This is a work of fiction and as such has nothing to do with any real persons alive or dead. This story contains themes that may be offensive to some people, so be warned that it contains: graphic language and sexual content, incest, bisexuality, group sex, light domination and submission, and who knows what else by the time were finished. etc. etc. etc.
This is the first installment in what I hope will become a multipart incest-harem serial. This first chapter has a lot of exposition as I set the scene and introduce the characters. Think of it a foreplay that will make the sex hotter once we get there. And, once we get there, I promise plenty of sex.
This is my first attempt at writing fiction, and naturally my first erotic fiction. I have not availed myself of an editor. I will do so in the future but wanted to get feedback on this first story in its raw form.
So, any feedback is appreciated. Feel free to encourage, discourage, offer editorial or future plot suggestions, or simply let me know if you do or don't like it.
I hope you enjoy yourself and thank you for reading.
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Chapter 1
I am Lieutenant Jack Phillips and I have just recently resigned my commission as a civil engineer in the US Navy. My last day on base had arrived. In the early morning, I met with my commanding officer, signed a bunch of papers, and hopped on a plane headed for southeastern Florida. I was going home, and I should be there by mid afternoon.
Well, not home exactly. I was heading to the house where my parents and little sister have lived for the past six years. For me it's not home yet as I have never been there. I plan on staying with them while I find my own place and get re-acclimated to civilian life. I have not been a civilian since leaving for the Academy nine years ago.
My family is not rich, we are wealthy. The kind of wealth that comes from owning a company that was founded by my father's grandfather over one-hundred years ago. It is now the largest closely held civil engineering firm in the world. We have built skyscrapers, bridges, dams, major shipping ports, and airports on every continent.
So, how does the scion of a wealthy family with a bottomless trust fund end up in the US Navy? It's all because of my mother's father, my grandfather. We've always just called him 'Gramps'.
Gramps was a retired navy commander. Until his death ten years ago, he was the most important role model in my life. You see, my dad is a quiet unassuming man who spent most of my childhood traveling to construction projects throughout the world. He was rarely home. He is a genius engineer and a loving but distant and unavailable father.
Gramps filled the void for me, my sister, and often my mother too. As children my sister and I spent more time at his ranch than we did at home. We were inseparable. We were best friends, And, we were happy.
When the time came it was natural for me to follow my grandfather's footsteps. I attended the Academy and served in the US Navy. This said, it should be no surprise that I studied engineering like my father, grandfather, and great grandfather before me. It's in our blood, and I expected to make my career within the family firm after leaving the Navy.
My mother, Anne, lost her mother as a young child. Gramps worked hard to raise his only daughter without the help of the wife he so much adored. His Naval career was also demanding. Fortunately, he had the help of a kind and devoted housekeeper who we all still call Auntie Ruthie.
They raised my mother together, and Gramps made certain that Auntie Ruthie was well taken care of in her retirement. My mother tells us that my grandfather's home hadn't changed much since she was a child. It was a place of order, discipline, kindness, and love. It is where she learned about hard work, duty, obedience, and the value of both mental and physical fitness.
Her devotion to physical fitness and the stress-free lifestyle that great wealth can provide has helped maintain her amazing figure, and she is now a beautiful mature woman. She has the attractiveness and sensuality of a woman much younger than her forty-six years.
My sister Jeannie was a tomboy, and from the time she could walk she followed me everywhere. Before I had reached ten, I knew that as her big brother it was my responsibility to protect my little sister and do all that I could to see that she was safe and happy.
I left for the Academy at seventeen. As a gifted student I was able to finish high school one year early. On the day that I left, my rail thin twelve-year-old sister, with her messy hair and tear streaked face, desperately held on for one final hug before I climbed into the car. While I was away, she wrote to me often, but I haven't seen her in nearly nine years.
My plane landed in Fort Lauderdale and my mother had a car waiting for me at the airport. The driver loaded my duffel bag and drove me to my new home.
I had grown up around wealth, so fancy houses are no big deal. But, when I saw the new house (more like a compound) I was wide-eyed and impressed. The front of the house faced the inter-coastal waterway and the private dock where our boats were moored. The back, as I would find out later, opened onto a vast stretch of private beach and the Atlantic Ocean. The driver carried my bag to the pool house where I would be living, and told me that my family was out, but they would return soon.
