..." Her voice collapsed into a groan as Jack suddenly drove his stiff prick into her and started fucking her hard, pinning her shoulders to the bed with his strong hands, looking down on her chained tits as they swayed with the weight of his attack. He took one hand away from her shoulder and started roughly pinching her clamped nipples with his fingers, making her squeal with pained ecstasy. He then kneaded and slapped her breasts as they shook like dough. This got Jack harder still. Irene grunted and wailed, passion and desire breaking over her like storm-tossed waves. It almost seemed Irene was really his. All the same, Jack noticed, as Irene was losing her composure, her pussy gripped as tight as ever, almost strangling his cock. He lasted for a few more deep thrusts and soon he shot spasm after spasm of his hot seed deep inside her. * Their lovemaking over, Jack and Irene showered and went downstairs. Famished, they ate a quick dinner and then they went to the living room, where Jack turned on the big screen TV. While a re-run of a thirty-year-old sitcom prattled away in the background, Irene sat on Jack's lap, nude except for a flesh colored thong. She ran her newly lacquered fingernails along his hair and along his bare washboard stomach. Jack's prick stiffened against his sister's generous but well-toned ass. They kissed softly, then Irene spoke, sadness in her voice. "This can't go on forever, you know." "I wish it could." "You know that's impossible. Stu's back in two days and Mom and Dad will be home next week. There's no way we can go on like this." Jack winced. Stu. Irene's fiance. What an idiot that guy seemed to be. Jack wondered what Irene saw in him. When he spoke, he hoped his dislike didn't come through in his voice. "Maybe we can somehow." Irene held Jack a bit tighter. "I'll think of a way. Maybe I'll find a room somehow, rent a place, where we can meet secretly. A little hideaway where we can have our secret world, our secret life." "That would be good." His cock was rock hard again. Irene rose from Jack's lap and knelt down in front of him, rubbing her palm against the crotch of his under shorts. "Yes, our own hideaway, lover. A secret place where we can enjoy each other forever. Think about it. A place where we can get kinky and nasty together. I want you. lover. I can't imagine not being together like this at least every now and again. Jack shook his head. "I can't either. I can't get enough of you." In reply, Irene moaned deeply. She pulled his prick out of his shorts and pumped its shaft with her fist, while softly caressing his cock head with her hot and well practiced tongue. She opened her mouth and Jack thrust inside. The warmth of her mouth and the prickliness of her tongue felt incredible. He thrust harder inside her, holding the back of her head in his hands and shoving his cock in her mouth faster and faster. The sounds of Irene's slurping and gagging made his cock even more stiff. During one thrust, his cock hit the back of her throat and Jack lost it. With a loud grunt, load after load of his hot jizz fired into her eager mouth and down her straining throat. Exhausted, he slumped against the sofa and tilted his head back. Irene slinked up beside him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She kissed him and let the wads of his come in her mouth ooze into his. When the hot and sticky kiss ended, she snuggled up against him and Jack played with her nipples. There were still little marks on her areolae where the clamps had been earlier. Irene smiled. "That turns you on, lover? You want me as your little submissive cock whore? Soon, we'll have a little place where you can do what you want with me." Jack's voice was hoarse. He was so tired, and yet so happy. "That would be wonderful." He knew the words didn't capture how he contented he was. All the same, Irene held him tighter and kissed him again. He met the kiss, his tongue snaking around hers. Jack had never been so happy. No matter what, he would still have his sexy sister as his special lover.