Jet Club 01 - Sister's Wedding
My sister Harriett was getting married — to this big guy with an Italian-sounding name, Veryo Brotelli.
I was invited, of course, as my sister's only family, her twin brother. I had been the master coordinator in the last, frantic hours before the wedding with keys to all the important rooms like Veryo's, so he could avoid seeing his bride before the wedding, Harriett's to make sure all she needed was there, my own so I could get a breather now and again. You get the picture.
The wedding went really well and I fairly enjoyed the well-stocked bar, an enjoyment I would come to regret painfully later, but you'll learn soon enough as that's the theme of this story.
I vaguely remember Veryo on the phone at some point in the evening, talking on his mobile phone (as he always did). "
Si. Si. Capisce. Si. Aha. Si. Ciao." Eloquent guy, my brother-in-law. He went over to my sister and said. "I am so sorry, but I have to leave,
Bella."
"Why?" Harriett asked.
"Unavoidable business," Veryo said. "
Ciao!" He kissed her lightly and left the party.
Harriett shrugged and helped herself to another glass of champagne and so did I.
I can't say I have any coherent ideas of how the evening went on, apart from me downing allsorts of booze until I realised that I had to get back to my room or perish at the bar. I staggered into the lift and managed to get myself to the eighth floor.
"808," I mumbled to myself as I staggered along the corridor. "8-0-8."
I grabbed the key from my pocket and tried to unlock the door, but it wouldn't. Eventually I got a brainwave and looked at the number on the key. 818.
"Ah," I thought. "The other side of the corridor."
I turned around, crossed the corridor, opened the door and went in. I didn't turn on the light, instead I just stripped naked and collapsed on top of the bed. I fell asleep immediately and slept soundly until ...
"
What the fuck!!!!!" somebody screamed at the top of his voice.
I wearily opened an eye, hoping the noise and the headache would go away.
They didn't.
"
What the fuck is going on?!?!?!?!?!"
I brushed the arm away from my chest and sat up. At the other end of the room, just inside the door was Veryo. Beet red in the face and with a wild look in his eyes.
"Oh hi Ver," I mumbled. "What are you doing in my room? And what's going on? Do you think you could be a bit quieter." I sort of smiled. "I had a good time yesterday and it seems to haunt me now."
"Good time," he sniggered. "I can see that." He seemed like he was about to burst a blood vessel. "What the fuck are you doing with my wife?" He pointed to the bed.
I turned my head slowly and did a double-take.
Next to me was Harriett.
My sister.
Sleeping.
Naked!
Nice breasts.
Well-trimmed bush.
What the hell was she doing in my bed?
"
What the fuck are you doing in our room?" He screamed so loudly that Harriett woke.
"What's going on, Ver?" Harriett said and sat up. She suddenly realised that I was next to her naked and that Veryo was standing fully dressed across the room. "Oh!" she exclaimed and tried to cover herself with the quilt.
"Fuck!" Veryo said. "I haven't even fucked my wife yet and find her in bed with her brother. How disgusting is that?"
I suddenly realised he was sprouting a gun in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. He pressed some numbers and held the phone to his ear, staring at us continuously. "Oh hi
Bellissima. — You're welcome, I enjoyed it too. — No, but bring the camcorder to room 818. — Yeah. — Right now, only put a fresh memory card in, I want to save the one we just recorded. — Right. Five minutes." He hung up and threw the phone on the nearest chair. "You two," he said and wiggled his finger in front of us, apparently calmer now. "Since I can't get the cat back into the bag, I might as well make the most of it."
"But Veryo," Harriett started. "I thought you were in the bed. I was so drunk and I didn't even turn the light on. I just went straight to the bed and fell asleep."
Veryo laughed loudly. "Yeah right. And I believe in
Babbo Natale. No?" He pointed at his eyes. "I see what I see. No? And I come in and see my new wife snuggled up to her brother, an arm caressing his front and breasts pressed against his back. And you want me to believe that nothing happened. Huh? Next thing I'll be talking to
La Fatina dei denti, no?"
"But it
is true, My Love!"
Veryo's hand chopped through the air. "
Basta! No more of that foolishness! Be quiet!"