With nothing else to do I decided to change, have a swim in the ocean, and explore. I followed the path from the pool area through the dunes and saw grass to our stretch private beach.
As I walked on the hot sand down toward the water, I saw that I had some company. There were seabirds and a group of four trespassers sunbathing down near the water. I couldn't care less about the trespassing and decided to offer a friendly hello as I passed. Once I came closer to the sunbathers it became clear that they were four very attractive young women, and they were all tanning topless. I took a moment to enjoy the scenery from a distance before calling out. This way they could retrieve their bikini tops and avoid any embarrassment.
"Hello there." I called, which started a flurry of activity. One of the girls looked up, pulled on a t-shirt, and came sprinting directly for me.
This gorgeous girl hit me at a full run, threw her arms around me, tackled me to the sand, and started kissing all over my face. After a moment of stunned enjoyment, it became clear that this petite blond-haired hellion was none other than my little tomboy sister all grown up.
I returned her hugs and laughed "Jeannie! Oh my God, look at you, I've missed you
squirt."
"Oh Jackie, I've been waiting and waiting for you to get here. Please tell me your staying. We're going to have so much fun, come and meet my friends." She said breathlessly while pulling me by the arm toward the three other sunbathing women.
My little sister had transformed since the last time I saw her. When I left for the Academy nine years before she was a too-skinny twelve-year-old with a boyish figure and tomboy haircut. At twenty-one she had blossomed into a very attractive young woman.
She had blond hair that was tied into a long ponytail, and curves that were just right for her petite frame. The golden hue of her flawlessly tanned skin, large green eye, dancers' posture, and the light dusting of freckles across the nose and cheeks made her look elfin, or maybe like some wild sea spirit animated by the sun and ocean spray. Her generous mouth seemed made for smiling, and her grin didn't quit. I forced myself not to stare at my sexy little sister.
With her arm around my waist and mine around her shoulders she walked me to her friends. They lounged on beach towels sipping cold drinks. I couldn't help but admire these beauties. They looked like they had just stepped from the pages of a swimsuit magazine. My little sister included. One of the girls hadn't retrieved her swimsuit top and showed no signs that she planned to do so. Her perfectly tanned breasts with dark caramel gumdrop nipples had my undivided attention.
"This is Sarah, Shauna, and Taylor, don't mind Taylor, she's an exhibitionist and an incurable flirt. Put your clothes on girl. This is my long-lost big brother, Jack. He's finally home from the Navy." Jeannie said with a giggle.
Taylor looked up with a smile but made no move to cover her lovely breasts.
Sarah and Shauna were twins. They were identical and indistinguishable. They looked more like a single woman sitting next to a mirror than two different women sitting side by side. They were even wearing matching bikinis. Both had sable hair and fair skin. They looked taller than Jeannie but shorter than Taylor. With all three girls seated it was difficult to be certain. They had oversized breasts, curvy hips, and I'm sure nice round asses that I couldn't wait to see. Their bikinis were deep green with high wasted bottoms. The tops were just strings attached to triangles of material that were far too small and straining to cover their substantial breasts.
The twins looked up in unison, gave shy smiles and together said, "Hi Jack."
Taylor was tall dark and exotic. Her hair was black curly and cropped short, she had high cheekbones, big brown eyes, and skin the color of cappuccino. She sat wearing only the tiny bottom of her white thong bikini unfazed by her near nudity. Her breasts were large but not huge and had a slight rounded sag from their
youthful weightiness. They were a perfect match for her slender athletic frame. Her nipples were puffy, large, and much darker than her flawless milk-chocolaty skin.
Taylor looked my way and said. "Nice to finally meet you Jack. I feel like I know you already. Jeannie doesn't stop talking about her wonderful big brother who's off in the Navy keeping us safe."
I wanted to stay and drink in all of this feminine splendor but decided against being a pervert around my little sister's friends.
"It's nice to meet you too. I'm going to cool off in the water. I'll be back in a bit, squirt." I said.
I quickly turned toward the ocean, but not quickly enough for the lump my swim shorts to go unnoticed by the girls, As I left, I heard the twins exchange a few muffled words and then all four girls broke out into soft giggles.
I never dated much while in the Navy, and I've never had what you would call a steady girlfriend. It's been a long while since I've enjoyed the company of a willing woman.
It's no surprise that these beauties quickly gave me half-hard boner. I thought as I ran into the chilling surf, I better get some private time to rub one out before my little friend embarrasses me again.
