0 comments/ 48628 views/ 7 favorites Spiral Ch. 01 By: nikker "Black bitch" "White prick" Slap! Slap! "Goddamn it, that hurt." "Well, shit, so did mine." "For two cents I'd spank the living crap out of you." "I'd like to see you try." "Are you daring me?" "You bet your white ass." They fought - really fought - on the bed for 2 minutes, until his upper body strength finally pinned her down... even then she still kept struggling while he laid into her... only a bare majority of his blows actually landed on her buttocks. When it was over, both were lying panting on the bed. "Next time, I'm going to tie your black ass up." "Next time?!" she said, then looked at him with a wicked grin, "now that might be interesting. Of course", she said, her grin broadening, "it could always be the other way around too." Her eyes dropped to his groin as his cock began a slow rise to attention. As she moved towards him she murmured, "Hmmm, even more interesting." She dropped her mouth over his now rapidly rising cock; it tasted salty and felt a little sticky from their last fuck. Her mouth could feel the vein on the side and she slid up to stop just under the crown, then lifted her mouth off to flick her tongue - lightly - just over his pee hole. She then went down again, bathing his cock in tongue and spit. Up and down... her tempo started increasing... she tightened her lips... repositioned herself so one hand could caress his balls, the other the base of his cock. Up, down, up, down... faster... a bit more pressure... some suction on the up... her hand started moving. She felt his balls start to tighten... his cock growing even more rigid... a slight lift to his buttocks... then a lurch as he lifted his chest off the bed... a gasp... and her mouth filling with his cum. He was shuddering as his chest slowly went down to the bed... she swallowed and kept on licking the dregs until he had to push her head off his cock so intense was the physical feeling of tickling pain. She smiled as he slowly came down from the high. She realized that this was now the evening after their meeting. She couldn't believe they had been fucking for almost 24 hours. She felt a little stiff, sore - damn tired - but still felt she could keep going forever - maybe their situation was an aphrodisiac, maybe it was just that from the beginning they had known each other's ideas of sexual desires so well. Right now she needed a shower and a meal... oh yeah, that was what the fight had been about... Chinese or pizza. She giggled. "And what are you laughing about?" he asked. "I'm not laughing, I'm giggling." She told him why and he grinned. They disentangled themselves from the bedclothes, got up, showered, dressed, and went out to eat... sushi. (The next section is all background - my attempt at being a novelist {g}, so if you want the sex, skip it and go Chapter 2. As a point of interest, this storyline is based on an article I read in a newspaper where a separated brother and sister did meet on a blind date.) The miracle had all started the week before. Alyson had been going through a dry spell and felt lonely and horny, so her roommate, June, had not found it difficult to talk her into coming out on a blind date that Friday evening. Alyson had liked the look of Jim as soon as he had come into the restaurant with Paul - June's current boy friend. Jim put out his hand as the introductions were made and as they touched - her black hand to his white and KAPOW!! She had read about such things but had always dismissed them as fantasy... but my god!... from just the touch... it was like a mini orgasm, her entire body had spasmed and a light film of perspiration had broken out from her scalp to her toes. She pulled her hand away as June asked her if she was okay. Alyson blurted out something about her before dinner drink hitting her harder then she had expected. But she looked at Jim and could see from his eyes and the set of his face that he had felt something too. "Damn", she thought looking at him as they sat down, "all I'm going to think of now is how quickly is dinner going to end and how soon can I get him into bed." She became mesmerized by his soft southern accent - he had been raised in Atlanta. He had a low key, confident demeanor without any arrogance. As the conversation ensued, they were intrigued to find out how much they had in common; music, movies, food preferences, politics... they were both, his business, her entertainment. The meal went on as Alyson - and she could see Jim as well - got antsier and antsier. A couple of times Alyson caught him in an unguarded glance towards her... hungry? Maybe even a little sinister... or was it just her horny imagination? Then the miracle had happened. June remarked at one point how remarkable it was that both of them had such green eyes. "With you being black Alyson isn't that unusual?" remarked June. That got the conversation onto genetics. None of them was any sort of expert so it was a conversation drawn from the news periodicals, some TV shows, and half remembered college biology. At one point, Alyson mentioned she was actually a fraternal twin. "No way, really?" said June, "You never said anything about this before. Where's your twin now?" Alyson shrugged, "It's not something I really talk about." She paused and looked round; all eyes were on her. "Go on", said June, "you started it, now finish it - I don't know about you guys, but I want to hear the story." So Alyson told how she had been born to a young girl who had given her up at birth for adoption. A wonderful family who didn't keep her adoption a secret had raised her. As was normal however, they had no idea who her birth mother was. When Alyson had turned 18, out of curiosity, she had decided to track her down. Although her attempt had been a failure in that respect, in another it had produced one hell of a surprise. Her mother had actually given birth to twins, her and a boy. Alyson had spent a couple years trying to find her brother, even hiring a private detective, but with no success. There was silence around the table. June had teared up, Paul looked curious wanting more, but Jim - Jim looked - well - yes, curious like Paul, but more... "Where exactly were you born?" he asked quietly. "Savannah, Georgia, although I was raised in Kansas City." "Do you know when you were born?" "June 25th, 1979" "Do you know if your birth mother happened to be black or white?" Her eyes widened at the unexpected question, but she responded, "White." "Do you know anything, anything else about her at all?" "Her first name, it was Ellen." "And your missing brother, by any chance were you able to find out what race he would be considered - white or black?" Again, the