Motherfucker's Curse - Chapter Three

 

"What happened to you?" I asked Chris, grinning because I sorta felt like the king of the world after making up with Wendy.

We were made-up too, of that I had no doubt. I loved her and I'd made love to her and best of all…We weren't even related! She wasn't a boy either, I thought, as I felt the confused pangs of guilt and affection hit my conscience. I loved Kylie too, and Ginny, and I'd made love to both of them, but the reality was that I shouldn't have loved either of them. It sounds selfish, I know, but for once in my life it seemed as if fate was on my side.

I could love Wendy. I could marry her. I could even have children with her, although she seemed a little more eager in that department than I was…God! I really hoped she'd been joking about that ovulating stuff! I knew she wasn't though and I figured it had to do with my mom. Like if I knocked Wendy up, Mom would have to let me go, right? Except Mom thought she was pregnant and she wanted to use that to hold onto me. Fuck! 

My happiness was evaporating quickly and I had to stop thinking about my mom, that's all there was to it. As if I could? Yeah right! But now that I had Wendy again, it seemed like anything was possible, even breaking up with Mom…Except she was carrying my baby.

"Huh?" I blinked at Chris. "What did you say?"

"She broke up with me, dude." He looked miserable as we sat in the back of our calculus class. I'd missed gym completely, but Mom had written me a note. That had to be funny, getting note from my mom explaining why I was late because I'd been fucking her. I wasn't laughing though.

"Ginny broke up with you? When?"

"This morning," Chris sighed. "Before school. She told me she just didn't want to go out with me anymore."

"Did she say why?" I asked with a hard swallow and doing my best not to look guilty, but…

"She said she didn't love me anymore."

"Oh man." I frowned. "That sucks."

"Yeah."

"What are you gonna do?"

"I don't know." He looked up at me. "I love her, dude."

"Maybe you could, um…get her flowers or something."

"She told me not to call her," Chris snorted, looking back down at his hands. "I think she's got a different boyfriend."

"You do?" I cleared my throat nervously. "Who?"

"I don't know, but when I find the fucker, I'm gonna kill him."

"Did she say anything?"

"She didn't have to, I could tell."

"Well, girls are weird sometimes." I shrugged. "Maybe she just needs some time or…"

"Time for what?" he asked, staring at me beneath his narrow eyebrows. "We never did anything. I was always nice to her."

"Sometimes girls don't want nice," I sighed.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," I said, giving him a shrug. "I'm just thinking about Wendy."

"You think Ginny fucked somebody?" Chris asked, thinking that's what I meant. "She always said she wanted to wait and..."

"What? No!" I shook my head quickly.

"Oh man! I bet she did. Why would she do that?"

"Ginny? She's still a virgin," I lied, smiling as if he was being stupid. "Come on. She's just being a girl."

"You're lucky," he sighed. "Maybe Wendy fucked around? But she never broke up with you."

"Yeah." I nodded, thinking it was pretty strange talking to Chris about Wendy, since he'd been one of the guys who'd fucked her. But I'd fucked Ginny too, so…I almost wished I hadn't.

"Breaking up is a lot worse," Chris decided. "If you really love her."

"I guess so," I agreed and by that time the teacher was getting pissed so we had to stop talking. There wasn't much else to say anyhow.

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I'd just sat down next to Wendy in the library, getting a rush of happiness from the smile she gave me, when I noticed Ginny. She sort of hid behind one of the large bookcases across the room and waved her fingers when she caught my eyes. Not like a friendly hello sort of wave either, but more like a, "Come here! We need to talk." sort of wave. I just wasn't sure what we had to talk about, except maybe not seeing each other again.

That sucked, but I'd already resigned myself to the idea and it had hurt at first, but what choice did we have? Aside from the fact that my parents were kinda weird about it, my jealous mother especially, Ginny was my half-sister! And that awful truth was the one that convinced me most, the other truth being Wendy and how much I loved her. We'd made up and I'd forgiven her and things had changed drastically since I'd knocked on Ginny's door Sunday afternoon.