A cold swim tamed my erection problem, for the moment. I walked back up the beach, and I saw that Jeannie's friends had already left. She picked up the cooler and was waiting for me. She was wearing a wispy cover up over her bikini. The ocean breeze made it flow around her hips in an erotic dance.
I thought to myself, "stop perving on your sister." For some reason I couldn't help it. I really needed to jerk-off, and soon.
I took the cooler from Jeannie, and she took my other hand as we walked back up to the house.
"My friends think you're hot" she said with a mischievous smile.
I laughed and said "I don't know about that, but there's no question that they are very pretty girls," I paused. "and so are you, squirt. You're not the skinny tomboy that I remember. The ocean lifestyle agrees with you."
"Go get cleaned up and come over to the big house for dinner. Mom and dad will be home by now, and they're super excited to see you." She said with a twinkle in her eye, "But they're not as excited as I am." She paused "I think you're hot too. The Navy has 'done you good'." She winked and skipped away.
I shook my head, turned toward the pool house, and chuckled as I thought, "I better clean up quickly. I don't want to hold up dinner."
As I showered I thought, "Jeannie's right, the Navy has 'done me good'. The discipline of the Navy life and the dedication to physical fitness I learned from my grandfather and my mother had filled out my formerly lanky six-foot-two frame. I was tall, fit, had wide shoulders, and plenty of lean muscle. I felt good, very good."
I soaped up in the shower and remembered what else the Navy had taught me. How to lead and take responsibility for myself and others, how to be assertive, and how to take command. I learned that being in command made me responsible for the well-being of the people in my charge. And, if I failed to remember this then I didn't deserve to be handing out orders to anyone.
I was at my peak mental and physical fitness and was ready for this next part of my life. I felt great, and considered jacking off in the shower, but I didn't want to make my parents wait any longer. So, still horny, but hopefully in better control, I headed over to the big house.
The 'Big House' was big. 'Big' is too small a word to describe it. The pool house was big, but it would easily fit inside of the big house with room to spare. All tile, windows, and light it was decorated in a style that said, 'South Florida and unapologetic wealth'. It was two stories tall with a rooftop deck that looked over the dunes and out upon an endless Atlantic ocean. I entered through the French doors by the pool and heard voices and laughter coming from what would prove to be the kitchen.
With a shriek my mother jumped up in delight the moment I stepped into the room. She ran to me and started hugging and kissing me as thoroughly as Jeannie had done earlier at the beach. My father waited for her to finish, embraced me around the shoulders, and shook my hand. He is shorter than me with a much smaller frame, so I had to stoop to return his hug. Jeannie, not to be outdone, greeted me with hugs and kisses as if she hadn't just done so down at the beach.
All smiles we settled around the kitchen island ate snacks and drank wine while Andorra, the housekeeper, set for dinner in the dining room.
Throughout dinner and well into the evening we chatted, laughed, and caught up on everyone's lives. Afterwards, we settled into a sitting room with cozy overstuffed chairs, drank wine, and did some catching-up. My parents shared a loveseat. Jeannie curled up next to me on a big soft couch. It seemed as if she needed to keep in contact with me to prove to herself that I was truly back from the Navy. It felt good to be home.
Near ten-thirty, with hugs all around, my father left for bed. He had an early flight. A bridge project in Peru needed his attention. He would leave tomorrow morning and be away for at least ten days. Jeannie, my mother, and I continued talking and drinking past midnight.
"You look so much like my father. It's making me miss him." Said my mother. "you've always favored Gramps. Having you here with your strong jaw, military posture, and confidence has got me thinking of him."
"He looks just like Gramps in that old photo from his Academy days, they could be twins" replied Jeannie, "The girls think he's 'hot'. And, so do I. Don't you agree mom?"
"Jeannie you'll make your brother blush." my mother said with a laugh, "He is a very handsome young man," she added with a faraway look in her eyes, "and you better make sure that your girlfriends go easy on him, let him get his land-legs back under him. Give him some time to settled in before they start chasing after the new boy in town."
"Don't worry, I'll fight 'm off for you brother." Jeannie giggled, "Tomorrow it's just you and me all day. We'll take the small sailboat out in the morning, so the girls can't come stalking my super-hot older brother before he's had time to relax and recharge. It'll be just the two of us."