unexpected question. "Strange you should ask that", she responded, "I was told he was definitely white." She stared at him with a growing sense of disbelieving anticipation. Now the silence seemed to grow as the noise of the restaurant receded to a distant hum. Jim finally broke the silence. "I was born in Savannah, Georgia on June 25th, 1979 to an unmarried, teenaged white girl named Ellen Carter. She gave birth at home to twins, me and a decidedly black female baby. She gave both babies up for adoption through a private agency. I went into an arranged adoption with her mother, my grandmother, the girl... well... she went elsewhere. Several years ago I tried to find her, but the only information I uncovered was that she was adopted by someone in the mid-West." June gave out with a small, "Oh my god." Alyson really didn't remember too much of the rest... it was like mini pandemonium at their table. Within 10 minutes the entire restaurant knew and were either applauding or staring in disbelief. The restaurant's management even sent out a complimentary bottle of champagne. Two hours later Alyson and Jim walked into Alyson's and June's condo for a 'catching up' session while Paul and June - she still crying, went on to Paul's place. The condo was in a high rise in a better part of the city with lots of windows and a gorgeous view of the city and surrounding mountains. They sat on the sofa with the lights out; the room lit only by the city lights, a light breeze floating in over the threshold of the balcony's partially open French doors. Alyson and Jim had talked in the dark for another 4 hours. It was about their childhoods'... he had been given a dog at 5 and named it Fred, she had been given hers at 6 and named it Freddy; their teen years... both lost their virginity at 15; their college years, her law degree was from Brown, his from Yale - both interrupting their third year for a semester abroad. Finally, the talking was done. Spiral Ch. 02 (In Chapter 1, Jim and Alyson had discovered on their blind date that they were in fact fraternal twins separated at birth. The story continues from there…) "Hi, Sis." "Hi, Bro." Alyson was at a loss. In spite of the extreme emotionalism of the night and the shock that Jim was actually her twin brother, she still felt an overwhelming physical attraction to him. Her hand traveled along the top of the sofa back to touch his. Her black fingers entwined with his white ones. They looked at each other… Alyson felt her breathing coming shorter. "Ahh, are you safe? she asked. "I had my last check two months ago and, well, let's just say there's been a dry spell since then." he responded with a grin. "Ha!" she exclaimed, "beat you. It's been three months for me." Jim shifted on the sofa and came closer. Alyson had an impression that Jim was almost breathing fire. She smiled as his lips lightly brushed hers his tongue leaving a wet trail across them, then slipped past them and started sucking at her ear lobe. "Oh god", she thought, "how did he know how much that turns me on… oh, of course." His hand went to the back of her blouse undoing its single button at the back of her neck. He pulled back watching it slide from back to front revealing her breasts and gathering at her waist. Her braless breasts were full and taut with a small up turn at their bottoms and no sag. The stiff nipples looked like small brown erasers. He leaned over to kiss them each in turn. His arms went around her back and he pulled her left tit up to his lips and began to suck, after a moment he began to nibble her nipple. "Harder." she said. He complied, smiling as he nipped her nip. He turned his attention to her other nipple, remembering as a boy how he'd often chewed the erasers off the end of his pencils in school… he wondered if… and was startled when he heard her voice inside his head say, "You damn well better not." His hand went to the button and zipper on her mini skirt… she lifted herself off the sofa to assist him as her skirt slid off to the floor. All she had on now was her thong, her perfume and the rising scent of her womanhood. Jim stood up kicking off his shoes and removing his T-shirt and chinos. Alyson could see his cock poking out from his boxers, boxers that soon joined his other clothing on the floor. He stood there so she could see him in the city lights. From top to bottom - semi-long, brown hair, clean shaven - thank god none of that stupid looking 2-day stubble. His body was obviously that of someone who took care of himself - a well-defined chest, a flat stomach, a 6" - no, be generous, 7" - hard cock, a tight butt and a jogger's legs. "The socks." He grinned, bending over to remove them. "The thong." he prompted. She grinned, lifting her ass off the sofa and pulling the thong - slowly - down her thighs… legs… and then launched them at him with one foot. He dodged watching them sail past him with the tiniest flutter. She lay back on the sofa, spreading her legs. He saw her black hair was trimmed, but - thankfully in his opinion - not shaved. There was no foreplay, no licking, no sucking - it was just a straight fuck. He leaned over her, steadying himself with one arm, using the other to aim his cock to her entrance. He ran the pink head of his cock lightly over her pink labia, feeling their wetness. She gasped from the contact. Then slowly, deliciously, pushed into her, pink on pink being replaced by white on brown. He pushed and she gasped, pushed again and she gasped again. After several thrusts he was in to the hilt. He lowered himself on to her and she welcomed his weight. For a moment they just savored each other. Without a word, they began to move together. To him it felt like a warm, wet velvet glove with a living hand inside, to her it felt like a welcome intrusion, part, but yet not part of her body. The tempo of their movement began to increase. "Harder." she said He started to thrust more. "Harder", she said, "fuck me harder." He reared off her body and lifted her left leg straight up, licking her inside ankle as it rose past his mouth. He started slamming his hips into hers. Her cunt started squeezing his cock in sync with his thrusts. "Fuck me… use me…my cunt… your cock… fuck me… fuck me" Her cries started rising in volume and pitch as he picked up his pace. Sweat was beginning to pour down his body, some to puddle on her lower stomach when he went in, onto the sofa when he came out. For a moment he wondered if he might be hurting her, but then found he didn't care. Jim found the sight of his white groin meshing with her brown amazingly erotic. He could feel his cock start to stiffen and swell. "I'm going to cum… I'm going to cum…" "So am I… cum in me bother… shoot your white cum into me… oh god, Jiiim, I'mmmm cummming!!!" "Here it comes sis, my white cock, and your black cunt… uhnnnnnnn!!!" She could feel his cock spasm inside of her and squeezed her cunt muscles around him to milk him until he started going soft. They lay, entwined on the sofa, afterwards. She had had a lot?