Of course, the good thing was that Ginny knew it too. She'd been crying Monday morning, but accepting the truth the way we both had to. I didn't understand why she'd broken up with Chris, but I figured maybe Ginny just felt guilty because she wasn't a virgin anymore. I knew she liked Chris a lot. She just needed some time to remember that, some distance between what we'd done and the rest of her life. Closure, I thought, that's what Ginny was looking for, and she just wanted to say goodbye.

I know I did. I wanted to tell her I'd always love her and never forget her and especially talk to her about our relationship. I mean, I had a sister! God! That odd fact seemed to have been lost somehow, even by us, but I didn't want to ignore it. If I couldn't love her as my girlfriend, I knew I could love her as my sister. It would be kind of awkward maybe, sorta weird since I'd taken her virginity and all, but we could do it. I'd lived my whole life as an only child, and Ginny too, only to find out we weren't. That had to mean something to her too, right?

Yeah. I wanted to talk to her. I had a sister now and I had my girlfriend back and life, I decided, wasn't so bad after all. Maybe. I'd decide after I sorted things out with Mom and with Wendy's help, I could do it!

"I'll be right back," I said smiling at Wendy and trying to look innocent, which I was.

"Where are you going?" She narrowed her eyes, but not suspiciously. She was just curious.

"I, uh…I saw Ginny over there." I sorta gestured in the girl's general direction, but she'd disappeared behind the books.

"Ginny?" Wendy gave me a funny look. "What about her?"

"She broke up with Chris this morning," I explained as I stood up.

"She did?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "I just wanna see if I can find out why."

"Probably because they're both idiots!" Wendy laughed and she didn't really like either of them, even though she'd let Chris fuck her. I tried not to think about that.

"Probably." I shrugged. "Be right back."

"Hmmm…" Wendy pouted, not wanting to sit there alone while I talked to my best friend's ex-girlfriend. "Don't take too long."

"I won't," I said, earning me a look from Mrs. Thorpe, the old librarian. Wendy and I were still on her naughty list as she called it.

I found Ginny at the back of a dead end aisle full of Fiction M-S and I grabbed a book at random, Salt Water Taffy by Frank McCoy, whoever he is. I just needed something in my hands so I could look busy if Mrs. Thorpe decided to check up on us. She did that because some of the kids used the library for a make out spot since it was kinda like a maze and not very crowded usually. Most people liked to go to the computer lab and get on the internet for study hall.

"Hi Ginny," I said with a smile. "What's going on?"

"Hi." She smiled back, but her hazel eyes looked serious and almost sad, and I supposed that made sense.

Seeing her up close, standing next to her, I felt the emotions inside. She still looked pretty to me, even with her limp brown hair and plain features, her sorta boring clothes that made her look a little heavier than she really was. Ginny wasn't ugly at all, not even ordinary to my eyes, and I loved her. I couldn't help it. I remembered making love to her and taking her virginity, our little fight and then how we'd made love again…God! My sister, Ginny. Those memories hurt, but I was glad I had them anyway.

"I, um…heard you broke up with Chris," I said slowly, watching her face as she nodded. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she whispered. "Did you tell Wendy yet?"

"Uh…" I smiled nervously. "Tell her what?"

"About us," Ginny said, stepping closer and searching my eyes with hers. "I've missed you so much, Jimmy."

"Oh…Yeah, um…" I blinked as she put her arms around my neck, standing tip-toe and looking for a kiss.

"I love you," she breathed, waiting for it, expecting me to kiss her and tell her everything she wanted to hear, except…

"But you're my sister," I said dumbly. "I thought…"

"I don't care," she said, pulling my mouth to hers and I was too surprised to stop her.