"Well, if we're sailing tomorrow, we'd better get some sleep." I said, and with many hugs and kisses from both women I headed to the pool house, and fell right into the amazingly soft king-sized bed. To exhausted for masturbation, I fell asleep in only moments.
I woke to the sound of my little sister excitedly yelling "get up, get up, get up, it's time to go sailing!" She was jumping on the bed next to where I lay and laughing. I immediately knew that I had drunk too much wine the night before and hoped my headache would pass soon.
I got out of bed and headed into the bathroom for a quick shower. "Leave the door open so we can talk." She yelled after me. "I promise I won't peek...much." I've started to realize that my high-energy sister might be a handful. If I had only known.
We headed down to the dock, cooler in hand, and boarded the 'small' sailboat. If the small sailboat were any bigger it would take more than just the two of us to sail it. It was a beautiful boat, large enough for about eight people with a spacious cabin and full galley. We cast off, motored out through the inter-coastal waterway, and set sail south along the Florida coast.
It was perfect sailing weather; steady wind, no clouds, and plenty of sunshine. Jeannie was dressed in a cute crop top that showed off her taunt belly and a long gauzy skirt that brushed her sandals. It flowed around her legs as she walked, and I needed to stop myself from staring at her sexy form. I hadn't found a chance to jerk off yet, and with my headache gone it took concentration to keep my erection under control.
As soon as we were on the ocean and sailing south, Jeannie stripped off her clothes to reveal a tiny black thong bikini. The top barely covered her small perky breasts, and the bottom was no more than a small cloth triangle held on with string. She turned to climb ladder to the forward deck, and I saw the back. I nearly groaned out loud before I caught myself. The back was a thin string that circled her delicate waist with another that disappeared between the two loveliest ass cheeks I had ever seen. She might as well be nude.
"I need to stop perving on my little sister." I silently chided myself.
With one foot on the ladder she paused as if she had forgotten something. She stepped back down, handed me her lotion, and said, "Will you help me, I don't want a burn?"
Was she purposely teasing me? It can't be, she's my little sister and I'm her big brother. She's not teasing, this is innocent. You're imagining things. Stop being a pervert and help her with the lotion.
I rubbed the lotion on her shoulders and back but stopped at the top of her perfect ass. She could reach the rest by herself and I needed to stay in control of my arousal.
She paused for a moment and looked like she might say something more. Then she took the lotion back from me, and with a look over her shoulder climbed the ladder to the forward deck. I stared as she finished the job and spread the lotion over the rest of her body. I'm glad she didn't remove her bikini top to sunbathe. If she had my semi-hard cock might have burst.
After a few hours of sailing we dropped anchor, had a swim, and ate lunch. Andorra had packed the cooler with sandwiches, fruit, and bottles of beer. This was the best 'date' I had ever been on, and it was with my little sister. I was confused and horny, and we had a wonderful time. After lunch it was time to weigh anchor and head home. As I sailed the boat Jeannie curled up next to me and dozed off.
We came into dock with the twilight. It was calm, quiet, and peaceful. We didn't have a care between us. We tied off and Jeannie told me to grab the cooler. She said that he guys who took care of the grounds would wash down and service the boat in the morning.
I climbed onto the dock, turned and offered her my hand. She took it, climbed up, stepped in close, wrapped her arms around me, and rested her head on my chest.
"Thank you for the most wonderful day ever, I love you Jackie."
"I love you too, squirt." I softly replied.
We held on closely for a moment longer when she looked up into my eyes.
I simply leaned forward and kissed her. Our eyes closed, our lips touched, and we were kissing. Not kissing like brother and sister, but like a man and a woman. I lingered too long before I realized what I was doing. I knew she could feel my suddenly erect cock pressed between our bodies.
I jumped back and she squealed in surprise. "Oh my god Jeannie, I can't believe what I've done. I'm so sorry, please forgive me. I will never do this again. I swear it."
She stared at me wide eyed. Before I could finish apologizing, she turned and ran up the path and into the house. I was sure that I heard her crying. The back door slammed shut and all was quiet once again.
"You idiot. What's wrong with you." I desperately scolded myself. "Home for two days, and you have already hurt your little sister. You pervert. She's your little sister. You're supposed to protect her, but you can't control your cock. You're meant to make her feel safe and happy. Now, you've gone ruined everything. She'll be afraid of you, and you can't blame her for that."