… a few?… several?… boyfriends in her life - with a couple she'd even enjoyed, hmmm, some might say kinky, but enjoyable sex… even had sex with a couple of girls in college - more of an experimental nature then attempts at true lesbianism. But all the encounters had left her with a hint of dissatisfaction - what was that old song, oh yeah - 'Is that All There Is?' But with Jim… her brother… it was like he had made the sexual and emotional part of her whole, complete… and she wanted more… a lot more. As if in answer, she could feel his cock beginning to stir. She put her hand on it, feeling a slight stickiness from her and his fluids drying on it. He started to shift, but she pressed him down and slipped off the sofa to her knees were on the floor. She now brought her other hand over to his cock and began using both to masturbate him. He looked over at her, watching, as her entire being became concentrated on her task. Again the contrast of brown on white – her brown hands on his white cock was so sexual. Her tits moved in rhythm to her hand movement, she had the tip of her tongue just slightly showing between her lips. He took his hand and softly caressed one of her chocolate tits. As her pace and pressure increased on his cock, so did the pressure of his grasp on her tit. As his cock started to stiffen and his groin started to piston, he heard her say, "Harder." He took his fingers and began twisting her tit - hard. She grimaced, but kept on stroking his cock with her hands. As he shot streams of cum over his stomach and onto the back of the sofa, he viciously pinched her brown nipple and she cried out, but still kept on stoking until he was done. "Sorry", he gasped, "I didn't mean to pinch that hard." "Shit, don't worry about me, I loved it. I cried out because I came", she exclaimed, "I've never done it like that before… you know, with no direct contact to my cunt or ass… it was awesome, incredible… from just the pain." With that she brought her cum soaked hand to her mouth and began to lick. Jim couldn't believe it when he started getting hard again, just from watching her lick her hand and then suck each brown finger into her mouth with a slurping, then a slight popping sound as she pulled each one out. She giggled in a semi-unbelieving manner as she also watched his cock beginning to rise again. She then told him that before anything else happened, she wanted a shower and to move the action to the bedroom. The shower had been messy and highly erotic. It was all water, soap, hands, fingers, lips, teeth, and tongue. He'd yelped when she had put her teeth into his nipple, but then grinned at her approvingly. His fingers were everywhere; her tits, her cunt, her ass - he'd managed to get two fingers into her ass, reaming her with them while his thumb reached up to her clit… she came twice. Finally, the shower ran out of hot water - abruptly, forcing them both squealing out onto the bathroom floor. They haphazardly dried each other off and then moved into the bedroom. He positioned her on the bed and pushed himself down to begin kissing her knee. His mouth moved down her brown leg, kissing, licking, and nibbling. When he got to her pussy, she raised herself just a little off the bed to give him freer access, but he just gave it a quick lick and then began moving up her other leg. "You prick", she murmured. He smiled as he continued up her leg, past her knee then down her shin to her feet. One by one he sucked all ten toes into his mouth. By about the 6th or 7th toe she was giving a little gasp as he released each toe. Then he worked his way up the leg back to her cunt. He started by blowing softly on her genitals, and then began flicking out his tongue. At first it tasted a little of scented soap and her hair still was a little wet from the shower. But the taste and fluid was soon replaced by what was essentially her. Little flows of her nectar increased in volume as he sucked and nibbled with increased intensity her labia and clit. He worked his hand under her and started probing her anus with a finger. She began moving her hips to her own rhythm as her orgasm began to build. Finally, she gave out with a screech and began to buck her hips up off the bed; he bore down on her clit and shoved his finger deep into her ass to intensify her pleasure. Slowly her orgasm subsided… she shuddered and lay still. "Damn, that was good", she said. "Good, you mean great don't you?" he responded. "Egotistical bastard", she said. After a breather, she pulled him up to lay beside her. His cock was hard. She rolled over and reached into the nightstand pulling out a tube of lubricant. He watched as she undid the cap and liberally applied a coating to one of her fingers. As she did, he asked "And what else do you have in that nightstand?" She responded, "You'll find out… later. Right now, my loving brother, I want you in my ass." She then took her finger and began slowly pushing it up her asshole handing him the tube. He coated his prick liberally with the lubricant as she rolled over onto her stomach and placed a pillow under her hips. He put his knees on either side of her ass and taking both hands spread her brown buttocks exposing her pink rosebud, glistening with the lubricant. He took his cock in his hand and shuffled forward, bringing his cock head into contact with her anus. He began probing her ass, slowly pushing his way in. She grunted as he probed her nether ring. Slowly he pushed his way through, resting a bit to let her get used to him. Then he pushed forward again. She grunted each time he moved in, but finally his groin could push in no further. Both of them stopped to catch their breath. His cock felt so firmly embedded, she felt so stuffed. She began first, rotating her ass in small motions encouraging him to move. He withdrew until his head just began to appear outside her hole, then he pushed back in. After half a dozen slow strokes, he heard her whisper, "Harder." He began to thrust in harder, faster. "Harder." she said. He began to piston his hips into her ass. They began to feel the approach of their orgasms… a thought crossed Alyson's mind of how strange it was that they were able to time their orgasms so well… must be part of being twins. She then bore down on the moment. Both began to pant in sync, she concentrated on her sphincter muscle, squeezing it around his cock - a