Ginny's tongue tickled my lips and slipped inside my mouth with a soft moan. I found myself hugging her, holding that thin book behind her back while we kissed as if nothing in the world had changed. I shouldn't have been doing that and I knew it. I couldn't make out with Ginny. We were related and Wendy…Oh God! Wendy was in the library! We'd finally made up and I'd forgiven her and my life was trying to get back to normal. If she caught us, how would I ever explain? She'd never trust me again!

"Mmph! Gin…Ginny…Umph! Please…Wait…" I managed to break our kiss and she stared at me, licking her lips and holding me tight.

"What's the matter?" she breathed. "You promised, Jimmy."

"I know, but…" I swallowed hard. "I didn't know you're my sister."

"You said you'd never lie to me," Ginny whispered. "You said you loved me."

"I do love you," I said. "I just thought you understood…The other morning, when we talked…"

"You left me," she said, reminding me that I'd more or less snuck out on her, but I'd had a good reason for that!

"I didn't want to hurt you," I said truthfully, letting her see it on my face. "I love you so much, I wasn't gonna let you go. Not if I stayed, so…You're my sister."

"You should have stayed," Ginny said. "I wanted you to stay. I don't care about anything else. I love you."

"But we can't," I told her as gently as I could. "I can't even marry you."

"Why not?" she asked, and Ginny's eyes burned brightly as she spoke, the way my mom's did when she wanted something desperately and wouldn't take no for an answer. "Nobody knows who my father is. I looked at my birth certificate, it says no father listed."

"But your mother…"

"We could go someplace else," she said quickly. "Anywhere we want and nobody would know you're my brother, Jimmy."

"Ginny…" I sighed, still holding her, feeling her body so warm and soft. I could feel her breasts against my chest and her breath on my bare skin. My heart beat too quickly and I couldn't do this! I wouldn't do it and I had to tell her.

"You love me and you promised me," she said. "I broke up with Chris just for you."

Ginny kissed me again and I didn't know how to make her stop as my hands found her firm round butt and squeezed. She felt so soft and warm, smelled so sweet and clean, and I remembered how beautiful she'd looked beneath me while I'd made love to her. Ginny seemed so desperate that I wanted to hold her and protect her. I mean, it wasn't just sex, she was my sister and I didn't really know how to love her that way, but I wanted to learn. I wanted to be her brother, that's the thing. I really liked the idea of being her brother and Ginny wanted to take that away?

She did take it away. The girl's tongue played with mine, teasing and tickling while her awesome tits rubbed up and down my chest. I felt her soft tummy against my crotch and against all odds, I felt my cock trying to get hard for her. I was only sixteen and my hormones raged, clouding my heart and mind, pushing me to shove my tongue into Ginny's mouth, chasing hers with a low moan and French kissing my sister as if the world was ending and it was.

We had to stop! I turned my head, pushed her hips, and tried to say, "No!" The wires were getting crossed and I didn't love her that way, I couldn't. I'd tell her that and explain and convince Ginny to make up with Chris somehow. That's what I had to do and I took a deep breath as she licked her lips, smiling and nodding her head, rubbing her body against mine with anticipation. Ginny was ready to throw everything away, just when I thought I could get it all back. I had to tell her no and it would hurt, but she'd forgive me someday and...

"What the fuck?" Wendy's loud voice shattered my heart into a million pieces.

"Wendy?" I looked over my shoulder at her, feeling my face burn with guilt.

"Tell her," Ginny said, peeking around me with something like a smile on her face and she wasn't about to let me go.

"Tell me what?" Wendy demanded as lightning flashed in her dark eyes. "What the fuck are you doing, Jimmy?"

"We're, um…It's not what you think, uh…" I struggled to find the words that would somehow save me, but they weren't there.

"He's breaking up with you," Ginny said calmly. "Because he loves me."

"What?" Wendy blinked at her.

"I'm not breaking up with you…Wendy!" I grunted, trying to loosen Ginny's arms around my neck.

"You're breaking up with me?" my girlfriend nearly yelled. "For that…that…ugly bitch? Are you crazy?"