I considered going to her, but I didn't want to make things any worse. I would wait until morning. I went to the pool house, showered, and tried to get some sleep. I didn't even think about jerking off. I tossed all night. My mind kept returning to the shocked look on her face and the sound of her crying as she ran from me.
The morning found me exhausted and heartbroken. I was thinking that the best choice for me was to get my own place and move out. Forcing a romantic kiss and pressing my hard cock against my little sister is not something that I could just explain away or pretend it hadn't happened.
I showered and went into the big house to check on Jeannie. I wanted to see that she was alright. I found my mother in the kitchen having breakfast, and before I could say anything Andorra put a hot coffee down on the table for me. I sat, offered my mother a subdued good morning, and silently sipped my coffee.
"That must have been some day of sailing, you look exhausted," She said. "and, Jeannie hasn't even left her room yet."
Worried, I looked up and said, "I'll go check on her." I grabbed a second cup of coffee for Jeannie, and slowly walked upstairs to her bedroom door.
I knocked softly and said, "Jeannie can I come in?"
"No." she said through the closed door.
"When you're ready will you come out and talk with me? I'll wait by the pool."
"Go away."
Dejected, I went back down and joined my mother in the kitchen. "She's upset and won't come out of her room." I told her as I sat back down.
"Oh no, the last time she acted like this it was because her ex-boyfriend was treating her badly."
I couldn't bring myself to tell my mother what I had done.
"What happened with her ex-boyfriend?" I asked.
"Your sister has a checkered past when it comes to boyfriends. She always picks the wrong guys. She chooses controlling possessive bad boys. It's almost like she wants to be mistreated. I've tried to talk to her about it, but she only gets angry and tells me that 'I just don't understand her'. Then she goes out and finds another A-hole, and the whole thing repeats itself."
My mother paused, "Give her a few hours. When she's ready to come out maybe you can talk to her then." She quickly finished her coffee, "I need to hurry, or I'll be late. I'm shopping with some friends, and then were going out for dinner at the Boat Club. Talk to her, she loves you and has really missed you. Maybe she'll listen to you. Be a big brother and help her sort out her love life. Help her to be happy."
Mom left and I was devastated. She assumed Jeannie was upset because a boy had mistreated her. She didn't know that I was the asshole boy who hurt Jeannie. I could only hope that Jeannie would come out of her room later and talk to me. I went outside, sat by the pool and waited.
The shadows by the pool were growing long before I heard the French doors open. Jeannie came outside wearing just a knee length T-shirt with kittens printed on it. She slowly walked over to me and sat down.
"Hi" I said softly.
"Hi" she replied.
I started the speech I'd been rehearsing all afternoon. I knew that I needed to get through it in one go or I would choke-up and be unable to finish.
"I can't tell you how sorry I am for kissing you last night (I couldn't bring myself to mention my erection). All I can say is that I was overtaken by the moment and my strong feelings of love for you. I lost myself and it just happened. As soon as I realized what was happening, I stopped, and I promise it will never happen again. Mom told me about your history with boys that have treated you cruelly, and I'm sorry that I hurt you too. Please forgive me. In time I hope you will trust me again."
As soon as I had finished, she began to cry. Not the loud broken-heart crying she had done last night, but a soft sad weeping that was somehow much worse.
I sat there and silently waited. I didn't know what to do. Should I say something more? Should I try to console her? Should I hold her? Would that just make it worse? If I reached out would she think I meant to molest her a second time? I didn't know what to do, so I sat there and just waited for her to speak.
Finally, she lifted her head and looked into my eyes. She seemed to come to a decision, took a deep breath, and said. "I'm not upset because you kissed me," she hesitated for a moment. "or because of what I felt pressed between us."
Now I was very confused.
"I'm upset because you stopped kissing me."
"What?" I said surprised. "I don't understand what you're saying."
"It was me who leaned in and raised my lips so that you would kiss me. It's what I've wanted, what I've been hoping for; A wonderful soft sensual kiss from the one man I love. Have always loved. Maybe, the only man I can ever love. What hurt me so badly is when you rejected me. When you broke our kiss It broke my heart."
I didn't fully understand what she was saying. I sat there stunned. I didn't know how to react.
Jeannie spoke again, "I understand that you don't love me the way that I love you, but would you please just hold me for a little bit?"
I was still confused, but now I had something that might help my little sister feel better. I stood up, took her into my arms, and held her while her sobbing slowly dwindled, and she became still.
