Harry Stevens - Into sister, into incest

His cock was dripping with the last of the cum he had just spilled. Pulling out of her freshly fucked cunt, he dribbled the last of his creamy load on her curly bush and inner thighs.

"Mmmmmmmm, Ben, that felt so good," she sighed, smearing his stray cum between her spread legs. "Every time you fuck me, it's as good as the last time… as good as the first time, all those years ago when we were still kids and you took my cherry."

"Ahhh, Linda, I'll never forget that day," Ben replied, recalling when he had taken her virginity. "You were pretty as a picture. Prettiest girl I'd ever seen. Nobody I dated could hold a candle to you."

"I felt the same way about you," Linda murmured, touching her tits with her sticky fingers as she thought back to her youth. "You were just the handsomest boy. For the life of me, I just couldn't make myself get interested in anybody else."

"Well," Ben noted, "there's been a lot of water under the bridge since then, but you still turn me on as much as you ever did. I wouldn't trade fucking you for anything."

"You know I wouldn't either, of course," Linda wistfully answered. "But you and I know, too, that we've both made a lot of trade-offs to get where we are now. If only we could've been two different people it would've been a lot easier."

"That's for sure. For damned sure," Ben had to agree. "But what else could we have done? We both knew when we started that this would always have to stay a secret between us. Just made sense for you to marry Hal and for me to marry Patty."

"I've never come right out and asked you this before," Linda said, bringing a sudden tension into the air. "But do you love her, Ben? Patty? Do you love your wife?"

Ben defensively replied, "That's easy for you to ask now, Linda. Now that you're divorcing Hal."

Linda didn't back off. "Do you love Patty, Ben? Yes or no?"

Ben self-consciously shrugged, then haltingly tried to explain how he felt about his wife: "Let's just say that… it's like, well, if you live with a woman so long, uh, sure, you get kinda used to her."

Linda impatiently snapped, "Stop beating around the bush about you and Patty, Ben. I'm a big girl now. I'm not pretending you're anything but what you are, a married man who fucks me on the side. So tell me the truth. When you're not fucking me, how often do you fuck your wife?"

Ben blushed and confessed, "Once… maybe twice a week. Patty won't take no for an answer when she's in the mood. Not my idea."

"But you always manage to get it up for her, don't you?" Linda sharply said. "And don't try to tell me you pretend she's me, either. Fact is, you like having both of us to fuck, don't you?"

"And I suppose that when you were still married to Hal you always faked it? C'mon, Linda, I know different. He used to brag all the time about what a great piece of ass you were. Told me that even when you were fighting about everything else, you were still always plenty horny for his cock. So you couldn't have been putting on an act the whole time."

"Okay, okay," Linda admitted. "I won't lie. The sex was about the only good thing in that marriage."

"Then why give me such a hard time about Patty?" Ben asked.

"You ought to know why," Linda said.

"Oh… that," Ben said. "So that's what's bugging you. Why one minute you were telling me how good I'd just fucked you, and the next you're giving me the third degree about my wife."

Linda nodded, pouting. "Ben I'm going to be so lonely while you're gone with her. Two whole weeks, and with Christmas coming up. It's just not fair. You'll be fucking Patty while I'm here at home climbing the walls, waiting for you to get back."

"What can I do?" Ben said. "Patty's been planning this for months. How did I know you'd split up with Hal in the meantime? I've gone away before and you didn't complain, as long as you were still married. Tell you the truth, I think maybe it's Hal you'll be missing as much as me."

"Half a loaf would be better than one," Linda admitted. "That's as far as it goes, though, and you know that, Ben. I can live without Hal, but I couldn't live without you. He was just somebody I was married to. Not like you, Ben – somebody who's always been in my life. There's more to us than just a piece of paper. There's flesh and blood."

Ben couldn't help being moved by the passionate urgency of Linda's words. She had just spoken the bottom line of their relationship. Yes, flesh and blood; that was what bound them together, it was that same bond which posed a lifelong barrier. Linda and Ben were not simply an ordinary couple having an affair.

Linda and Ben were sister and brother.

"Oh, I'm sorry to be so bitchy tonight, darling," she apologized.

"No, Sis, I asked for it," he said, taking his share of the blame for the sour aftermath of their fuck. "I don't have any business running off for two weeks with Patty and leaving you alone. Especially around Christmas. I should've tried to get out of it. Patty could've taken the kids by herself. And your Marty would be along to help."

"It's too late now," Linda said, accepting reality at this point. "It's not Patty's fault that I want to take her place, when I know we never really can come out in the open with our love. She's been a good wife for you. So take her and your kids and my Marty on your vacation and just forget about me for the next two weeks."

"You know I can't forget you, Linda," Ben told his sister, his cock stiffening again. "But maybe, if you'll let me fuck you again, I can give us both enough to tide us over until I get back to you again."

"Mmmm, you always could wrap me around your little finger, couldn't you?" Linda panted with fresh arousal.

"It's not my little finger you can't resist, Sis," Ben affectionately teased. "Always has been and always will be my big cock."

"Won't get any argument about that from me," Linda giggled, stroking her brother's irresistible hard-on.

"So where do you want it, Sis?"

"Start all over again with me, Ben," Linda suggested. "Like we haven't even fucked yet tonight. That'll take away the bad taste of the fuss we just had. Let's suck and fuck so good this time that it really will last us for the next two weeks."

"Then how's this for openers, Sis?" Ben asked, pointing to her mouth.

"Perfection!"

Linda promptly wrapped her lips around his cockhead and started sucking.

"Just hope you don't expect me to do all the work, thought," she said, around a mouthful of prick.

Knowing exactly what she meant, Ben said, "You got it, Sis."

Twisting his prick in her oral grasp, he swiveled around on top of Linda. Winding up straddling her head at one end of the action, he now faced down on her crotch as well. Her pussy beckoned.

"I remember the first time I ever tasted this cunt," Ben sighed. "It was the sweetest thing I'd ever eaten. And it's just kept getting sweeter every time I've eaten it since then."

Then he drove to the junction of Linda's loins. As his mouth sealed her welcoming pussy, she swallowed his prick to the balls. The brother-sister sex action was back in full swing.

Sucking each other had been how they'd come together the first time all those years ago when they were just a couple of kids growing up in the same house. Linda had walked in on Ben while he was jacking off, and had been instantly fascinated by the size of the first hard-on she'd ever seen.

One thing had led to another; with brother and sister ending up that fateful day so long ago doing exactly what they were doing now, sixty-nining.

Linda's husband Hal was hung with a big enough prick, and while they were together she never minded giving him head. But it was never the same as when she went down on her brother. With Hal it was never more than just a routine blowjob. With Ben, though, Linda always had the sensation that she was actually getting fucked in the mouth, as if she almost had a phantom clit down her throat.