"No! I'm just…We were talking," I said, turning around finally as Ginny decided to hug me from behind and she definitely wasn't helping!

"You fucked me!" she yelled. "You told me you loved me and you fucked me! You motherfucker!"

"That's enough!" Mrs. Thorpe shouted and I think she'd been trying to say something before then, but we hadn't noticed. "All of you be quiet!"

"Fuck you too!" Wendy spat at the old women and then gave Ginny a look of pure hatred. "Have you met his mother yet? Good luck with her! Cunt!"

"Wendy!" I called after her, but she was gone.

"Come back here young lady!" the librarian demanded, and then looked at us. "You two…straight to the principal's office!"

"That was exciting." Ginny giggled and I just stared at her, wondering if every girl I knew was insane.

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"Three days suspension for using profanity and threatening the…" Dad read the form aloud and looked up at me, "…librarian?"

"That was Wendy," I sighed, laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling. "She told Mrs. Thorpe to fuck off or something."

"And what were you doing?"

"Trying to explain why I was talking to Ginny," I said with a weak, unhappy smile. "Why I was hugging her."

"I see." Dad nodded, but he sounded sort of sarcastic. "You're lucky the school called me instead of your mother."

"I know."

"She's going to find out though, you know that."

"You mean about Ginny?" I snorted. "Yeah. She's gonna be happy, huh?"

"Well, she loves you."

"She should have left."

"What?"

"That's what you said, right?" I looked at my dad. "She thought about leaving? She should have."

"You don't mean that, Jim."

"Yeah, I do." I laughed. "Fuck! My life sucks."

"I'll talk to Wendy," he decided. "That's the girl you really want to be with, right?"

"You know what?" I stared at him. "I don't even know anymore, Dad."

"I'll talk to Wendy," he repeated. "You just need to relax and…"

"And I'm really getting tired everybody telling me to relax!"

"Jim…"

"I didn't do anything!" I yelled. "Wendy cheated on me! I didn't ever want to have sex with Mom! It's not my fault!"

"Nobody's blaming you," Dad said, holding up his hands and trying to sound reasonable. "We can work all of this out, trust me."

"Trust you?" I rolled my eyes. "You're fucking my girlfriend, remember?"

"It's only sex," he said, and Dad just did not get it. He never would and I wondered what planet he'd come from.

"Whatever," I waved at him. "I just wanna be alone, okay?"

"Sure." He stood up and offered me a tight-lipped smile. "You know I'm always here for you. If you want to talk some more…"

"Great." I rolled over, giving him my back, and Dad had to be the craziest one of all.

So I'd made up with Wendy and broken up with Wendy less than three hours later. That had to be a record. Stupid Ginny. God! She was my sister! Why couldn't she get it through her head? I loved her and I wanted to protect her, but I couldn't be her boyfriend. I loved Wendy! And she hated me and I still had the Wrath of Mom to look forward to! My favorite movie, a fun filled action adventure for the whole fucking family! Christ! 

And now everyone at school knew why Ginny had dumped Chris and he'd know I'd been a lying backstabber listening to him cry in calculus. That would probably get me a free punch in the nose and then I'd have to hit him back because he'd fucked Wendy first. So much for ten years of friendship. At least Wendy hadn't been screaming about how much I loved to fuck my mom! That would've been bad and probably nobody would believe it anyway. At first. But she knew the secret and everyone knew my mom was seriously hot. Every friend I had wanted to bone my mom…Except Kyle and he was a fag!

My faggot girlfriend, in fact, since I'd made love to Kylie like three times! I'd done everything but tell her I loved her and that didn't matter because we both knew it. Kylie knew I loved her and she'd begged me to say it. The only reason I hadn't was because I didn't wanna be a fag! Heh! As if fucking her would make any guy a homo? She was hot! Cute, smart, funny, pretty, sexy, amazing, and completely not a boy…Except for her cock and balls. Ouch!