Harriett leaned on my shoulder and hugged her arms around me to draw comfort. I'm not so sure I were worthy of that, for the feeling of her breast against my side and her arms around my torso made me hard, despite the somewhat bizarre situation we were in.
After a few minutes of intense silence, a knock indicated the visitor and Veryo opened the door with one hand, letting in a tall platinum blonde girl of about eighteen or so. She wore a very tight dress that accentuated her wide hips and huge breasts with hard nipples, and it was so short that I expected to see her knickers any time. Only I didn't, as she didn't wear any. She walked over to him with one of those small camcorders you can almost hide in your hand and held it out. He pulled her closer and gave her a kiss that was anything but chaste.
She glanced towards the bed and whispered, "In front of your wife?"
"Fuck yeah," he replied. "She's been with her own brother so why the hell shouldn't I be with you?" He nodded towards the camera in her hand. "Did you remove the memory card with our fun stuff?"
"I did. And I put a fresh one in instead."
"Good. Now sit down and enjoy the show," he said with a malicious glint in his eyes. "I want to save this for when I feel like beating the meat."
She sat down and when she crossed her legs I got a short glimpse of her hairless privates.
I looked at Harriett and she at me. What was going on? Well, we weren't kept in darkness for long.
"OK, you two. Let me see some action!"
"No, Honey. I can't! It's my brother!"
"Yeah, it's your fucking brother alright, but you'd better get going unless you want to see the colour of his brains!"
"But ..." I tried to start. "I ..."
"Shut up!" Veryo shouted. "You're hard for her already. Now get going or you're gone! Capisce?"
"I can't!" I cried. "She's my ..."
"
Shut up! I said. Eat her out first and then give me something to remember you by."
Harriett was crying and whispered, "You'd better do it, I think he's mad enough to kill you if you don't."
I gave her a kiss of reassurance on the top of her head before crawling down to the end of the bed to get better access to her pussy. She had a beautiful pussy, well formed and well proportioned labia and a big clitoris that screamed 'Suck me!' I started licking her, well aware of the recording camcorder ... and the gun. She was drier than the Moab desert when I started, but as my tongue flicked across her clitoris and as my lips kissed hers, she became more and more wet, not only from my spit but from her own juices.
After almost fifteen minutes of this, my tongue was almost numb, but I persevered and just as I thought I had to give up, Harriett's nipples suddenly hardened and she arced up and shook like she was possessed. She was panting, but apart from that she didn't emit a sound.
"Beautiful," Veryo smirked. "And now fuck her like there is no tomorrow." He smiled evilly. "And in your case it might be more true than you know."
I looked at him pleadingly. "I can't!"
"Oh yes you can. Mr. Remington here says so." He waved his pistol in front of my nose. "And little Sean seems to agree." He used his gun to flick my erection.
"I'm sorry, Sis," I whispered as I climbed up and positioned my hard-on at her dripping pussy.
"Don't be, Sean," she whispered back. "Just be gentle. You're my first!"
My eyebrows must have jumped to my hairline. She was almost twenty and hadn't had sex before. Wow!
I slowly penetrated her labia and started out with short thrusts to get her used to the feeling. After a while, when she seemed to have adjusted to my size, I went a little deeper until I reached her hymen. I took one of her hands and guided it to her clitoris and made her understand that she had to help herself too. Her fingers rubbed across her clitoris slowly at first, but as she got into it and as I pressed harder, the speed went up and up. When she had another orgasm, I pressed through and without her apparently realising it, I had deflowered her. I could feel the blood. Somehow, blood is not as slippery as her love juices but after a few seconds of that feeling, her juices had flushed the blood out and it was smooth sailing again.
I kept pounding her harder and harder, and she seemed to roll along a continuous orgasm all the while. She smiled at me now and mouthed, "I love you!" between her gasps for air. Her tight pussy felt really good around my dick and there was only so much I could do to hold it back. With a deep growl, I started to fill her with one hot, hard shot after the other. I can't remember when last I had had a release so intense and I almost passed out from it.