little too much as he popped out. "OH SHIT!" they both said in unison. He grabbed his slippery cock and probed to push it back in… slooo close. Finally he was back in, after two thrusts and they both went off, he spurting, she with her hips going into spasms. He flopped down on her back, both were panting, both bathed in sweat. He deflated and when she moved his cock slipped out of her, cum and lubricant sliming the inside of her thighs. He rolled off of her, she pulled the pillow out from under hips, placed an arm across his still heaving chest and slipped slowly into a delicious, satiated sleep. Spiral Ch. 03 Alyson awoke to June's "Oh my god." coming from her bedroom doorway. She rolled over, away from Jim's body and saw June turn and run to her bedroom down the hallway. "Oh damn." said Alyson and got up. She tapped lightly on June's bedroom door and said softly, "June, honey, are you okay?" There was no answer. Alyson turned the knob and walked into June's bedroom. June was sitting on her bed, her back to the headboard, her knees wrapped in her arms under her chin. Alyson went to her and after a few half-hearted attempts at pushing Alyson away; June permitted herself to soften into Alyson's arms. After a few moments, June spoke. "Alyson, my god, how could you?" Alyson paused, took a deep breath and replied, "I don't quite know. I knew I wanted him before I knew he was my brother. We got here, we talked and then when we had finished talking I found I still wanted him… and what's more he wanted me just as badly. So…." Alyson's voice trailed off. June said, "But goddamnit Alyson, he's… he's your bother… you're his sister." Her voice began to rise. "It's incest… disgusting…" June struggled to get away from Alyson. They began wrestling and June started getting a bit hysterical in her attempts to elude Alyson. She began to scratch and kick at Alyson's still naked body. Both stopped their struggle, startled, as a low whistle came from the doorway. Jim's voice said. "Hmmm, catfight." Alyson threw him a look and said, "Jim, you bastard, cut the catfight crap." "Got you two to stop didn't it?" was his reply, a grin on his face. Alyson thought, "He's right." and turned to face June. June blurted out, "Oh god Alyson, I'm so sorry… I had no right… it was just so… so… When I saw the two of you twisted together in the bed well, I don't know how else to say it but I was really shocked." Alyson reached out and touched her cheek with her fingertips saying, "I know June, this hasn't been exactly normal for me either." They started talking and Jim moved into the room to sit on the edge of the bed. Slowly, Alyson relaxed against him. He moved his hand and began running his fingertips along the side of her thigh out of sight of June. Alyson began to stiffen and her nipples began to fill with blood at his light touch. June noticed and asked, "Alyson, what's going on?" Alyson shifted her body so June could see Jim's fingertips moving on her thigh, at the same time her movement revealed Jim's hard-on. June stared as Alyson spread her legs as an invitation to Jim's wandering fingertips. He moved his hand over the top of her thigh and down into her fold. Alyson bit her bottom lip as Jim's fingers started probing her cunt lips. Pearls of her liquid appeared on his fingers and her labia. Her odor started filling the room. After a few moments of Jim's fingering, Alyson stiffened sharply drawing in a sharp breath and then with a little cry her entire body shuddered and then shrank into Jim's as her orgasm finished. "Holy shit", said June softly, "that's got to be the most fucking erotic thing I've ever seen in my whole life. And you two have been going on like this since night before last?" Alyson replied, "Well, pretty much, although most of last night we were both so wiped out we just slept." June's gaze shifted to Jim's hard-on, saying, "So he's ready to go then." "Yes," Alyson replied and started moving off June's bed, "we'll go." "No… don't… I want to see," was June's response, "it's, well, kinky." Alyson looked at June and shook her head saying, "I don't think you want to go there June." June responded, "You're wrong, I do." "And what about Paul?" "Hey, Paul is a good guy and a good fuck, but that's all and he knows it… and, if you really want to know… I… I've been thinking about you for a while now anyway." "Jeez", exclaimed Alyson. "I've been thinking about you too, but to be honest I've been so scared of losing you as a friend and roommate to do anything about it." June looked at Alyson and then smiled at Jim as she began unbuttoning her blouse. She finished and shook it free from her shoulders throwing it on the room's floor. The skirt followed along with the panty hose, leaving her with just her bra and her panties. Her hands moved to the front clasp of her bra, but Alyson reached out and stopped her. Alyson rolled up onto her knees and looking into June's eyes unclipped her bra, freeing her breasts. June placed her hands behind her neck and shook her breasts into Alyson's face. Alyson took the challenge and leaned into June, capturing her left breast in her mouth. Jim shifted and captured June's right breast. Both reached for June's panties and she pulled herself up by the headboard as they pulled them down her legs to end up on the floor along with the rest of her clothes. Both now moved their hands to between June's legs. Alyson started and looked into June's eyes saying, "Either you have the creamiest cunt I've ever seen or you did the nasty with Paul just before you got home." Jim and Alyson totally cracked up as June's body flushed with embarrassment in response. June interrupted Jim's laughter by lunging with her mouth for his cock. It was a hell of a moving target as Jim kept chuckling over her chagrin, but she finally got it. Alyson couldn't help but continue laughing. Once he was captured in June's mouth Jim finally stopped laughing and started running his hands over June's back and around to her breasts. Alyson also got over her laughing fit and pulled June's body up onto her knees and then spread June's legs to give her access. Alyson leaned forward and, as June kept up her blowjob with Jim's cock, she started licking and sucking June's ass. After a bit, Alyson flipped over on her back and wiggled between June's legs until she was facing June's pussy. She pulled herself up and began licking June's slit. She could taste Paul's cum mixed with June's liquid and kept on licking. Jim couldn't help but have a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he looked down at the site before him - every guy's dream. June was pumping his cock with her mouth and hand, while his sister was licking June's cunt. He