Harry Stevens: Into sister, into incest

Linda forced the fuck along. Grabbing her brother's prick, she jammed the cockhead into her shitpit. Purposely farting to widen the opening, she thrust her asscheeks in the direction of Ben's crotch and stabbed herself with about half of his hard-on's thick shaft.

"Ahhhh, that's more like it!" she gasped with welcome pain. "Now ass-fuck me with the rest of your big prick on your own, stud. No mercy!"

His hips bucked, fucking the remainder of his ten-inch cock into his sister's farting ass tunnel.

Ben hissed, "Like this, Sis?"

"Exactly!" Linda cried, coming at once. "Rip me, rip me, rip me!"

Ben's cock began to fuck, lubed by the orgasmic shit seeping from his sister's spasming bowels.

"Oh, you stud," she praised. "The two weeks you're gone, that's how long it might take before I can sit down again after the way you're ripping my ass tonight. And every time it hurts, I'll think about you and pray for you to get back so you can pick up where you left off and start assfucking the shit out of me all over again."

"Tomorrow night and you'll be as good as new, Sis," Ben scoffed. "I'm the one who'll need the two weeks to recover. Gonna need a sling for my cock after what your tight ass is putting it through."

Linda's hips were now jumping this way and that in jerking semi-circles, whipsawing his hard-on. She also rocked to-and-fro. The friction was unbearable for Ben.

"This is it, Sis," he announced. "It for tonight… and it for the next two weeks. I'm only human!"

His overworked prick erupted with a scalding torrent. Linda's asshole tugged and hauled in response, greedily going after all the jizz.

"So hot! So much!" she celebrated. "More! More!"

Ben, though, was quickly drained of his strength, as well as all his cum. By the time he pulled his shrinking prick free of Linda's swamped shitpit, he was sure he had seen his last hard-on for some time, and he flopped on his back in exhaustion.

However, Linda wasn't quite finished yet. She wanted the frosting on the cake, as she called it. Pouncing on her fallen brother's crotch, she took his wilted prick, fresh from her fucked ass, and sucked his cock clean of her own female shit. She kept on sucking, forcing the blood back into Ben's cock and making the jizz rise in his balls again.

Ben was in such a daze by now that he wasn't sure whether he was just dreaming this one last hard-on. Then something happened which cleared his head, jolting him smack back into reality. And it wasn't just that he came again. Even more, the sharp ringing of the phone abruptly made him bolt upright the same instant his cock gushed in Linda's mouth.

"Don't answer it, Sis," he urgently croaked, anticipating the worst. "Please, don't."

But, with the phone an arm's reach away, Linda already had picked it up.

"Yeah, sure… uh-huh… sounds like fun. Awfully nice of you to ask," Linda told the caller. "But I'm afraid I'd just be in the way. I don't ski at all, you know."

"Neither do I. So I'll have somebody to keep me company," the caller said. "And, if I'm not getting too personal, I thought maybe you could use the change in scenery. You know, going through a divorce and all. And since my kids already invited your Marty along, I just figured if he's with us it wouldn't be fair to leave you in an empty house around Christmas."

"Well, I'll have to think about it," Linda said, stalling. "Can I call you back in a little bit?"

"Okay, but I'm warning you, I won't take no for an answer. This vacation is one where I'm just tagging along. I really wanted to go to Florida but everybody else wanted to ski. Everybody else will be off skiing, so at least I ought to be able to ask you to come with us. Plus, it's all paid for in advance, so it'd be our treat."

"All right, I'll get back to you," Linda replied, then said goodbye and hung up.

Ben muttered, "It was her, wasn't it? Patty? What did she want?"

"She reminded me that Marty's over at your house helping Sally with her math for a test before school lets out for the holidays," Linda said. "Jesus, he'll be back before long."

Ben nodded. Usually he had to rent an out-of-the-way motel room when he fucked his sister. "Patty said, as long as Marty was going along on your vacation, why didn't I come along too," Linda said. "Said she hated the idea of me just sitting alone in an empty house." Her eyes narrowed. "She also said that this vacation wasn't really her idea at all, that she doesn't even know how to ski."

"Oh…" Ben stammered.

"Seems that I just heard you tell me the opposite, Ben," Linda said pointedly. "Well?"

"Okay so I twisted things around a little!" Ben sheepishly admitted. "Just did it for your own good, so you wouldn't get upset. You've been, well, kinda touchy since you split up with Hal. Fact is, my company is footing the bill because I sold more insurance than anybody else in the state this year, so I could hardly turn it down."

"Is it a nice place?" Linda asked sharply.

"If you ski," Ben muttered. "But you don't."

"Neither does Patty," snapped Linda. "And the poor woman claims she'll be bored to tears if you drag her along without someone to keep her company."

"Are you trying to tell me," gulped Ben, "that you're actually thinking about taking her up on it?"

"Sort of."

"Wh-why?"

"Maybe so I can watch you squirm," Linda taunted. "Teach you a lesson for being such a damned liar. In fact, the more I think about it, I figure, why the hell not?"

Ben set his jaw, determined to have the final say: "I'm telling you, Linda, forget it! No, I'm not just telling you, I'm ordering you to forget it!"

Linda laughed in his face. "Ordering me, Brother, dear? I'm not your wife. Not anybody's wife anymore – that's why I dumped Hal; so I'm sure as hell not about to take orders from you or any other man. Guess what, Mr. Macho. You just made up my mind for me… I'm going!"

Linda drove with Marty in her own car to the lodge. On the way, she noticed her teenage son was obviously upset about something and asked him what it was.

"Aw, Mom, you wouldn't understand," he mumbled.

"If it's because I'm tagging along," Linda said, "then don't worry about that. I won't keep you from having a good time. You just relax and enjoy yourself."

That wasn't it, though, Marty claimed. In fact, he went on in a rush and seemed very much to mean it. He was grateful to have his mother along to keep an eye on him. Otherwise, he was afraid certain things might get out of control.

Completely puzzled, Linda tried persuading Marty to make himself clearer. But he only sputtered that he'd already said too much. Then he fell into a brooding silence as they drove on.

Linda had had enough experience with teenagers to know not to push too hard. Marty would open up when the time was right.

The breakthrough occurred at a stoplight in a small town she had to go through to get to the turn-off to the lodge. While mother and son silently waited for red to change to green, a sexy girl in tight jeans walked in front of the car, winking at Marty while she wiggled her ass. He turned ashen at the sight of her, gulping loudly.

"Do you know her or something?" Linda asked.

"She, uh, reminds me of somebody," Marty murmured.

Linda noted, "Come to think of it, she kind of puts me in mind of somebody, too. Your cousin Sally. But you must be thinking of somebody else."

However, seeing her son's extreme reaction, Linda could sense they were indeed thinking of the same person. Then the light finally turned green. Linda drove on until the town was far behind them.

Taking a chance that the time was right, she broke her silence to softly ask her son, "Marty, honey, do you want to tell me about it? About you and Sally?"

The tension took its toll on Marty. He broke down, holding his head in his hands and whining like a little boy who'd just scraped his knee.