Sandy Stephan - Sister's incest secrets

He was on top of me and fucking with long, regular strokes by the time I'd come to. My arms and legs were wrapped tightly around him and I couldn't stop kissing his face and neck. That old, nagging frustration from this afternoon had been largely dissipated. Bob was now in the process of creating a new lust and satisfying it. I went along with him willingly, pushing my cunt up at his marauding cock and egging him on with feverish kisses and whispered words.

“It can't be that good,” Nora's voice cut into our passionate bubble suddenly and we did our best to ignore it. “I mean, Bob sucked my cunt too but it didn't do anything to me. Some of us have self-discipline and others of us just indulge ourselves, it seems. I don't care for this sort of thing. You two will have to learn to understand that-if you can.”

She stood by the side of Bob's bed, dressed in her own floor-length nightie, a living monument of reproach. I wanted her to go up in a puff of smoke. Bob shared my desire. “For Chrissakes, Nora, get the fuck out of here!” he said sharply, and returned his attention to the matter in hand.

“That's a nice way to address your sister,” said Nora, but she went back to her own bed and shut up. Bob's mighty piston started to slide in and out of my overheated, saturated pussy again, in and out with perfect assurance, his cock hard and true, his hands under my ass, his dead weight crushing down on me like one big caress. It took us little or no time to restore the delicate balance of our screw, both of us immersing ourseti in the other, and soon I'd become the sheath for his sword, nothing more, nothing less.

But Bob had more on his mind than that. He pulled his cock out of me without warning and Lifted me up bodily to deposit me on my hands and knees on Nora's bed. She was too shocked to move out of the way. Instead she jut sat there with me straddling her prostrate form and watched wide-eyed as Bob got into position behind me and eased his cock right back up my quailing pussy again. I bent down low so I could look back through my legs and see his balls swinging back and forth with every stroke. What Nora did was her own affair.

She took it for as long as she could, lying there with us heaving above her. Then, resolutely, she tried to wriggle out from under. Before she could get her legs out of the way, Bob pushed me down on top of her, pinning her down for the moment. Again she lay still, not at all sure of what to do in such a confronting situation. Bob kept on fucking me, his thick cock down between my closed thighs, deep into the wet, hot pit and stroking me up tremendously. My tits were on her knees with only the sheet between us. Resting my head to one side I could look right up her nightie, up where her well-protected pussy took cover in the shadows. Impulsively I reached out and caressed her thickly haired cunt. She pulled back as though she'd received an electric shock, but I'd discovered in that split second how hot and wet she really was. Her ambivalence was pretty well complete. She wanted it as desperately as she didn't want it.

Bob pulled out again, this time to take hold of Nora and tear at her nightie with one hand. I was quick to help him, and together we tore her garment off before she could even begin to protest. As soon as she was naked and the sheet had been moved out of the way, Bob told me to get on top of her. I obeyed without hesitation. Her body stiffened as I lay on her but that was alright. Her full tits squashed into my smaller ones and her pubic bone backed off from mine until Bob got on top of me and shoved his cock rudely back into my cunt. Then the combined weight caused my bone to gnash against hers, flexing the skin of her cunt in harmony with Bob's fucking, and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Get off me!” she hissed, real anger in her voice. “Get off before I scream!”

“Go ahead,” I said, “scream.”

She opened her mouth wide to let it all hang out but before a sound could emerge I pressed my mouth down over hers and kissed her passionately. That not only shut her up-it stunned her, too. She stared at me as though I'd lost my mind. And while she stared that inexorable stimulation down under kept moving ahead, slow, insidious, undermining her steely resolve without her being aware of it Bob fucked to beat the band. His cock moved back so far that it was lost in space for a second before plunging back into-me, edging me closer to my imminent climax and indirectly jerking Nora off. I loved the feel of her soft body under mine, the way her hard nipples pushed into my flesh and her pubic hair chafed against my skin. Even if she did her best to remain aloof under this pulsing, writhing mess of erotica, I knew that parts of her at least were with us all the way.

Gradually I forgot about her. It felt as though I'd been sandwiched between two pillows of flesh with a powerful, plunging vibrator moving about in my cunt, and that all of this worked only for the sake of my pleasure. I clung to Nora and rested my face on her shoulder, sighing and squealing, moving with impatience now and then as Bob seemed to slacken. He soon speeded up to keep abreast of my demands, though. If ever a man had learned how to be a lover in a hurry, it was Bob.

A new climax dawned on me, rising from my toes and swelling to fill my body for a brief, glorious moment. Then, as exhaustion and contentment displaced lust and frustration, I felt his cream rush up my tunnel with all the force of a firehose, burst after burst, while he fucked like a berserker, frantic to get the last licks in. And from beneath me Nora's little cries blended with his grunts and my sighs. I looked at her curiously, wondering if an emotion had befallen her. If it had she did a good job of covering it up. Her face was blank, flushed and sweaty but blank. When Bob rolled off me she tossed me off her and jumped out of the bed at once. “I won't forget this,” she said, grabbing a towel out of a drawer and wiping herself all over. “You've humiliated and exploited me, but I'll get my own back one day.”

Bob just shook his head and staggered over to his own bed. Nora waited for me to get off, then set to straightening the sheets and wiping the spreading patch of sperm with the towel. “Disgusting!” she muttered. I figured it was time to leave.

The following morning we heard that Dad had come home just before dawn and was in bed recovering from a monstrous hangover. Nora had left the house before breakfast to go hiking with Harold, which caused Bob and I to wonder if pony-tailed Harold would finally get his end in. Now that Nora had admitted her real reasons for embracing celibacy it seemed quite likely that she would follow through by raping hapless Harold. We wished him luck.

Aunt Liz was in a very good mood. While Mum was upstairs plying Dad with orange juice and toast, she turned to us with glee in her eyes and, rubbing her hands, she said: “It's going to happen soon, I can feel it in my bones. This family is on the brink of a real breakthrough. Don't you think so, Kathy?”

“It's all possible,” I said evasively.

“Come on, you know more than you're letting on. What happened at the office yesterday? Don't tell me your dear old Dad went on a binge just for the hell of it? He hasn't been drunk since Elaine was born.”

Bob looked at me searchingly. “Yes, what did happen at the office, Kathy?”

“Oh, nothing.” I bent over my cereal and hoped they'd stop asking questions. Of course that only made them probe more.

“Something must have happened,” said Bob, “for you to be so tight-lipped. The biggest gossip in the house, usually, Aunt Liz, and now she has nothing to say.”

“Oh, leave me alone!”

We heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. As one we fell silent. Mum walked into the kitchen and announced that Dad was feeling a little better.