wished he had a 5 foot tongue so he could lick Alyson. Almost in answer to his thought he saw Alyson’s hand move to her cunt and she began masturbating herself. The thought of a 5 foot tongue slipped from his mind as June's mouth really began vacuuming his cock, he could feel his balls start to constrict. He told June, "I'm going to cum." Her response was to increase her sucking action so Jim put his hand on the top of June's head and held her in place as he thrust his hips to her face and felt himself ejaculating into her mouth. Just as he finished, June grabbed onto his thighs with each of her hands and kept her mouth clamped onto his cock as her own orgasm hit, Jim could feel her mouth trying to say something, but all he heard was “mupff, gunpff” and a high pitched squeal. Then just as June finished, Jim saw Alyson’s hand move at a blur as her hips thrust upward and her orgasm hit. All three lazy untwined from each other. June then turned to Alyson and caught her in a sapphic embrace as both lay on the bed. She kissed Alyson, passing a small remnant of Jim’s cum into her mouth. For a moment they passed Jim’s cum between them until it was gone. The kiss continued as the two started grinding their groins together. Jim moved to lie with his front pressed to Alyson's naked back, his hands moved to caress and pinch both their breasts. After a moment, June started kissing her way down Alyson's body until they were in a classic 69 profile. Both spread their legs and started kissing and licking each other's slits. June reached between Alyson's legs and started stroking Jim's cock and balls. After a few moments, June stretched herself between Alyson's legs and started sucking on Jim's cock, bringing it to a full hard-on. She then took it in her hands and used it as a handle to pull Jim's body closer into Alyson's body, finally getting the head of his cock to the entrance of Alyson's cunt. June became engrossed in getting Jim's prick inside Alyson. Finally, with a thrust of his hips, Jim was in. June pushed herself away from Alyson, lifting herself up and looking at the two of them as they started meshing together. She spoke softly, saying, "God the two of you look so fucking incredible… black… white… brother… sister." She looked a little while longer then bent her head back into Alyson's crotch. She began licking her slit, her tongue coming in contact with the underside of Jim's cock as it went in and out of Alyson. At the same time Alyson began giving some serious tonguing to June's cunt. Slowly, leisurely, the tempo started to build among the three participants. Jim kept moving his hands up and down the two girls' bodies, pausing occasionally to caress and lightly pinch their nipples. At the same time, Alyson was lightly running her hands over June's buttocks, repeatedly spreading and kneading them together. June had her choice of using her hands on either a male or female body and kept switching between the two. To June the setup of Jim fucking his sister continued to add to the eroticism of the moment. She just couldn't believe how turned on she was and wanted it to go on forever. Under the double stimulation, Alyson was the first to go off. June could feel her build through Alyson's increasingly erratic movement of her groin against her mouth. Finally, Alyson reared back from June's cunt, stiffened, and gasped out, "Oh god… god… god, I'm cumming, Jim… June… don't stop, oh god, don't stop… I'M CUMMING!!" Spasmodically, she bucked her hips forward to June's tongue and back onto Jim's cock as her orgasm peaked and then subsided. Finally her gasping slowed and she lowered her head to the inside of June's thigh and lazily moved her head down to June's pussy to continue her interrupted tongue stroking. Almost as soon as Alyson started licking June felt her orgasm begin to blossom and she clamped her mouth down onto Alyson's cunt. With Jane's obvious pending orgasm, Jim also felt himself ready to shoot. "Oh god… I'm going to cum… jeezus… Sis… your cunt… June… your mouth, your tongue… here it comes… take it Sis… take it up your cunt…" June could feel Jim's cock pulsated under her tongue at the same time as her own orgasm shot through her. Their gasping intertwined so much that Alyson, in her post-coital haze, was hard pressed to say who was doing what gasping. Finally, they were all three done. Jim's cock slowly deflated from inside Alyson. June gave Alyson's slit one parting lick, the tip of her tongue just catching a dribble of Jim's cum which was beginning to seep out. She twisted around to again be face to face with Alyson and lazily gathered her into her arms. Alyson spoke first, “Damn June, why didn’t we try something like this sooner?” June responded, “I have no idea, but after a little rest I definitely want to make up for some lost time." Spiral Ch. 04 “She’s fuckin' what?” exclaimed Alyson. “She’s flying out here from Atlanta, tomorrow.” responded Jim. “And when – exactly – were you going to ask me if I wanted to meet her?” asked Alyson, feeling furious at his – what?.. presumption, damn right, she thought who the hell was he to presume she wanted to meet her mother. He responded to her unspoken thought, “Alyson, I’m your brother, your twin, I know you want to.” Alyson thought, you know, this twin brain wave stuff could be a pain. He’s right; I do want to meet her. She took a breath and said, “You’re right. Okay, when and where.” “2 pm, at the airport.” So, here she was, with Jim… the airport… 2 pm, standing and waiting on the other side of the security barrier. She reviewed in her mind the peculiar relationship mother and son had had while Jim was growing up. Rather then keep him as her own child, Ellen – or more exactly her mother – had arranged for Jim to be adopted by herself - his grandmother. So, for the first 13 years of his life his grandmother had raised him while his real mother had gone to college, gotten married and then divorced. Jim only knew his real mother as a cousin who appeared occasionally, then disappeared. It was during the divorce that his true relationship to her had come out. The divorce had been significant enough to rate a few inches of column in the Atlanta Journal and a friend at school had shown it to him. He had confronted his adopted mama/real grandmother with the article when he got home from school that day. She had called her daughter and that evening all three had sat down and thrashed it out. The net result had been that Jim still referred to his mother as Ellen, his grandmother as Mama, and Ellen had begun visiting more frequently. Alyson saw her first, recognizing her from a photo Jim had shown her. She tried to view her mother, for just a moment, as objectively