Family Ties

It was the summer of '89 when I found out the truth.

The truth came out during dinner with my family at our home. We lived on Las Palmas Avenue in the trendy section of West Hollywood near UCLA. I attended Hollywood High with sons and daughters of movie stars, so I was accustomed to being around beautiful women.

But, in my mind, there was no one to compare with my mother, Delilah Carr.

Mom was simply stunning. Blessed with a flawless complexion, jet black hair worn long and wavy, huge violet eyes under perfectly arched eyebrows, full lips that always looked wet, and a body that most women would die for, Delilah was every man's fantasy. Looking back on it, probably a lot of women's, too.

"You're adopted."

There it was. Two words that explained everything and changed my life forever. I had often wondered if other guys got a hard on watching their moms apply lipstick. Hell, even the simple act of lighting her cigarette had me running to the bathroom to jerk off. I thought I must be the worst son on the planet. I mean, who does that?

I was speechless as I sat there chewing on my porterhouse steak. What could I say?

To make matters worse, I have a sister. An older sister. Carrie was clearly her mothers daughter. Gorgeous as they come. The same shiny black hair, high cheekbones, sexy eyes with long eyelashes, lips that practically dripped lip gloss, and like mom, was all perched on a tiny frame.

We had kissed playfully a few times at the drive in movies, but that was as far as it ever went. I wanted her and she wanted me but...hell, we were brother and sister.

Then one night, Carrie slipped her tongue in my mouth while we were downstairs in the den watching some of dads old black and whites from Turner Classic Movies. Mom and dad were next door at the Anderson's, my older brother Jimmy was over in East LA at an abandoned warehouse that was the home of bareknuckle fighting. Jimmy was un-defeated and the pride of the family.

I'm not sure exactly how it started, but somewhere during, "The Postman Always Rings Twice", Carried plopped in my lap with her back to my chest and sorta wiggled into position against my swelling cock. I spread my legs slightly so she could adjust herself as she used my thighs for arm-rests. In seconds, my cock was poking her which embarrassed the hell out of me, but Carrie just giggled.

"Oh, you like that sweetie?" She asked while turning her head and looking up at me with those fluttering eyelashes.

"Uh huh...I like it a lot. You better be careful though." I said as I leaned back and stroked her long silky hair.

"Oh? Why's that? You gonna try something?" Carrie nudged my cock with her warm ass.

"Stop it Carrie. Watch the fucking movie." I really didn't want her to stop, but she was my sister and not some slut from Santa Monica's blue district.

Naturally, since she was seven years older and already graduated from UCLA, Carrie was no stranger to sex although I don't believe she was really promiscuous. I remember her boyfriend (now fiance) Drake complaining about her not putting out for him. I wondered at the time if she was putting out for anyone and jerked off many nights thinking of tasting her creamy red lips as I lay on her stuffing her with my cock. Yeah, she's that fucking hot.

Carrie wiggled her ass tighter against me and grabbed my hands and placed them on her abundant tits. My cock began to stretch as I massaged her on the outside of her tube top.

"Mmm. Let me help you baby." Carrie rolled down her top and turned her open mouth to mine. We kissed over and over as my cock swelled and her moans grew loud. I wanted to fuck her right then and there but wasn't quite sure if she was really into it or just fucking with me.

"Stop fucking around Carrie. We're going to get in trouble." Again, I didn't mean it since Carrie had great tits with long, puffy nipples, but I figured I should at least try to seem concerned.

Carrie replied, "Pinch my nipples honey and quit worrying about everything. Mom and dad wont be home for hours, and Jimmy won't come home at all. So don't worry. Now kiss me like you love me and pinch my damn nipples."

My resistance was low, and Carrie was way more woman than I'd ever messed around with. But, I manned up and began twirling and twisting her nipples as she moaned in my mouth. My cock reached its peak about the time she bit my bottom lip. Naturally, I bit her back drawing a hint of blood. Then she whispered, "Oh, that's hot baby...you're a nasty fucker aren't you?"