I began to feel something I had never felt before. I didn't understand what was happening. I have always loved my sister Jeannie, but that love was slowly changing. It's no longer only the love of a brother for a sister. It's not the love of a son for his mother. It's not the love I've had for any woman in my past. It's something I had never experienced before. It's unique. It's my love for Jeannie and for Jeannie alone. It expanded to fill my heart. I knew then that it was something good and right for both of us.
With this understanding, my feelings continued to change and expand even further. My love began to include desire. Desire that was growing. Unable to stop myself and I did it again. I gently took her chin in my hand and lifted her face to mine. I saw her surprise and a sudden sparkle in her eyes as I brought my lips to hers.
We kissed. It was like the first and last kiss of our entire lives. We clung to one another. Our lips parted, and our tongues began a soft caress. In our shared breath I could feel her hunger growing. Mine was soon to follow. My erection started to grow between us.
I broke off our kiss, and her eyes widened as if she thought I would once again reject our incestuous desires. She was mistaken. I swiftly picked her up in my arms and carried her into the pool house to my bed. I finally understood what was needed and It would not wait any longer.
"Make me yours." She gasped breathlessly while looking up from the bed.
I wanted this, my desire was like a pulsing heat that filled my chest, my belly, and my throbbing cock. I paused. This was happening fast, and I wouldn't risk hurting my little sister a second time.
"Are you sure Jeannie? Are you certain this is what you want? This will change us forever and I don't want to hurt you again. I love you, and don't want you to rush into this if you're not ready."
"Take me." She panted her answer, "Take me now. I belong to you. I've been waiting for you. For this. I know that I'm yours, and I will never have another man. I want you to fuck me and fill me so you can know it too. There is nothing in this world that I won't give to you, in bed or out. Nothing. Now fuck me. Fuck me hard. Love me and fill me up with your cum so I know that you accept me, all of me, in every way."
I knew then that my little sister was certain and ready to give her total self to me. I also knew that her happiness and well-being would always be my responsibility. I knew that I wanted this, so I threw my shirt on the floor, and joined her on my great big soft bed.
My cock was rock hard and begging for released from inside of my shorts. But, I wanted to move slowly. This first time with my little sister should be tender love making, and not furious fucking. Jeannie had another idea.
Her eyes smoldered like a hungry cat's, she popped up onto her knees and quickly peeled off her long T-shirt. She was naked underneath. For the first time in my life I saw my sister's naked body. Her breasts were perfect. Not too big, but more than a handful, and perfectly formed. They were just right for her small frame. Her coral colored nipples stood out small but hard to show her excitement. Her pussy was
cleanly shaved and a neat little package. It was like a tiny secret treasure box waiting to be opened.
I didn't have long to admire the most perfect body I had ever seen when Jeannie pounced. She peeled off my shorts and boxers together with one fast pull. My rock-hard dick, dragged downward by my shorts, snapped back up and hit my flat stomach with a loud slap.
Jeannie laughed, and said "Oh my god, you're perfect. I can't wait to squeeze that monster inside of me." She wrapped one hand around me at the base, "It's as thick as a Red Bull can!" She wrapped a second hand above the first and said, "Wow,
two hands with a couple inches to spare! I've never held one like this." She looked me in the eyes, smiled, and plunged her hot wet mouth over my pulsing cockhead.
I nearly blacked out. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. My little sister was sucking my cock with all or her heart and soul, and my entire body was vibrating with pleasure. She would suck, bob up, bob down, and then swirl her tongue around just the tip, or stop to lick my balls while stroking my shaft. She's a petite girl, but she had a wide beautiful mouth. Even so, I was amazed that she could fit so much of me without chocking. Wow, my little sister is an accomplished cocksucker. I didn't question it, and soon my orgasm was approaching. It rushed at me like a skydiver in free-fall.
"If you keep that up, you're going to make me cum." I warned her. Twice more she
plunged down and up with her mouth. She sucked my cock hard and fast. I thought she meant for me cum in her mouth when she suddenly stopped.
She looked up at me, smiled and said "You can cum in my mouth later, but right now I need you inside of me. Don't you move."
She popped up and placed her knees on either side of my hips, reached between
her legs, grabbed me and rubbed the head of my cock from her clit to her entrance and back again. Her cunt felt wet and very hot, and I was desperate to drive into her moist folds.
