Family Ties - Part Four

Carrie screamed, "Baby...don't ...stop!" breathlessly as I held her legs over my shoulders and lapped at her squirting pussy.

The king size bed at the Ritz-Carlton was being soaked again. I swallowed all that I could, but my sister's well was deep and continued to flow over my mouth. But, when I wet my middle finger and shoved it in her warm ass, she just gushed!

"Garrett! Yes baby...fucking perfect!" Carrie shot a stream of warm juice straight down my throat. It was all I could do to get it all down. I lifted her ass until she was on her back with her legs behind her head. Her spurting pussy was dripping cum in her ass. Naturally, I needed to retrieve it before it was lost forever.

I slipped my long tongue in her ass as far as it would go, then began slurping until her ass was clean and dry. Carrie squirmed as I dragged my sticky tongue from her ass to her clit.

"Ohh baby...you're so good to me."

I pulled my mouth off her warm pussy and let her legs down. I rubbed her pussy lips and blew on her swollen clit as she sighed. Then I crawled up and kissed her with my open mouth, letting her cum dribble in slowly.

"Fuck, I taste good. Let's have yours now baby. First, hand me my lip gloss and light me a cigarette."

My cock jerked. I knew what was coming. I got up on my knees, still between her legs and reached for her Marlboro Lights. I lit one for her as she applied a generous coating of strawberry gloss. I suppose it's difficult for women to light up when their lips are slippery.

"Thanks baby," Carrie said with a sly smile. "Now, fuck my mouth."

Carrie had the sexiest mouth made even sexier as smoke drifted around her now glossy lips. The look on her face was one I'll never forget. Her eyes were half closed, her lips looked wet, and I could tell she was having a moment of complete ecstasy.

I knee-walked between her long legs as I held my rock hard cock in my right hand. Carrie filled her mouth with smoke and opened wide. I poked my cock in her mouth through the foggy smoke until it was all the way in. Carrie closed her lips tightly around my shaft and began to suck as smoke poured from her nostrils.

My balls felt her fingers slowly massaging them. The warmth from the smoke heated up my already hot cock. I wrapped her long hair around my left hand and pulled her head back slightly so I could see her red lips as my cock slowly pushed in and out. The sights and sounds made my balls ache for relief. Carrie was way too hot and sexy to be my sister. Her moans vibrated against my shaft making me pick up the pace.

I pulled her face to my pubic area and gave her a good old fashioned face fuck. I arched my back and released powerful strokes inside her mouth.

The only time she pulled off my cock was to take a drag from her cigarette. Then she would slip it back in her foggy mouth and go back to sucking. I loved the way her lips puckered and her cheeks caved in when she sucked really hard. I held her head with one hand while I reached down and pinched her nipples with the other.

Carrie was as accomplished as mom, which surprised me. This was clearly not her first rodeo and she knew exactly what to do and when to do it. I was in heaven rocking and rolling my hips, watching my cock slide in and almost all the way out when Carrie teased my asshole with her forefinger and glanced up at me.

I nodded and said, "Fuck yes, baby. You can have my ass!"

Carrie slowed down and took long strokes as her hand twisted around my shaft. She moaned over and over as she felt my ass surrender to her finger. I was completely relaxed and wanted it bad.

Suddenly, she picked up the pace and began pumping my ass while sucking and stroking my cock. I was panting like a marathon runner. I was tossing my hips forward as fast as I could.

Then Carrie drove her fingertip to my prostate and I was done!

My cock convulsed wildly as spurt after spurt of my white cream filled her mouth. I heard gurgling sounds. I looked down at my sister as cum seeped from the edges of her red lips. I withdrew my cock as it spurted the last few drops on her chin.

Carrie tilted her head back and swallowed every drop as she grinned. I watched as she dragged on her cigarette and licked her smoky lips with her delicious tongue.

I sat on the edge of the bed and lit my own cigarette. Carrie got on her knees and moved to my back where she hung around my neck and nibbled on my ear.

"That was so fucking intense, baby. God, I love you. I love this." Then she slipped off the bed and headed for the spa like shower. "Coming baby?"

The Ritz-Carlton doesn't have rooms. They have suites. Ours was 404 which faced the pool and an enormous waterfall. Polished mahogany furnishings, enough glass and brass to fill a whorehouse, and a mini bar where we could buy a Hershey bar for six bucks.