If she only had a pussy, I thought, I'd go out with Kylie. I mean, if I wasn't serious with Wendy, and obviously we weren't serious anymore, yeah. I would've called Kylie already, just because she made me feel good. After the thing with Ginny, Kylie had been the only person I could turn to. She hadn't laughed at me or teased me, she'd given me a massage, and I smiled at that memory. She'd given me a good one and then fucked my brains out. Kylie. God! I wished she was a real girl.

But even if she wasn't…I drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. Being with her didn't make me queer. That's not what scared me. I just didn't like the idea of everyone at school thinking I'd turned into a fag. That would seriously suck. But if Wendy decided to ruin my life anyway, and she could do it if she wanted to, then…What did I really have to lose? I only had two years of high school left and after that I'd never have to see any of those idiots from school again. I'd be playing hockey in Boston or Edmonton or someplace. 

Would the NHL draft a faggot?

Hmmm…I wasn't a faggot, even if Kylie was, but still…I had to think about that one. Reputation counts for a lot in hockey and I could be the best player in the world, but if I couldn't intimidate anyone my career would be short and painful. Humiliating too! Fags don't play hockey. Baseball maybe, but not hockey. On the other hand, if everyone knew I had a fag girlfriend and I still took my team to the state champion for the third year in a row…That would kinda freak some guys out, especially if I racked up some quality minutes in the penalty box. Usually that's a bad idea, but giving some jerk a really wicked crosscheck into the boards because he thought I was a fag? Yeah, that would be pretty intimidating.

I'll admit I was trying to talk myself into calling Kylie. I felt pretty alone, pretty unloved and unhappy, so maybe my logic wasn't quite what it should have been. I missed her though, I really did. I couldn't have Ginny. Wendy hated me. I had to get away from my mom somehow and that just left one person…And the best reason of all? The look on my mom's face when I told her I was in love with a boy. Even the most beautiful woman in the world can't compete with that! Ha! I'd have her over a barrel and this time I wouldn't let Mom talk me out of it.

Except we were having a baby. Possibly. She wasn't totally sure yet, right? But we'd fucked so many times and I'd cum inside her and she'd know if she was fertile or not. Yeah. Mom had to be pregnant with my baby and I couldn't ignore that, no matter who's name might be on the birth certificate. Could I leave my child to be raised by my dad as his own? I'd have to leave home eventually and go to college or work, but that's not the same as ignoring the kid. Pretending it wasn't mine. Like Dad had with Ginny? What an asshole. I wasn't gonna do that. I wasn't like my dad.

I just didn't know what to do about any of it and I laughed unhappily, but quickly stopped because laughing all alone in my bedroom seemed kind of crazy.

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"Are you crazy, Jimmy?"

"Probably," I sighed, rolling over to see my mom standing in the bedroom doorway with her arms crossed, legs spread, and frowning. She'd just come home from work.

"What's this about threatening a librarian? It sounds like you pulled a knife on her!"

"Wendy did it."

"Wendy pulled a knife?"

"No!" I made a face. "She told Mrs. Thorpe to fuck off or something."

"Mrs. Thorpe?" Mom narrowed her eyes. "She's seventy years old."

"I know," I said with a nod. "I didn't say anything to her, but I guess I was there, so…"

"And you got suspended for three days."

"And that too," I agreed. "I'm sorry."

"After skipping school yesterday," Mom sighed. "So you're just taking a week off, is that it?"

"Mom! I didn't mean to get suspended. I was trying to tell Ginny I couldn't see her anymore and…"

"Ginny?"

"My sister? Remember?"

"I remember," Mom said. "I also remember telling you to stay away from her."

"I go to school with her," I snorted. "She broke up with Chris and I had to talk to her, okay?"

"What's Chris got to do with this?"

"Nothing," I sighed. "Just forget it."

"I wish I could," she told me with a heavy sigh.