as she could. Intelligent looks, expensive but not flashy clothing, and physically - a well-shaped body. She nudged Jim and pointed her out with a lifting of her chin. "Ellen", he spoke just a bit above normal volume as he walked towards her. She turned towards him and then quickly moved. They met, came into each other's arms, and kissed. Alyson looked on, her amazement growing, as the kiss went beyond a quick kiss between mother and son. Finally they broke apart and Ellen turned to her a little breathless. "Alyson?" she said, part statement, part query. Alyson could feel tears start to well up in her eyes as she looked at her mother face to face for the first time in her life. Their arms went out and Alyson and Ellen just held each other, very close. Finally, with a sniffle, Alyson pulled her head away to look into her mother's teary face. They found they just couldn't talk or let go of each other. With their arms around each other's waist they walked to a quiet section of the waiting area while Jim went to claim Ellen's luggage. Talking had turned out to be more difficult then the shared emotionalism of the hug, but it finally came in fits and starts. Alyson's talking came down to two main questions - why had Ellen given her up and what the hell was that kiss with Jim all about? "I'll take the easier question first", said Ellen sighed, and "I gave you up because I was young, selfish and stupid. I was 15 when I got pregnant and, by the time my mother and I got through with the fighting it was too late for an abortion. Because of the possibility of a scandal, mama insisted I not go to the hospital, even when yours and Jim's birth turned out to be a difficult one." "A scandal, yes, especially with me being black." interjected Alyson. "Come on Alyson, we didn't know that until you were born. But once you were, well yes, that did add to the problem." responded Ellen. "I was ill for close to 3 months afterwards and mama ended up arranging everything concerning you and Jim. To be brutally honest, afterwards - when I got better - I really didn't object too strongly. Oh, there was yelling and everything with mama, but I think she could tell my heart just wasn't in it. So I went on and worked out my own life, such as it became. The only good part I've had has been watching Jim grow up and even that I almost missed if it hadn't been for the divorce." "You mean about Jim confronting you and his grandmother about you being his mother?" queried Alyson. "Yes." responded Ellen. "Okay," said Alyson, "that sort of answers my first question, but what about the second, that greeting with Jim?" At that point Jim appeared with Ellen's luggage and in the ensuing move out to Jim's car, the question was put on hold. When they got to Jim's car, Alyson sat up front with him, while Ellen got into the back seat. Once the car got underway, Alyson turned to Ellen repeated the question. "Is there something going on between you and Jim?" Ellen looked at her then moved her eyes to look at Jim's reflection in the rear view mirror. He gave her a slight nod. She responded to Alyson. "Yes, Alyson, there is." Jim expanded on the point saying, "Ellen and I have been screwing since I was in college. Do you have an issue with that Alyson? But first, think about it before you say anything," Alyson turned to face the front and spoke very deliberately. "So let me get this straight. I've just met the woman who happens to be the mother who basically threw me away at birth and find out the loving brother I've been fucking like a mink for the past week is also into screwing his/my mother. And you want to know if I have an issue with that?" "Yes", replied Jim. Alyson glanced back at her mother who was sitting calmly looking at her. "You know about me and Jim fucking then?" Alyson asked her. "Yes, Alyson, I do, so you can't shock me with that." she replied. Alyson turned to Jim asking, "So, it was okay for her to know about us, but for some reason it wasn't okay for me to know about the two of you?" "Okay didn't come into it", Jim replied, "I just didn't see what good it would do for you to know and I didn't want it to prejudice you towards Ellen." "Anymore than it does now?" Alyson shot back. "Yes." replied Jim. Alyson turned to face the front of the car and sat with her arms rigidly folded across her chest. They drove like this for several minutes, in heavy silence. Finally, Alyson sighed in resignation and spoke. "No." "No, what?" asked Jim. "No, I don't have an issue with it… except one." "Which is?" asked Jim. "How are we going to work out who sleeps where - and with whom?" Alyson responded. That broke the ice and the heavy silence quickly turned into a 3-way conversation about their respective pasts. Ellen was staying at Alyson's, so they unpacked there and then went out sightseeing. That evening they had dinner at one of the city's better restaurants, finally ending up back at Alyson's. Somehow Ellen and Jim ended up on the sofa while Alyson reclined in one of the easy chairs. Jackets were gone and shoes - at least the women's - were kicked off onto the floor. Jim had been rubbing the back of Ellen's neck and she slowly, tiredly turned towards him saying, "You better start something soon Jim or I'm going to go right to sleep. Remember, it's three hours later for me." With that Jim leaned over and kissed her on the lips letting it grow into a full, passionate, tongue swapping lip lock. Part way through the kiss their hands started moving over each other's bodies. Jim started unbuttoning the front of blouse, kissing her torso where each button had lain. Ellen arched her back as he pulled the blouse out from her skirt. He then reached around in back of her, unclasping her bra. Simultaneously, Ellen was unbuttoning Jim's shirt. Alyson was watching all this from her chair, half seeing it as a rerun of her and Jim's first night on the same sofa. They broke the kiss and shrugged their loose upper clothing onto the floor. Alyson had a glimpse of Ellen's breasts before Jim started bathing them with tongue and lips. They were fuller and rounder then hers, with larger aureoles, but smaller nipples. The breasts were not as perky as hers were, but then, she thought slyly, hers were 24 years younger. As she watched the kiss resume, she started to feel herself getting wetter between her legs as her nipples started to rise on her breasts. She brought the fingertips of her right hand up to left breast and began slowly massaging its nipple. Jim was beginning to move his left hand up Ellen's skirt until he encountered her, now wet, panty crotch. He pushed them aside and began pushing his fingers into her slit. As soon as his fingers hit her clit, Ellen