Sandy Stephan - Sister's incest secrets

Bob and I came at the same time. My body drained itself of the knot of lust just as his cream burst out and fell in long drops on Nora's face. She made no move to dodge it. Pearl necklaces of sperm wreathed her nose, her lips and eyebrows, but she neither tried to lick at it or avoid it. It was as though she didn't know what was happening. Bob's face was compressed in a grimace of lust and pain as he bent over and jerked off even harder to squeeze the dregs out of his balls. Only drops came out now, welling up slowly and finally being lowered on thin strings of sperm till the string snapped and another fat drop landed on Nora's face. I had sagged into the arm of the tree, watching the spectacle through hooded eyes. Now that it was over I just wanted to go to sleep.

Bob gave his shrinking cock an abrupt shake and went back to his own bed. He pulled the sheet over his head and turned his back to Nora. She remained perfectly still, looking up at the ceiling. About five minutes later she got up and wiped her face with a handkerchief. She neither tasted it nor smelled it, just cleaned it off and turned the light down.

I clambered out of the tree and walked slowly back into the house. My legs felt weak and I could hardly keep my eyes open. The stairs seemed twice as long as usual. Yet, when I got into bed I couldn't fall asleep! My mind kept turning round and round, checking the situation between Bob and Nora. Should I be jealous? That was the question. Nora was my sister, Bob's sister, we were all equal to each other. Besides, Nora had problems that only a man like Bob could help her with. She hadn't refused him because of her celibacy theories, that was for sure. It was something much deeper and more problematic.

No, I told myself, I shouldn't be jealous. If Bob wanted to fuck Aunt Liz or Elaine or Nora or me, it made no difference. One way or another we would all derive pleasure from it. The more I thought about it, the more logical that seemed. If nothing else, the family would grow closer as we learned to love each other physically.

Elaine woke me early next morning in a most unconventional way. It started while I was still sleeping with a dream-that seemed to go on forever, a dream involving a tall, powerfully built man with hair greying at the temples, a stern man who excited me at once. In my dream I was in the kitchen doing the dishes when the stranger entered. He looked at me with penetrating eyes that made me shrink inside, then walked around me several times, inspecting me as though I was a pedigree horse. “Mmmmm,” he said, stroking his chin, “you're a neat little filly, aren't you.” I stood still, a wet dish in one hand, the dish mop in the other. “Very neat,” the stranger repeated, and his big, strong hand patted me on the ass. In the same movement he tore my dress off and left me standing naked at the sink.

“Give me that,” he said, taking the dish mop out of my hand. “Now bend over.” It didn't even occur to me to disobey him. He had come, seen, and conquered me. I bent over the sink, shuffling my feet to get my legs apart. Some strands of hair dangled in the sudsy water but that didn't worry me. The stranger knew what he was doing.

A hot, wet sensation sprang up between my legs, woolly too, the stringy dishmop pushing hard against my cunt to get inside it I did everything possible to help him, spreading my legs, bending over further, so far that my face dipped into the layer of lather in the sink. It smelled nice, very familiar, yet I couldn't place it The stranger managed to get the head of the dish mop inside my cunt and moved it up and down to excite every part of my innards. I could hardly stand so much ecstasy all at once! It felt as though a bull was up me and his cock was made of wool! I leaned over further, my face immersed in suds and water now, and I knew I'd drown if I didn't pull out but the last thing I wanted was for the stranger to pull the wonderful tool out of me. So I stayed underwater, doing my best to breathe the air out of the bubbles, groaning wetly, having a wonderful time. It went on and on and still I didn't drown. Only when I became aware of the actual danger of drowning did I panic, and that's when I came to, spluttering, fighting for breath, pushing Elaine's ass off my face.

“What's going on!” I said angrily. “Were you trying to choke me or something?”

“No, I was just trying to wake you up nicely,” said Elaine. She turned around to face me, taking her two fingers out of my cunt and sticking them into her mouth suggestively. “Why, didn't you enjoy it?”

“Well…” I hesitated, then smiled. “I guess I did enjoy it. You just took me by surprise.”

Elaine came down on top of me and kissed me deeply, giving me a taste of my own cunt. With the excitement of the dream carrying me over I needed no more than that to get me right into the mood. I embraced her passionately and ground my pubic bone against hers. Instinctively our hips began to gyrate against each other so that the flesh of my cunt was tugged up and down, stimulating my clitoris even more, and before long we were fucking like fiends. Our groans mingled, our kisses turned savage as we bit each other's lips. My hands were down on her tender little buttocks, pressing down hard each time I pushed up, both of us working till the first Utile climax rippled through our bodies.

Elaine rolled off me and we lay side by side for a while to get our breath back. She looked delicious in the early morning light, her short dark hair tousled, her deep brown eyes gleaming with secret pleasures, and her snakey body inclined towards me as if to show off the sparse patch of hair between her slender thighs. Our proximity soon got the better of us. The triangle of hair beckoned me imperiously, drawing me to it, and as I turned to obey, Elaine moved into my loins, our lips meeting the other's pussy at the same time.

In the light of day her cunt was totally visible, no mystifying shadows or romantic dimness. The pudgy lips pressed together, the individual hairs that made up her pubic bush, the fresh and the dried droplets of juice, and the ragged pink flesh inside, all of it was there to be seen and loved, and I did both. I kissed and sucked at her pussy for a while, then lay back and drank it in with my eyes before going down on her once more. My admiration for her body was complete. And it wasn't so much a sexual admiration as just a love for perfection. In a few more years' time Elaine would be laying the boys out in the aisle, they would spend feverish nights dreaming of all that she concealed beneath her clothing, would water at the mouth at the thought of her panties rubbing against her cunt, and would go to ridiculous extremes to vie for her favors. But for the moment she was mine to do with as I pleased, and the knowledge of the future made me want to do all that they would love to do to her. For a while I felt like the spouse of an international sex symbol, envied by all, knowing the truth, yet inspired by so much lustful acclaim for her man (or his woman). Elaine didn't know it yet. She hadn't learned the power of beauty nor how much beauty she possessed. She'd find out soon enough, I guessed. In her innocence she offered her downy cunt to me, for me to stimulate and love to the point of orgasm. All I could do was do it justice.

My tongue curled around her tiny clitoris and my finger moved up the wet sheath of her cunt, working in unison for her pleasure. She was busy licking my cunt up and down, working her slightly abrasive tongue along the inner labia most effectively. Thick streams of delight coursed through my belly to my torso and limbs. The balance tipped from her to me and back to her as we pleasured each other to the point at which we couldn't go on. I struggled to keep a clear head so as to be able to satisfy Elaine. Her cunt was so hot and wet now, the hairs all plastered back, and whenever I took her pussy into my mouth I felt her body begin to vibrate like an overwrought, delicate machine. But then she'd stick her tongue up my entrance and nuzzled my clit with her nose and I'd have to let go just to catch my breath! I'd retaliate by jamming two fingers up her tight hole, so she'd have to arch her back and pull away from my cunt to contain it all. Then it would take a while for her to collect herself and the seesawing would begin all over again.