The only good thing was that Mom had turned back into my mom and she wasn't in the mood for sex. Neither was I, for that matter. I needed a vacation and now I had three days off, just like she'd said. Wendy hated me, so she wouldn't be coming around…unless she wanted to fuck my dad and rub it in. But she'd be in trouble too. We'd all gotten suspended, Wendy, Ginny, and me; so I wouldn't have to see either of my two girlfriends…Neither of which actually was my girlfriend anymore! God! Ginny was my sister and Wendy hated me.

Great!

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"Mom?" I blinked in the darkness of my bedroom as I felt her slipping under the covers beside me. I couldn't have been sleeping very long.

"Shhh…Go back to sleep."

"What are you doing?" I asked her, knowing she was still mad at me. We hadn't said three words to each other since she'd come home from work and confronted me.

"This is my bed too," she reminded me, turned on her side and giving me her back. "I'm tired and I have to get up early. Goodnight."

I took a deep breath and let it out as an unhappy sigh. "Goodnight, Mom."

Trying to sleep next to someone who's mad isn't easy. Especially since my balls had been working overtime all day long and I could feel the warmth of my mother's soft body radiating from her naked body. And she was naked, believe me. My bed wasn't overly large and she'd even mentioned buying us a new one, so I didn't have any choice but to touch her.

Mom had her knees drawn up as she lay in a fetal position and her perfect ass felt like satin against my hip. I laid on my back and I felt the subtle curve of her spine against my left arm and my fingers touched the sweet dimple at the small of her back. I hadn't been thinking about her, at least not sexually, and I really didn't want to, but how could I not think about her? My cock grew stiff and I tried to close my eyes and think about something else. Hockey, homework, growing a mustache, anything but sex to take my mind off the beautiful woman lying next to me.

She smelled good too. Like wild flowers or something, orchids maybe; some sort of tropical flower that only bloomed in anger beneath the light of a jealous moon. I rolled over slowly, desperately wishing I wasn't so completely weak. Hating myself for it. Why couldn't I ignore her? I had to break up with her and this wasn't the way to do it! I couldn't love her this way and I knew it, but I did. The idea that Mom was angry with me seemed terrible, like the worst thing in the world somehow.

Things change in the dark. The world becomes smaller and our emotions grow large. Doubts and fears feeding on what we can't see; the loneliness of an isolation imposed by a world sleeping and dreaming all around us. Without us. I'd lost Wendy. I'd lost the sister I never knew I'd had. My heart ached and confusion ruled my emotions. It wasn't fair and I knew it was wrong even as I pressed my body against my mother's, molding myself to her back, sliding my aching manhood beneath her butt and across her vulnerable sex. I put my arm around her waist and found her arms crossed over her breasts. I slipped my hand beneath, forcing her gently to let me cup her flesh and feel her swollen nipple beneath my palm.

"Don't."

That one word stopped my heart cold and I froze, not even breathing as I lay spooning with my mom.

"I'm sorry, Karen," I whispered, daring to kiss her hair and refusing to let her go, but even the magic word didn't work.

The silence felt crushing and I couldn't even hear her breathing. I could only feel Mom's soft, supple form beside me and she didn't move at all. Like a statue warmed by a long day under a hot sun, worn impossibly smooth by a thousand years of wind and rain and dust. She was a goddess and I kissed her shoulder in my adoration, begging her to forgive me with every beat of my heart.

"Mmmm…"

I blinked at the brightness and I'd been dreaming of my mother.

"Hmmm-ummm…" she moaned again and my cock was inside her, the smooth glans splitting her labia and nestled sweetly within her moist sex.

We'd slept all night with her back against my chest, my erection thrust between her thighs and caressing her vulva. Somehow it had found the entrance to her womb and I pushed with my hips, barely awake and without thinking about it. My cock slid deeper and Mom moved her hips with a soft, sleepy grunt. She felt so tight inside, not so wet as she usually was, and the added friction felt wonderful as her pussy struggled to keep me out.