exploded. "Ohhhhh ggggod, I'm cummmmming." she screamed. Her legs beat a tattoo against the sofa until her orgasm subsided. Sheepishly she looked around and said by way of explanation, "It's been a while… actually since the last time you were home at Christmas, Jim." Ellen stood and stripped her skirt and panties onto the floor. Jim stood and did the same. Ellen moved to him and put her hand to Jim's cock. After massaging it slowly for a while, she slowly lowered herself onto the sofa positioning herself with her legs spread without letting go of Jim's cock. She pulled him down onto her and positioned him at her cunt. Jim slowly pushed into her, she arched her back, drawing her breath in as she bit down on her lower lip. Ellen turned her head to look over at her daughter. Alyson now had her fingers up her short skirt and was slowly masturbating herself. Ellen spoke, "He's a hell of fuck isn't he?" "Yeah," Alyson said, "one hell of a fuck." Ellen then returned her attention to her son as he began rotating his hips into her. He dipped his head during some thrusts to softly bite her nipples and pull them from her breasts before letting them go. After a few moments he began to pick up the pace as Ellen moved her hips in response to his motion. Alyson, in response, began to pick up her pace too. The room was filled with just the sound of Ellen's and Jim's bodies pistoning into each other and their increasingly heavy breathing. On occasion, the sound of their breathing became synchronized so at times it seemed only one of them was breathing. Alyson, watching her brother screwing her mother, began prompting them. "Fuck her Jim, fuck the bitch. Shoot into her, let her feel it, slam her Bro, slam her good… AIYEE, I'm cumming." Jim began responding. "Oh god… yeah… fuck her… fuck her… that's what I'm doin' Sis. I'm cumming, I'm cummin….!!" Ellen, listening to her son's and daughter's vocalizations felt her own orgasm building. "Alyson… look at us… Jim - my son - your brother, he's shooting his cum into me - your mother - I can feel it… it's building in me… yeah… yeah… oh god… I'm cumming… cumming." Their cries and gasps became more ragged and drawn out as they came down from their high. Alyson was startled when she heard Jim give a quiet chuckle. "Look at Ellen." he said. She did and realized Ellen was asleep with Jim's cock still in her. She motioned for Jim to stay where he was and went down the hallway into the bathroom. She returned with a warm, wet hand towel and carried it over to the sofa. She pushed it between Ellen and Jim as Jim slowly pulled himself out of his mother. He gasped with pleasure as the warm towel wrapped around his prick. He pulled himself away to sit at the far end of the sofa. Then looked on in amazement as Alyson slowly began licking her mother's mons and then began moving into her slit. Ellen stirred in her sleep and opened her legs at a position to make herself more accessible to whatever was causing her to feel so good. Alyson began sucking on her mother's labia causing them to contract and expel Jim's cum in a steady flow into her mouth. She kept on licking until she felt the flow stopped. She lifted her head and turned to look at Jim. She shook her head in disbelief at his rock hard cock. She stood and motioned for Jim to take their mother down the hallway to the condo's guestroom. She followed him down to the room and turned down the bed so Jim could slip her into it. They pulled the covers up and each, in turn, gave her a kiss on the lips while she continued sleeping, a slight smile on her face. They walked out of the room, Alyson turning off the light and closing the door behind them. She turned to Jim and said. "Well, bother, now let's see if you can nail me as well as you did our mother." Jim smiled at her use of 'our mother' and responded. "It will be your pleasure." She smacked his ass. Spiral Ch. 05 Jim and Alyson woke the next morning a little later than usual, as it was a Sunday. For a few moments they just looked at each other, wondering again at the strange twist of fate that had brought them together. Then they leaned into each other for a good morning kiss. When Jim opened his mouth to slip his tongue into Alyson's mouth, she suddenly reared away from him. "Oh yuck, no you don't." she exclaimed. "What… why?" he responded. "Not until you wash your mouth out with something. That garlic on the carbonara you had last night is definitely not getting into my mouth." she stated. "Oh hell, I need to pee anyway." he said as he slipped off the bed. When Jim returned from the bathroom, he paused and sniffed the air. "I smell coffee… I thought Jane was away this weekend." he said. "She is," Alyson replied, "it must be mother." Alyson slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom for a shower, while Jim opted to return to the bed for a few moments of lolling. She returned from the shower, stating, "Your turn." before putting on a bathrobe and heading down the hallway to the kitchen. Ellen was sitting at the kitchen island wearing a bathrobe with a towel wrapped around her head. She looked up as Alyson came in. "Good morning, I hope my getting up I didn't wake you." she said. "No, it was the coffee." replied Alyson, heading to the pot on the island. She fixed herself a cup, then turned and faced Ellen. They looked at each other. "Did you sleep okay?" Alyson asked. "Yes, I did." Ellen replied. She paused, then continued. "I vaguely remember afterwards… that was you wasn't it? And not Jim." Alyson nodded and then found herself looking Ellen as a woman and decided she was definitely one sexy female. She felt herself getting a little flustered at this, after all, this woman - whom she had gladly chowed down on last night - was her mother. Ellen caught a hint of her consternation and, in a moment of wickedness, opted to turn her whole body to Alyson letting the robe slip open just enough to reveal she wasn't wearing anything under it. "You know," Ellen said with a smile, "I've never done it with another female before… and right now I want to do it with you, and…" her smile broadening, "I do owe you one." Alyson caught lower lip as her mother rose out of her seat and walked over to her. Alyson turned to put her coffee cup down and felt Ellen move into her back, her arms coming around Alyson's waist as she buried her lips into Alyson's neck. Her hands moved up from Alyson's waist and, reaching beneath her robe, softly caressed Alyson's breasts. Alyson leaned back into her mother and, reaching to her own waist, untied her robe to give Ellen freer access. For a few moments, Ellen and Alyson stood at the counter, Ellen moving her hands over Alyson's breasts while trying to mold their