Suddenly, she stood and dropped her shorts and panties, dragged her tube top over her head, and said to me, "Baby, let's get it on!" then bent down and pulled off my tank top. I knew in my heart that it was wrong but like they say, 'a stiff dick has no conscience', and mine was definitely stiff. I arched my back and yanked my shorts off. I was on the commando train even back then. The thought that my older sister was naked in front of me begging for sex only added to the excitement. I leaned back and gave my cock a few wiggles and smiled at Carrie.

"Damn Gar...I always knew you had a nice cock, but fuck!"

Carrie bent down and kissed me hard then whispered against my lips, "I want to suck you all night little brother."

Those luscious lips were wrapped around my thick cock as soon as her knees hit the rosewood floor. My dream, my fantasy had come true.

Carrie pulled my foreskin down hard and began licking the sensitive flesh under the rim. I caressed the back of her head with my left hand while I ran the fingers of my right hand over her puckered lips. I suppose it was my way of making it feel real. Her tongue licked my fingers as she stroked my cock. A few drops of pre-cum had pooled at the tip which her tongue found instantly.

"Mmm. Oh, baby...that's so good. I'm gonna want lots more before we're through!"

I leaned back and watched as she opened her wet lips wide and took my full length to the back of her throat. I wrapped a fistful of her long mane around my fingers and pulled her face tight against me so I could fuck her warm mouth hard and fast.

Carrie took my cock from my hand and began jerking me off deep in her mouth. I was so hot for her, it wasn't long before I felt the tingling sensation chasing up my legs. My cock twitched as cum ran up my shaft before bursting out my slit! I watched as thick white ropes sprayed her sexy mouth as I pulled out slowly.

"Mmmm. That's it baby...show me you love me...I want it all honey!"

I flipped her on her back, got on my knees and straddled her mouth. Then I finished myself off squirting my thick cream all over her mouth and chin. I loved the way her tongue slipped out searching for every drop.

I smiled as she gagged swallowing my huge load and told her, "You did say you wanted lots more, so I only gave you what you asked for."

Carrie lifted one leg as she turned her hips and slipped from under me, then answered, "Oh, I'm definitely not complaining. I got what I wanted and I'm betting that you did, too hon."

I rubbed her naked thighs as she lit a cigarette and said to her, "Oh yeah...I've thought of this often Carrie....thanks."

Perfect smoke rings formed outside her mouth as she replied, "I know that. I know how your cock swells when you watch me putting on my lipstick and I know you like my mouth, especially when I'm smoking. You just can't keep from staring. Like right now. God, that turns me on baby."

Yep, she had my number. I watched her take a long, slow drag knowing she was doing it just for me. Smoke seeped from her red lips and I just had to taste them. My tongue outlined her lips as the smoke drifted across our faces. Carrie moaned softly as she parted her lips. It was a kiss I had wanted from her for a long time. There was simply nothing to compare it to.

After a minute or so of really hot kissing, she pulled from the kiss and said, "Do you want to fuck me honey? It's ok. I'll let you."

I grinned as she put out her cigarette and replied, "I don't know Carrie...you think it's okay for brothers and sisters to have sex?"

"I just had you cock in my mouth and swallowed gobs of your cum. Now, what do you think?"

"That wasn't sex. That was a blow job." I felt stupid as I shrugged my shoulders.

"Garrett Carr...that's fucking crazy baby. Now, do you want me or not?" Damn older sisters can be such a pain in the ass.

"Oh, I want you. You know that. But, what about Drake?"

Carrie was busy playing with my cock and grinning as she replied, "Hmm? Who baby?"

"Drake Dodson. The guy you're supposed to be in love with and marry. Short dude. Long red hair. Funny looking chin. Remember?"

Then Carrie surprised me. "Honey, the only man that I ever wanted....and wanted badly is you . I love you Garrett. I love you like no one else in the world...if only we weren't..."

"Brother and sister? Yeah, I understand Carrie. But, we are."

"Fuck me Garrett. Fuck me and tell me over and over that you love me. Forget everything else honey."

I picked her up and carried her to the downstairs guest room a few feet away, then laid her on her back and pushed her knees apart. I slipped between her legs, my weight still on my hands.

"You sure about this Carrie?" I asked as I nudged my cock to her warm pussy.