"Jimmy…" she breathed and I tightened my hold on her, hugging Mom tightly to let her know I was awake and she wasn't dreaming.

I used my knee to push her leg, urging Mom to give me a little more room, to make it easier to fuck her. I squeezed her breast gently and ran my fingers over her nipple, finding it stiff and rubbery. I pinched her tenderly and kissed her shoulder and neck through her hair and Mom opened her legs and pushed herself back to take half of my cock inside her clasping sex.

"Are you going to make love to me?" she wondered. "Or are you just jerking off?"

"I love you, Karen," I whispered. "I'm sorry for everything."

"I know," she sighed, only that, but she reached upward to touch my face and turned her head to see me.

Her thighs were spread wide as we began to make love seriously, her top leg bent at the knee with her foot on the bed behind me. My cock sank into her pussy over and over, the full length of my thick shaft stretching her beautiful cunt around it. I fucked her slowly at first, watching her lovely face contort with pleasure until we kissed and it wasn't long before Mom started cumming. I felt my balls being pulled into my groin and my cock jerked with a rush of semen to fill her womb.

It had been nice for both of us and we didn't move for a long time. I cradled my mother in my arms, my face buried in a golden cloud of silky hair and my cock bathing in our combined juices. I didn't want to pull out of her and Mom didn't want to let me go. I even fell asleep again, but only for a few minutes at a time, and too soon she had to get up for work, reluctantly and with a warm, loving smile on her face.

"I like waking up that way," she whispered, bending over to kiss my lips. "Thank you."

All I could do was smile and wait for the inevitable regret I knew would be coming.

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"Ginny?" I almost dropped the pool sweeper into the water when I saw her walking across the patio.

"Hi!" She grinned at me and looked around. "So this is where you live, huh? Nice house!"

"What are you doing here?" I asked, looking her up and down out of habit the way a boy does.

She looked nice anyway, wearing a lilac colored sundress with little white flowers all over it and a white sash around her waist. The dress seemed pretty thin too, especially with the sun still low behind her, and I could see the shape of her legs through the cotton. The top part fitted her nicely too, like stretched over and around the girl's generous tits. Ginny had big ones and they weren't anything but firm and I knew she wasn't wearing a bra because she had some serious nipples. Did she even own a bra?

"What are you doing?" she wondered, ignoring my question and I shrugged.

"Cleaning the pool," I said. "Mom made a list of stuff I have to do, since I got suspended and everything."

"Oh." She nodded, smiling happily and sort of posing for me.

She'd brushed her brown hair and put on some make-up, lipstick and all that. She looked nice, real nice, and I had to remind myself that Ginny was my sister. I had that curse, you know? I could feel it, the swelling emotions rising inside me. I'd made love to this girl. I'd loved her and still did, but I wasn't supposed to. She's my sister, I told myself, I had to find a way to stop loving her like a girlfriend…but she wasn't making it easy!

"You didn't get in any trouble or anything?" I asked, forcing myself to go back to work, skimming the pool to collect the leaves and twigs that floated around.

"Oh God!" She giggled. "I got grounded for a week. House arrest, you know?"

"So…" I grinned at her. "You broke out?"

"Yeah!" Ginny rolled her bright hazel eyes and nodded. "It's pretty boring there. I'd rather be here. You're not gonna tell on me, are you?"

"Me?" I laughed. "No way. I'm your brother, remember? I gotta watch out for you."

"Awww…" she pouted softly, walking closer with her hands behind her butt, her purse kinda bouncing off her hip. "My big brother?"

"Ummm…" I took a deep breath and maybe Ginny wasn't the sexiest girl in the world, but my cock didn't know that.

My heart didn't seem to care either and I'd tried to remind both of us that we shouldn't be doing this, but…Ginny didn't mind that we were related. She touched my chest with her fingertips and tilted her face upward to look into my eyes. We both new why she'd come over and I felt that warm, wonderful kick in the balls that meant I was in love. Why couldn't I say no to her? I'd been so ready te day before, trying so hard. But only because I'd had Wendy then and now I didn't. So nothing really seemed to matter. I hadn't said no to my mom and now I wasn't gonna say no to Ginny.