bodies into one entity. Finally Alyson pushed her back and turned to face her, shrugging off her robe. Ellen untied hers and let it join Alyson's on the floor. They moved together again, this time front to front, mashing their lips together in a passionate kiss. They broke apart, both breathing heavily. Ellen began planting kisses all over Alyson's face murmuring… "Alyson… my baby… my little baby… mama loves you so much…" Slowly, the kiss inched their way down Alyson's face… to her neck… to her shoulders… and, finally, her breasts. Ellen's tongue moved over them softly, with barely a whisper of her lips. Her hands moved to Alyson's buttocks, just as Alyson moved one hand moved to her buttocks while the other went between Ellen's shoulder blades pressing her face into Alyson's breasts. They meshed their pelvises together, mound against mound, bone to bone. "Oh god, mama," Alyson panted, "I can't believe how fuckin' hot I am… do me, just do me." Alyson was surprised when Ellen suddenly disengaged herself and, putting her hands around Alyson's waist, with surprising strength lifted her onto the island. When her ass hit the cold countertop, she gasped. "Holy shit, that's cold." Her mother looked at her in amusement and laughingly said, "Suffer bitch." while pulling Alyson's legs onto the counter and spreading them wide. She ran her tongue lightly down the inside of Alyson's right thigh, until it came in contact with her clipped pubic hairs just above her slit. Ellen pulled them into her mouth, slurping her spittle over them until they glistened. Then, she headed south. Gently she moved her tongue into the space between Alyson's hood and clit, licking up the nectar gathered there. She gave Alyson's clit a quick lick before pushing her tongue into Alyson's cunt hole. Alyson's lubricating cream almost gushed out onto Ellen's tongue. Ellen tried to press her face in closer, but realized the towel wrapped around her head was in the way. She stripped it off and dropped it on the floor. Now, she pressed her face in closer, her tongue swirling up Alyson's cunt as far as she could go, reveling in the taste and smell as her nose bumped into Alyson's clit. Ellen suddenly felt a hand slipping between her thighs and, after a moments hesitation, realized that it had to be Jim. She lifted her head and turning to him said, "No, go sit down, I want to really concentrate on Alyson." Jim complied. He grinned at Alyson as she returned it with one of her own. He slowly began moving a hand over his cock as he watched his sister and mother. Ellen had returned to pushing her tongue up Alyson's cunt. After a few moments she pulled Alyson further forward on the counter, rotating her ups up and placing Alyson's legs on her shoulder. She now had access to the area behind Alyson's cunt. Ellen started licking the thin strip of flesh between her cunt and asshole. After a few moments she pushed her tongue into Alyson's pink rosebud. Alyson automatically clenched her asshole as the tongue began moving into it, but then willed herself to loosen up so the tongue could intrude into it. Ellen began flicking her tongue just inside the entrance. After a bit she began reversing herself, taking her tongue out of Alyson's ass, across the strip, slowly up the cunt slip… slowly… slowly… driving Alyson crazy with anticipation. Finally… finally - as Alyson cried out - Ellen caught Alyson's clit between her lips and started to gently nibble it. Alyson arched her back a bit to press it into Ellen's mouth. At the same time her hand went to the back of her mother's head mashing it into her clit, essentially cutting off her breathing. Ellen pulled herself free saying, "Greedy little girl. If you don't behave, mama spank." Alyson looked at her challengingly, noting the glistening spittle and oils on Ellen's lower face, saying "You wouldn't dare." Before Alyson could say another word, Ellen had grabbed her legs and twisted her over so she was face down on the counter, her ass exposed to the world. With one arm wrapped around Alyson's legs, Ellen delivered 3 quick, stinging blows to her buttocks. Then, just as quickly, Ellen flipped Alyson back over into her original position. Both heard Jim's laughter. Alyson shot him a look and said, "Your ass is mine…" as her mother began licking her way down the inside of Alyson's left leg "…later." Again, Ellen captured Alyson's clit and began working it - at her own pace. She licked it for a while, then nibbled it with her lips, then with her teeth. Every time Alyson felt she was just about to cum, her mother changed the cycle. It was driving her nuts. Finally… finally, she knew that this time she was going to do it. She began chanting… "God… god… yes… yes… this time… this time." She glanced over at her brother who was beginning to pound his meat more furiously as he tried to time his cumming to hers. "Oh god… mommy… I'm cumming… I'm cumming… MOMMIEEE… CUMMING!!!" Her body spasmed… and spasmed… and spasmed as it heaved at the jolts of release shooting through it. Slowly she relaxed onto the counter top, her mother flicking her tongue across Alyson's clit just enough to wring post orgasm gasps from her with every contact. Finally, Alyson just laid there, a smile on her face as her mother's face rose from between her legs. She kissed Alyson's thighs then crawled on top of her to give her a very moist, very flavorful kiss. They broke the kiss and quickly and repeatedly kissed each other on the lips until they turned their heads to rest their cheeks on each other. Both were now looking at Jim. His cum was everywhere on his torso… his cock, his thighs, his belly, his chest. Ellen looked into Alyson's eyes, gave her a quick kiss and rolled off her body and the counter to stand on the floor. She walked over to where Jim sat, hand still on his cock, milking the last dregs out of his balls - his eyes tightly closed. Ellen leaned over him and began licking the cum off his chest - causing his eyes to fly open in surprise. Slowly, she licked he way down his body… his chest… his belly… his thighs… and then up to his cock, where a large pool of cum nested on his hand, still wrapped around his cock. She slurped that off as well, swishing it for a second in mouth before swallowing it. She then proceeded to lick both his hand and cock as clean as she could - eliciting a gasp each time her tongue hit his sensitive cock head. Finally, Ellen straightened up and taking a look at her daughter - supporting herself on her elbows as she watched her mother clean up her brother, and then her son - who still sat in the chair with a shit eating grin on his face, and asked "Jesus, after this, what's a person got to do for breakfast around here?"