She slowly pushed herself down onto me and moaned, "Oh...this is it."
She worked herself down onto my shaft until I was almost fully buried in her hot wet cunt.
She stopped and took a few panting breaths. "Let me get used to your big cock brother, It's amazing."
After a moment she lifted and sank her hips, once, twice, and then started to slowly fuck me. She picked up speed and worked us up to a fast and steady rhythm. Pleasured moans and the slapping sounds of frenzied fucking filled the room. I felt my orgasm building and knew it wouldn't be much longer. I was ready to fill my sister with my cum. To take her. To make her mine.
She sensed that I was close and said in a hoarse whisper "Fill me up Jackie, this is all for you, make this body yours, give it to me. Cum...fill my cunt...oh please...cum..." Her climax hit her hard. Eyes squeezed shut, chest and cheeks flushed, she screamed out in pleasure.
Jeannie's vagina clamped around my dick, and that was it for me. I felt my toes curl and gooseflesh run up and down my back. My body clenched. I grabbed her hips and forcefully pushed downward as I slammed my cock up into her sucking sex. With a throaty growl I pumped ropes of my pent-up seed into her tight pussy. It lasted and lasted without letting up. Gasping, moaning, and speaking in tongues we shared our first orgasm together. Buried to the root I held still while her vagina squeezed the the last of the cum from my body. I have never felt anything like this before. After what seemed like a heavenly eternity, Jeannie collapsed on top of me, and laid her head down onto my chest.
Out of breath, we both panted.
"I love you, big brother" she whispered.
"I love you to, little sister."
Too spent to stay awake we slowly drifted off to sleep happy in each other's warm embrace.
Later in the night I came awake to the warm feeling of Jeannie asleep and curled up at my side. Her head resting on my shoulder and my arm beneath her in a loving embrace. I turned and softly kissed along her exposed shoulder and neck. My lips could feel the slow pulse in her throat. The scent of her skin called me forward.
She stirred, and in the twilight between dreams and wakefulness she drew my body on top of hers. She softly whispered into my ear, "Oh... Jackie please make love to me."
So, I did. I made love to my little sister slowly, softly, and tenderly. Her climax sneaking up on soft silent cats' paws, and with her lips pressed to my collar bone she let out one long muted moan. I could feel her vagina gently tighten. I came, and in that moment our entire world began and ended at the edges of my big soft bed. Afterward, we both fell back into contented sleep.
I woke up alone, the early morning sunlight streaming through the windows. The room smelled of Jeannie and of the sex we'd had the night before. The morning was exquisite. I felt rested, relaxed, and I suddenly realized very hungry.
Feelings of guilt started sneaking into my thoughts. By the end of my shower they had displaced any contentment I might be feeling. I had committed incest with my little sister. What the fuck? I took advantage of her vulnerability and fucked her. Twice. Once again, I failed her as a brother. I failed as a protector. And, it changed everything. The fault was mine. As the big brother, I should have stopped before it went too far. Worse yet, it was what I wanted, and I didn't stop myself. I didn't even try. I was ready to find her upset and unwilling to leave her bedroom for the second day in a row.
I headed to the big house. In the kitchen my mother and Jeannie were finishing their coffee, chatting, and laughing together. As I sat down relieved but still concerned, Jeannie quickly served a cup of coffee with a big bowl of fruit for my breakfast.
"I gave you extra pineapple chunks Jackie because they're so sweet and delicious this morning. They make everything taste so good. Don't you think so, mom?" She said giving me a secretive wink.
"Hurry up and eat, then get your stuff. The girls are coming over and we're spending the whole day down on the beach. I'm going up to change. When you're ready come back here and get me. Andorra is packing a cooler for us and I need my big strong brother to carry it for me." With a quick peck on my forehead
she turned, skipped up the stairs, and disappeared into her room.
"I don't know what you said to her last night, but it looks like it worked." My mother smiled and said.
"Whatever it was that had her so upset yesterday seems to be in the past. I haven't seen her this happy in...well, ever. I knew we needed you back home son. Keep up the good work."
"Keep up the good work." I thought as I walked back to the pool house to change into my swimsuit. If she knew what I 'said' to my little sister last night (and what I did) maybe mother would not be so happy to have me back home.
Today I would be spend the day at the beach with my sexy sister and her three
sexy friends.
I don't know what's coming next, but I sure hope that I'm ready for it.