She thought we were going out together anyway. I'd broken up with Wendy, so far as Ginny was concerned. How funny was that? It turns out she was kinda right.

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"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she grunted in time with my cock, face down on my bed with her ass in the air.

"Yeah Gin…Ummm…Ginny…Uhhh…" I made my own soft noises while I held the girl's hips and knelt between her spread legs.

My shaft moved in and out of her easily after a slow, gentle start. Ginny's pussy felt amazingly tight and I loved the way her ruddy labia gripped my cock. Her sex seemed to turn inside out when I pulled back, her bright pink flesh unfolding as it became taut like a short, fat cone birthing my prick. I'd drive back into Ginny a second later, feeding her every inch of my throbbing erection until my sperm-filled balls would find my sister's clit with a soft, wet slapping sound.

The rest of her amazed me as well. Ginny's smooth back glistened with sweat as she flushed with pleasure. I could see the swell of her flattened tits pushing outward beneath the girl and I'd slide my hands along her waist, leaning over her with my cock buried completely, until I could caress the sides of her breasts and kiss her shoulders. I'd do that every time I felt myself too close to cumming. I wanted to make it last as long as I could and fuck her all day long.

Ginny turned her face, breathing hard and smiling as I kissed her open mouth. I rocked my hips, grinding myself against her while she suckled my tongue and worked her pussy around my cock. The tender walls of my sister's cunt gripped my manhood and squeezed me like a fist, coaxing me to give her the hot load seething in my balls. I had to hold myself back though. It felt too good to stop and I didn't want to cum, not yet. I had to keep fucking her and I closed my eyes, frozen as I held myself hunched over her ass until the moment passed.

And then we did it again. 

I pushed Ginny all the way down as she straightened her legs and lay flat on the bed. I straddled her with my knees, covering her body with mine and fucked the girl with wild abandon, bouncing us together on the mattress while I held her shoulders and drove my cock in the sweet, wet valley between her thighs. I couldn't get quite as deep like that, but Ginny's cunt felt entirely too good anyway and it didn't matter. I rode the girl like a trampoline, panting with the effort while she groaned and grunted beneath me, clutching the bedspread in her fists and kicking her feet.

She had another orgasm and I could feel her sex spasm, but Ginny hardly made a sound. She was always so quiet when she came, whimpering softly and massaging my cock with her pussy. I had to cum too. We'd been fucking for twenty minutes probably, maybe even longer than that, and it seemed like an eternity for me. My stomach would stick to her back and the sound of my pelvis slapping her ass sounded loud and somehow hollow. The bed squeaked and the headboard rattled the window in its frame as it beat against the wall. I fucked her harder and faster and I wouldn't stop this time. I couldn't stop and I wouldn't pull out.

"Ohhh fuck!" I gasped, fucking my sister through my orgasm, sliding my spurting prick back and forth inside her tight cunt.

"Um hmmm…Ughmm!" Ginny gasped as she felt it, shivering and wriggling her ass beneath me.

My incestuous semen flooded her womb and after so much effort and desperate anticipation, there was a lot of it! Christ! I felt like I was pouring every drop of sperm I had into the girl's quivering sex. We'd finally done it and there could be no denials this time, no excuse that we didn't know who and what we were. I'd fucked my own sister, knowingly and deliberately sperming her cunt, and Ginny had let me do it. I'd spilled my seed into her eager womb by silent agreement. When she looked at me, her shining hazel eyes held nothing but love and I saw none of the guilt I might have expected.

"Are you okay?" I asked gently, pulling my long, wet cock out of her pussy and rolling onto my back.

"I'm perfect," Ginny sighed happily as she curled up in my arms and closed her eyes. "I have a big brother for a boyfriend now."

 

        Chapter 4