But, it was ultra swanky, and a sexual romp with Carrie deserved the finest.

After we showered, we took the gold elevator down to the lobby and walked into their gourmet room.

"Wow, baby...look at this place," Carrie said as she snuggled under my arm.

I panned the palatial dining room. The lighting was dim and the atmosphere was intimate. Black and gold carpet lay under round tables with white linen tablecloths. A single gold candlestick with a black candle sat in the center of each table. Since it was a Monday night, the place was practically empty except for an older couple clearly celebrating an anniversary near the bright lights by the entrance, and a young hot couple towards the dimly lit rear. Soft music played in the background. It was perfect for what I had in mind.

I had called earlier as Carrie was dressing and reserved a booth.

"Monsieur Carr?" The refined voice of the French host asked.

I nodded. "That's right...and this is Mrs. Carr." Carrie squeezed my hand and smiled.

"Très bien. cette manière s'il vous plaît." (very well. This way please)

The way he smiled told me he didn't believe a word of it.

We followed the host to a corner booth along the back wall. Carrie slid in first as I handed the host a fifty. "Try not to seat anyone near us please."

The host wiped his eyebrow with his forefinger. "Que vous le souhaitez." (as you wish) as I slipped in next to Carrie. She greeted me with a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Damn baby. This feels like a real date." She grinned as she tossed her long hair over one shoulder. Nothing oozes sex like long hair draped over a bare shoulder.

Naturally, I grinned and lit a cigarette. "That's the idea, doll."

Carrie leaned to my mouth and kissed it as smoke washed over our faces. Her lips were sweet and sticky and popped as she pulled from the kiss.

"God, you're one sexy man, baby."

Everything was going as planned. I did see this as a date. Gone were the thoughts that this was the big sister that used to pull up my underwear from the back and give me a wedgie. Hopefully tonight the roles will reverse. I will be the one pulling underwear.

A short, balding fellow wearing a monkey suit that was a bit small and barely covered his abundant stomach approached us with a white linen towel over his arm.

"Hi folks!" Okay, French he was not. Oklahoma maybe.

Carrie grinned and answered, "Well, hi yourself!" then winked at him.

I watched his face redden slowly. Yeah, pal. I know exactly how you feel. I glanced at his gold badge over his pocket. "Hi, Homer...what part of Oklahoma are you from sir?"

"Uhh...Tulsa actually. How did you know I'm from Oklahoma?"

"Wild guess." Carrie snickered in her hand.

"Oh. Well, can I show you the wine list?" Homer said as he cleared his throat.

"That's not necessary. Just bring us a bottle of your best," I answered as I winked at Carrie.

"Uh...our best is over two grand sir." He fumbled with his red bow-tie. I suppose not everyone orders a two grand bottle of wine...especially on Monday nights. But, this was more than a simple Monday night. I had plans. Big plans.

"Fine. Bring it out." I winked at Carrie.

"Yes sir!" Homer shouted as he shuffled away.

Carrie slipped a cigarette between her glossy red lips and I lit it. I loved watching the flame flickering in her big violet eyes.

"Thanks, baby...you sure about all this? I mean the suite is expensive.You bought me all these clothes. Now, an expensive bottle of wine."

I reached behind her and caressed the back of her neck and said, "I'd say I'm getting a bargain, babe. You're worth every penny."

She laid her head against my shoulder. Smoke drifted from her glossy lips as she replied, "God. I love you so much baby. My pussy is soaking my panties. You are really amazing."

I had the filet. Carrie had lamb. We drank the Rothschild. We cuddled and kissed. The mood was heightened as we glanced at our young counterparts . The hot babe was bouncing in her guys lap and tossing her head back. A closer look revealed the guy was in his sixties...the hot babe in her twenties.

Welcome to Palm Springs where old silver haired men out numbered the young studs three to one and had much thicker wallets. The hot babes were a dime a dozen. But, tonight, there was no one that looked hotter or sexier than my sister and lover. Carrie Carr.

I watched the fucking along the back wall and my cock began to swell.

"Come with me, baby. I have an idea."

I took her hand and helped her from the booth and motioned for Homer. The country wine steward came running. "Yes, Mr. Carr?"