"Cream her front!" Veryo ordered, waving his gun. Despite the glorious feeling of Harriett's wet pussy, I withdrew and started to send shot after white shot over her writhing body, covering every inch from her pussy to her breasts. When I collapsed on top of her, I could see the blonde in the chair was masturbating frantically.
"Great footage," Veryo said enthusiastically. "And Stella liked it too, I see." He looked at the blonde's spread legs and the fingers' dance across her distended nub. "You'd better finish now,
Bellissima. We're leaving for your place and then I can give you a proper treatment while we watch this nice performance again." He switched his gaze back to Harriett and me, and his mood darkened considerably. "As for you two, I've got plans. So unless you want to end up like cold slabs of meat in the morgue, you'd better do as I say."
"What do you want from us?" Harriett asked in a timid voice.
"What I want from you?" He gave us a sinister laugh that reminded me of the mad scientists of a bad B movie. "What I want is simple. I want you to work at the Jet Club every night."
"The Jet Club?" I said. "Never heard of it."
"You wouldn't," Veryo said. "It's a bit out of your league. And by invitation only."
"What type of club is it?" Harriett asked.
"It's a sex club, My Dear. And you're going to show people everything." He laughed his mad scientist laugh again. "But one thing is for sure, I'm not going to have a sex-starved wife!" He turned around and flung a business card on the bed. "I leave you to enjoy the rest of the night and most of tomorrow together before meeting at the club at nine o'clock tomorrow night. Clothes optional."
Stella had stopped masturbating and just sat in the chair with her eyes closed, her legs spread and her wet pussy on view.
"Come on,
Bellissima," Veryo said and took her hand. "I need some release after watching that show."
"Oh Sean!" Harriett sighed when the door had slammed behind her husband and his misstress. "What do we do?"
I lay back on the bed and pulled her closer until she was half beside me and half on top of me. I caressed her lovingly before saying anything.
"Do you think he'll kill us if we don't go to the club?"
Tears were rolling down her cheeks when she silently nodded.
"Well then, we'll go to the club!"
"Oh Sean!" Her hands were roaming down my front and were nuzzling my dick that reacted as it usually did when caressed by a woman: It got hard. "That's so beautiful." She sat up and slid her leg across mine in a sensual move, keeping eye contact all the time, showing that this was deliberate on her part.
She wanted me.
My sister wanted me.
Sexually!
She positioned herself over my superhard erection and rotated her hips, teasing the end of my dick when her labia touched it and occasionally slid along it.
We were both panting from desire.
"I want you, Sean. Inside me. I want you to fill my pussy with your hard cock. I want us to come together. In both meanings. I want you to make love to me." She sat down hard and impaled herself completely. "Now!!"
I gasped.
This time we didn't do it at gun point. We did it because we wanted to do it.
We did it for us.
Brother and sister in an illegal act of love.
For love.
In love, I realised.
Harriett bent over and let her exquisite, hard nipples tickle my chest before bending down to kiss me passionately.
"I love you, Sis!"
She kissed me.
"For real, Sis!"
She kissed me again.
"I'm in love with you, you know!"
She nodded and kissed me once more.
"I'm mad about you!"
She put her hands on my cheeks and drew herself close. "I know, Darling. I feel the same. I shiver just from thinking about you and have a core meltdown every time I look at you! Oh God, I should never had married that brute!"
"Shh," I whispered. "Just enjoy it. I know I do."
She moved languidly on top of me, kissing and caressing and enjoying the experience until we were so full of each other that our cups ran over. She held onto my hair, kissing me passionately as we came simultaneously. The blood thundered in my ears as my heart was doing overtime to do justice to this sacred moment. Her pussy spasmed around my spewing member and I could feel the contractions deep inside me, where they built the pressure that ended up in the geysers of incestuous sperm that filled my sister's deep velvety cave of love.
When I had spent the last drop of semen inside her, we were both panting from the exhaustion of the experience. It was amazing how even slow lovemaking can make you almost faint.
Harriett looked lovingly into my eyes and mouthed thank you before falling asleep on top of me, my dwindling dick still inside her. I managed to move a little up, trying to keep my dick from falling out if I could, before falling asleep myself.
We woke up several times during the night, making love each time, leaving both of us raw and sore in the morning, but it was definitely worth it.
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