Ron Taylor - Hot for brother

The phone rang again, just as Amy was about to lay some heavy gobbling on Alex's cock, and she frowned. "Oh, fuck," Amy growled, removing her mouth from her, brother's organ, then "oh, hi, Mom! How's Sin City USA treating you?"

"Well," she told Alex after she'd hung up, his cock cuddled in her hand, "if you want to go to the beach, I guess we can swing it. Mom and Dad are staying on in Vegas for a few days. They won't be home till middle of the week. So we can hang out all night. Whatcha say, sport?" She jiggled his dick, moving toward it with her face, the tongue already thrust out, anticipating the taste of that wet pecker in her hungry mouth.

"God, Amy, we went all to pieces after they left, didn't we? But what are we gonna do when Mom and Dad come home?"

She stopped sucking. "We'll worry about that when they get here. But I think we can find a way to be together most any time we want. Let me stroke you. You're dribbling a little cum already, and it tastes so delicious."

"What if they find out? About us, I mean."

"Oh, be serious, Alex! I love our parents. They are dear, sweet, loving people, but they are also old-fashioned and straight as arrows. I doubt if either of them have ever heard of incest, for one thing, and unless you and I do something really dumb, like sucking each other off at the dinner table, there's no way they're ever gonna find out! So let yourself go, younger brother. Enjoy me, because I'm yours to enjoy, and let me enjoy you for the same reason. Fuck me when I'm horny, kiss me when my lips ache for the want of kissing, and be close when I need you. Let's be the way. All right?"

"All right, Amy."

"Then, if the discussion is at an end, I have some important business to take care of." She plunged his cock into her mouth again, and she sucked him with deep loving strokes. Besides, Amy thought, if I drain him but good before we go to the beach, he won't have a Goddamned thing left to give that cunt Roberta. And she can sit around watching while I do the same thing to Steve. Should be a righteous evening.

"How are they?" Jon Messenger asked his wife. Rachel nodded with a smile. "See? They're big kids. You don't have to worry about them. Amy and Alex can take care of themselves if we happen to go away for a weekend."

"Oh, I know," she agreed, "but I just wanted to call and make sure. They're so self-assured, not at all like we were at that age. Of course, we had such a different upbringing. God, when I think of that squalid building where we grew up, of those filthy streets of the winos and drunks vomiting in the alley just below our window. But on the other hand, if we'd been brought up in the affluence we provided for our children, how much different would our own lives have been? You and I might never have… oh, and wouldn't want to think about a life without you!"

She was sniffling now, wiping her nose with a tissue. Jon sat down beside her on the bed, his arm encircling her body. Rachel leaned close, his strength flowing into her, and she sighed deeply.

The drive to Vegas had been long and wearying, thanks to that plane they missed, and yesterday's convention activities nearly as bad. She and Jon had lunched with two or three of the company's top brass, an unexpected honor and during the meal Rachel's brother husband was offered something just as unexpected; promotion to an executive position. The salary was a sizeable increase on what he made now, but the job entailed moving east and… "Of course there's one other prerequisite, Jon. You'll be intimately connected with some of our government contracts, and you'll have to go through a standard security clearance."

Of course he refused the promotion, on some logical though circuitous grounds, but Rachel knew and Jon knew that the FBI security check was the major obstacle. Even the most cursory check of his background would include a survey of Rachel's and their investigators would have to find some interest in the fact that subject lives with a woman purporting to be his wife. Woman is actually his sister, as Dauphin County vital statistics verify. They are the parents of two children… And there would go the job.

"Are you still fretting about that job?" Jon asked. "Well, damn it, don't! Because I didn't want the promotion in the first place. The company has worn out five good men in that position in the last three years. That's an average of seven months per man. I don't have an ulcer and don't want one. Anyway, I could be the happiest ditch digger in the world, if it came to that, as long as I had you and the kids to come home to at the end of the day. And listen, Rachel, we're going to have a great time here in Vegas, and I don't want you to cry or to fret or to worry once in the next three or four days. This is a vacation. Let's enjoy it."

She nodded, smiling through tears. "Of course you're right, Jon. He was only thinking about the twins, how they'd feel if they ever found out?"

"Well, don't. Don't think about anything except having fun. And as far as the kids go, if it ever comes up, God forbid, we'll tell them the truth. That ours is the kind of love that happens only once in a million years, that's it. It transcended the social barriers and that we simply followed our hearts. But I still think you're worrying about nothing. The kids are so wholesome and so normal and so straight-laced that it's ridiculous. Do you really think they even know what incest is? Of course they don't! So give yourself a rest, darling. We've gotten along for the last eighteen years, and we can get along for the next hundred."

"I'm sorry," she conceded, smiling more broadly.

"Love," Jon quoted, "means never having to say you're sorry."

He was right. He was always right. In spite of their unconventional love, she and Jon had created two beautiful, sweet, darling children who need never know the social cloud under which they had been conceived. We must have done something right, she thought proudly. We've been so lucky.