I pulled two crisp hundreds from my money clip, "No one and I mean no one goes in there for the next thirty minutes. Understand?" I pointed at the mens room door.

"Absolutely, Mr. Carr. No one. I got it."

I took Carrie's hand and led her to the men's room as she laughed.

"Garrett...you are still a devil aren't you?!"

"I have been called worse," I answered as I spun her around and kissed her once inside.

Carrie fires up quickly. "Yes, fuck me. Fuck me now!"

I lifted her to the counter and sat her on it. She grinned as she hiked up her little back dress. I dragged her thong off and tossed it over my shoulder. She pulled my zipper down and my big cock sprang free. I felt her warm hand wrap around my cock and guide it to her anxious pussy.

Carrie un-buckled my belt with her free hand, un-snapped my slacks and let them fall to my shoe tops. I shoved my cock in through her pussy lips. Carrie sighed. "Oh, baby. You feel so good in me. Fuck me."

I pushed her tits up and sucked her nipples as I drove my cock deep. She was more than wet. Her juices were already trickling down my balls. I felt the heels of her stilettos in my back. I saw her naked back in the mirror. My cock shaft felt every vein in her pussy walls.

"Garrett!" Carrie shouted when my cock slammed her cervix.

I pushed and pulled as my back arched again and again. The squishy sounds echoed off the marble floors. Carrie tossed her hips at mine wildly. I felt her biting my neck as she groaned. I heard her high heels drop to the floor. I grabbed her feet and put one in each sink beside her so she was wide open. Then turned on the hot water.

Carrie cried, "Yes, baby...I love this!" as the hot water poured over each foot fogging up the huge ornate mirror.

I felt her pussy tighten around my cock or maybe it was just my cock swelling, but either way, I knew she was ready and so was I.

"Baby, I'm so close...don't stop!" My sister cried as cum poured from her pussy. I slammed my cock to her cervix and splashed it as I pressed it there.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh God help me!" She sobbed as she laid her chin under my neck.

Our mix came gushing out covering the granite counter. Carrie quickly mopped it with her fingers and put them in her mouth. I just had to taste our mixture. Thin, sweet and slightly salty, our love juice covered our lips as we kissed again and again.

We stayed four nights and five days returning to Hollywood on Friday. During those five days, we went horseback riding and fucked. We went to Tahquitz Falls and fucked. A simple ride on the tram to the top of Chino Canyon had us up against the glass walls fucking. It was perfect and Carrie was the perfect date, perfect companion, and perfect sex partner.

We had turned the Taurus in and rented a Ferrari for the trip back home. Carrie looked stunning with the wind whipping her long hair across her face. I was in Heaven. I think she was, too.

Yeah, the trip was expensive but, priceless. My sister and I had formed an unbreakable bond. There were risks of course, but we weren't afraid to take them. That's what real love is anyway right? A risk?

I pulled up to the curb on Las Palmas. Mom was leaning against the front door smoking as usual. Carrie smiled and waved. Mom didn't return either one.

"Uh ohh," Carrie said as she turned and looked at me. It felt like the time we came home late from school after experimenting with smoking cigarettes behind Joey Pachecos house. It was trouble then and it looked like trouble now.

I slipped out and went around and opened the door for my sister. Carrie tugged on my shirt collar to hide a couple of hickies before walking up the walkway to the front porch and our waiting mother.

I grinned as I stepped up the bricks as mom French inhaled slowly.

"Hi, mom."

Delilah nodded. "Garrett." Then she looked at Carrie who was three shades darker than she was Sunday morning when mom saw her last.

This time there was no, " Go to your rooms and wait for your father."

That was then and this was now and Carrie and I were no longer living under mom's roof.

"Palm Springs or the river?" Mom asked.

The river being the Colorado which separates Arizona, Nevada, and California.

Parker, Arizona was what she was referring to. Parker was a hot spot in those days for the young crowd from Southern California. It was a logical question .

"Palm Springs," Carrie said with her head held high.

"Just the two of you?" Mom looked directly at me.

"Yes, ma'am. Just the two of us. We had some things to work out."

I grinned which I shouldn't have. Mom knows the meanings behind my grins are usually sexual.

"Good. I like seeing you kids close." Mom held the door open for us and I followed Carrie in as mom stepped aside.

Close? Yeah, we were close. Too close.

But, I was never going to give Carrie up. Or mom.