"Do you love me Garrett? I mean really love me?"

"Carrie...I love you so fucking much my balls ache...my cock throbs when I hear your voice. I want you so bad. I need this."

"Oh God Garrett...I need this, too precious. I want to feel your cock inside me."

I rested on my forearms and caressed her face as I slowly kissed her again and again.

"I love you Carrie."

"I love you, too baby. Now stop calling me Carrie. I want to be your girl right now. Call me baby or honey...anything but Carrie...okay sweetie?"

I felt her raising her ass to meet my first thrust and answered, "Okay, baby...you're my girl." I don't know why I glanced at the bedside clock, but I remember the time exactly. It was midnight. Mom and dad should be home soon. But, at that moment, nothing mattered except fucking Carrie Carr.

She smiled as she wrapped her long legs around my ass and squeezed. "You're my guy baby...now fuck me!"

It was the fuck I had dreamed of, but this was no dream. Carrie matched me stroke for stroke, moan for moan, and I feared someone coming in to see what all the noise was. Carrie was a screamer. I should have known that. We fucked so hard the bed came loose from the headboard and scooted across the hardwood floor. If I hadn't been with Carrie, I'm sure we would have stopped and laughed. But, this was serious fucking long overdue and nothing was going to stop us.

"Oh fuck baby. I love you so much!" Carrie screamed as I rammed my cock to her cervix.

I answered, "I love you baby...I love you...I love you..."

"Honey, I'm close....so close...fuck me...ohhh fuck me hard!!"

My adrenaline kicked in and Carrie got fucked hard. It was bone jarring, tit bouncing rough sex. I was on my hands, arching my back and slamming her dripping pussy with my big cock. I could feel the veins in my neck straining as I pounded her as hard and fast as I could. She reached up and felt my neck and screamed.

"Yes, yes baby...just like that! Ohh fuck!!"

I maintained the angle and pace and Carrie began squirting from her pussy. My cock swelled as her pussy clamped tight around my shaft. I felt my cum rushing up and out of my cock in spurts.

"Garrett!!! Baby...oh God...this is so fucking bad...but don't stop !" Carrie screamed at the top of her lungs. I couldn't resist fucking her even harder.

I continued to pump her as squishy sounds filled the room. We fucked each other dry.

"Oh fuck baby...I love you so much." Carrie whispered as she moaned in my mouth.

"I love you too, baby."

It was over. I collapsed on her and licked the sweat from her tits. She ran her hands down my sweaty back then licked them clean. I had enjoyed hot, sweaty sex before, but nothing on the scale of this.

Carrie sat up and asked for a cigarette. I knew she had something to say and a cigarette was necessary for her to say it. I got up and went back to the coffee table and got her cigarettes. When I returned, she was in the guest bathroom reapplying her creamy red lipstick. I knew she knew watching her mouth would be the perfect end of our episode.

I lit her cigarette as I always did, and yes...my cock twitched and Carrie smiled.

"Honey, how old are you? I know I should know but I forget." Smoke poured from her nostrils as she double dragged and continued, "not that it fucking matters baby."

I slipped on my shorts and grinned, "Oh, I'm legal Carrie. I'm 21."

"Is that right? Wow. I never found a guy that could fuck like that when I was your age."

My ego fed, my cock happy, my balls empty. I answered, "Good. I'd say it was a good deal all around then. Now what? I mean, was this it? " I could see the wheels turning in her head as I glanced at the clock. 2:45 AM. Two hours and forty five minutes of the best sex I'd ever had. I wondered at the time if the sex would have been that hot if she weren't my sister?

"This was the beginning baby. I love you and this can go on forever. Married or not, I'm never giving you up. We just have to be careful and keep this to ourselves. No one must ever know."

Carrie slipped her nightie on and laid back on her bed, still smoking.

I grinned and nodded then turned for the stairs. I took two steps up the stairs and saw my mother leaning against the handrail, a cigarette poised by her glossy lips.

"No one must ever know what Garrett?"

I paused and said nothing before charging up the stairs with my shirt in my hand.

That was many years ago. Thankfully, mom never found out. Carrie and I are still lovers to this day.

Mom and I are, too. But, that's another story.