Sandy Stephan - Sister's incest secrets

Soon I lost the image I'd had of the two of them and saw instead two accomplished lovers at work. How she writhed and moaned, how she nibbled at his lobes and dipped her tongue in his ear! Her hands caressed his back and squeezed his muscular buttocks, working down into the narrow furrow and doing something in there that made Bob fuck all the more vigorously. And while she was egging him on she made damn sure her own pleasures weren't tampered with. Her fingers were everywhere at once, stoking him up, giving herself a touch, finger-fucking Bob's ass, her tits bulging out from under his weight, her legs wide open. From a casual bystander I turned into a pupil, watching how she did it and why.

Bob was getting tired. It seemed as though he couldn't ejaculate, and I wondered if he was trying to make up for the abbreviated performance he'd put in on me earlier. His face was red as a beet and his breath whistled through his throat. It was Aunt Liz who excited me, though. I loved the way her firm flesh quivered in her thighs each time Bob pushed his cock deep into her box. And the expressions on her face were all studies in pleasure. At times she bit her lip, then she drew her lips back in an animal snarl and bit Bob in the neck; and then she'd become very passive, radiant, peaceful for a while as a mysterious catharsis took place way down in her belly. Just looking at her made me horny as hell. I could empathize with her deeply and easily. My own satisfaction was all but forgotten. Already a helping finger snuck down my belly and lodged between my swollen labia, to shift the juices around and agitate my over-sensitive flesh.

“I'm coming!” Bob panted all at once. “Here comes, watch out!” His body became rigid, delivered a deep thrust, pulled back, paused, and pushed down again, keeping it up till he'd delivered his essence. Aunt Liz loved that squirting sensation as much as I had. With every blast she cried out and hugged him tightly, so tightly that he could hardly breathe. At last she released him and Bob rolled off her to land with a smack on his back on the raft. He looked as spent as anyone can be without actually passing away. Aunt Liz, on the other hand, looked vital, delighted, and ready for more.

One look at the dollops of cream oozing out of her generously proportioned cunt convinced me to help her out. I rolled over her leg to get in between them. She understood my intention at once. Parting them wide she admitted me into the wonderful world of her pussy, and when I was face to face with it I saw its true magnificence for the first time. The thick labia wore a passionate flush and shone with moisture. Her hairs were matted with sweat and what not, and her hole was made up of pink flesh dripping with white fluids. I bent down with a sense of reverence and the tip of my tongue flicked at the rivulet of sperm. I wasn't sure if I'd like the taste of it-her cunt had been the big drawcard-but it was salty, a little whey, and then, as I swallowed it, a spiciness became evident. Not bad at all! I pressed my face against her cunt and sucked a little harder. A whole chain of dollops rushed down along my tongue and slithered into my throat, leaving behind the same sapid taste sensation. Mixed in with was the womanly taste and scent of Aunt Liz, a welcome situation.

I was getting in my stride now, licking her out and sucking at her dew just the way I'd done it at school with Ann and the other members of our club. My tongue probed and darted, circled her knobby clitoris, pressed down on it and then shot down to her entrance once more to get the fresh juices. The springiness of her flesh delighted me. My fingers pressed into her thighs and ass. There were parts of her I couldn't get at but she helped me out there. Her thighs closed around my head and she drew back so that her loins were vertical and my tits were hard up against her buttocks. All I could do was wallow in her. I couldn't see or hear anything but I could touch and taste and that was enough.

She was so horny now that she almost squeezed me to bits between her powerful thighs. I ate her out for all I was worth, swallowing down great draughts of cunt juice, and my fingernails ran along her ass, licking and scratching till she sighed and cried out at the same time and her legs fell away from my ears to release me. I was so exhausted that I just fell back into the water and cooled off for a while. Bob was looking at me curiously from up on the raft.

“I didn't know you went both ways,” he said finally.

“Perhaps I should have warned you,” I replied, swimming back to the raft. “But then, what did you expect me to do in boarding school surrounded by girls all year?” guess I never thought about it that way,” he shrugged. There was an expression of petulance in his eyes, as though he felt I'd cheated him out of something.

“What about you?” I asked. “Did you sit on your hands all the past year, or did you date other girls?”

“I dated a few,” he said defensively, “but I didn't go with guys, that's for sure.”

“My goodness,” puffed Aunt Liz, getting up, “and to think I was supposed to keep you kids from doing this!”

Bob and I kept silent. Aunt Liz talked on for a while longer, ignoring our argument. When she saw that we wanted to have it out on the spot she changed her tactic and said: “You kids want to fight about who was less faithful or something? If that's what you've got in mind let me just say that you'll be wasting your time. You're brother and sister and you can't afford to be jealous of each other. No matter what you do you'll always be tied by blood. You can't just up and leave each other… you see what I mean?”

We looked at her thoughtfully, knowing full well that she was right. A brother and sister combination could never be a conventional couple but we still had that to work out In the end we both shrugged and grinned. “I suppose you're right,” said Bob. “Anyway, Kathy, I want you to know I thought about you all the time you were gone, no matter what other girls I might have been seeing in the meantime.”

“I understand,” I said wryly. “After all, I've just been sitting here watching you fuck Aunt Liz. Arguing about fidelity is a bit silly under those circumstances, isn't it?”

“Why don't we swim back to shore,” said Aunt Liz. She stood up and balanced herself on the rocking raft. Her toes curled around the edge of it and she dove into the water, swimming with a regular, powerful stroke towards the shore. Bob was next into the water, threshing after her, twice as fast. And I puttered along behind them, content to take my time. It was only while I slowly stroked towards the shore that the full situation dawned on me. Aunt Liz was every bit the woman she appeared to be and more! But if she was such a sensualist, why was Mum such a drag? And if Mum didn't have it how come Bob and I had it in such large doses?

As kids we'd heard Dad's view of the world and nothing else. Dad knew how to distinguish between good and bad, and somehow to keep everything in its place by means of changing his tone of voice. Drink, we knew, was bad. He never mentioned alcoholic beverages in any but scathing tones. And women of Aunt Liz's stripe were not good either. It was a toss-up to see which he liked better, alcohol or overtly sensual women. Perhaps Mum's voluptuous figure offended him, too. He preferred for her to wear button-up dresses that also covered her knees. There was always the possibility that Mum was just like Aunt Liz, only severely inhibited by Dad. In that case we might be able to bring her out of it… but that, at the time, seemed like a challenge far beyond my capacities.

Besides, for Mum to place us in the care of her sexually orientated sister was an act of monstrous naivete! How could she have done that? Hell, I thought, if she was that dumb there was no hope of ever salvaging her. Even Elaine had the edge on her in terms of experience and maturity. By the time I caught up with Aunt Liz and Bob I had managed to convince myself that we were stuck with the status quo. Bob and I would have to fuck sneakily for the rest of our days at home. My days at home… there was the boarding school beckoning me at the end of my vacation, a dreadful prospect in itself. It all seemed so unfair!