Prologue: A mish-mash of stuff … real and imaginary! It is never just about sex – we are complex creatures capable of compassion, love, hate, anger, desire and whatever else it is we feel. But it is in the degrees of the desires which course through us that have us indulging in the realms of gray, blurring lines and creating the awkwardness of our sensibilities.
2009: My sister Jenny
I was standing by the back wall waiting for my sister. LaGuardia Airport is always a mess and the Central Terminal where American flies into was, as usual, packed. However being tall, a little over six foot five has its advantages and one of them being my ability to see over people. There was short, plump Indian guy standing right in front of me, dressed in a black suit, with a sign which he would wave frantically each time a passenger walked by. Apparently not all Indians are doctors; this guy was a limousine driver. He talked incessantly on his cell phone babbling in some strange dialect reverting to English every now and then and from what I could make of it, his boss was a real asshole … well, join the club, little Sabu! Now before you go jumping to conclusions, Sabu was one of my favorite characters taken from Kipling’s Jungle Books. As a kid I was fascinated by ‘Toomai of the Elephants’ and Mowgli with his band of anthropomorphic rascals but back to Sabu: he was this little boy who had an elephant and … well, let’s just leave it at that and if you really need to know more, go buy the book; it’s worth a read. Jenny, my little sister, was a Travel Writer and yes, she actually chose that as a profession and contrary to popular belief, it’s not all that it’s cut out to be. The travel gets old and they don’t make any money! How do I know? I’ve been subsidizing her lifestyle for years! But we’ve always been close and I am glad that I was in a position to be able to help her. I was doing rather well as a pilot with my own Air Taxi business. Just before the big meltdown, I had convinced a couple of Wall Street Suits to fork over some of their ill gotten gains with a business plan I scribbled on a napkin (well, not literally). I had a vision of several hubs all over the country with hundreds of Biz Jets flying Actors, Doctors and busy Executives from city to city without the hassles that accompany commercial airline travel these days. This was an expensive but efficient alternative and I was sure there was a niche market for this service. For now, I was flying a refurbished Learjet 24B (think old, like 1976 old) with a brand new interior, leather and mahogany on everything, and powered by two like-new CJ610 Jet Engines. This baby sat five not including the pilot and copilot and was just the right size for my target market. In a previous life I had been a bouncer and a bodyguard so coupled with my flying skills, I had a long list of neurotic but wealthy clients. I’d fly them to exotic locales and double up as their private security which was sweet since it all added up to increased billable hours. And, I made almost as much in Tips; not a bad gig if you could get it. Just recently I flew the wife of an oil tycoon from Houston to New York so she could meet some friends and shop at SAKS for a couple of hours before flying back. They dropped over a thirty Gs during their shopping spree, insisted I have lunch with them and then after flirting with me for an hour or so, tipped me more than I make in a normal week! Now that was outrageous but hey, I’m not complaining. This is America and you’ve earned the right to throw your money around any way you want! Most of my clients are pretty nice once you get past the paranoia and narcissism, but the rich are just different. Not better or worse but different. They live by different rules and have very different expectations from the rest of us working slobs. That’s just the way it is and I have no problems with that but they can have it – most of them are miserable or just too busy to smell the roses so apart from business I don’t want any part of that world. I like things simple; to be real where people look you in the eyes, shake your hand and mean what they say without any ulterior motives. It brings to mind one of one of my father’s mantras (a modified take on the KISS principle): ‘Just Keep It Simple, Son!’ My partner in this ambitious venture is also my copilot and she’s trip in itself. There isn’t enough time or ink to cover her whole story! Megan is irrepressible … a walking, talking, small package of wild haired, wheeling and dealing trouble but we are buds and that’s all you need to know for now. The name of our business is Air Zephyrus – hey, don’t look at me, she came up with the name … something about the ad location in the Yellow Pages … either an A or a Z … well, she decided to cover all bases and get both! It’s working because ever since I changed the name, we are pretty much booked out for the year and that’s impressive considering the state of the economy. Just chalk it up to good karma. I thought it was pretty damn apropos because Zephyrus symbolizes the God of the West Wind in Greek Mythology. Now that was fine except Megan has a picture of Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, as our logo? And that was just typical of her. When I questioned her about this, her response was, “Who cares? Norse, Greek, Buddhist … whatever … they are all the frigging same, you know, this God did that and that God did this and really, who the fuck care! Thor looks cool and that’s all that matters! End of story!” She shrugged, shaking her head and then added lewdly, “And I think he’s got a nice hammer!” I met Megan through an ad in the NY Times when I was looking for a copilot and though she’s a year older than me, she looked seventeen. Thick reddish brown hair cut short, pixie face, big jugs, small ass and more energy than the Energizer Bunny. It was the proverbial love at first sight for me … I mean that in very non-sexual way. There was something about her hyperactive, peripatetic manner that appealed to me and the fact that I didn’t have to cope with another Neanderthal in the cockpit was a relief. Five minutes into the interview and I said. “You’re hired … I can’t afford to pay much but I’ll …” I was about to say ‘I’ll split whatever is left after expenses’ when she cut me off. “How about a partner?” She interrupted and added, “I have twenty five thousand saved up and that’s all I have but I’ll throw that into the deal if we are equal partners.” I thought about it for a while - I could use the money to pay down some of the debt incurred while upgrading the interior and I liked her and her audacious attitude but this was a risky venture and I didn’t want her losing everything she had. “Are you sure about this? You don’t even know me, sister!” I said, really surprised at her impetuous offer, “And this is a risk … just so you know.” “I’m sure and I know all about risks … what do you say?” she said seemingly secure in her assessment and then as an afterthought added, “You let me be the brains of this business and I’ll make sure you makes some money!” and then she laughed. I was twenty five and hocked up to my eyeballs in debt so it was a no-brainer. We shook on the deal and I’ve never looked back. She makes sure that all the business details are taken care of and I make sure the plane is maintained and the clients are happy. She’s a lot smarter than me and this division of labor works for us. I’m making a good living and I’m having a ton of fun … couldn’t ask for much more. Anyhow, I saw my sister and pushed past the sign carrying Sabu. “Excuse me pal, but stop bitching and get yourself another job!” I said as I brushed by him. “Arre, bloody hell … what are you talking about, man, jobs are not easy to come by, you know …” he was rambling in that singsong accent but I wasn’t listening; my sister was hurrying toward me.
“Hey doll! You look ravishing as ever,” I said as she tumbled into my arms. “Mmmmm,” she murmured, hugging me tightly and kissed my cheek. She smelled refreshingly clean with a subtle hint of perfume. Then she stood back holding my hands in hers and added shaking her head, “You look great, Luke, it’s been so long …” Three years. It had been three years since I had seen her last, waving goodbye at JFK as she headed out for Southeast Asia. She hadn’t changed much; her hair as a bit longer and she was tanned to a golden brown. It suited her and she looked remarkable even after her long flight here. We walked holding hands and making small talk. She’s about five foot nine and weighs in at about one forty, one forty five. Not a small gal but I liked her like this. I’m not into the chic “boney chick” look; my girls had to have some flesh on them, yeah, so call me old fashioned. Jenny has soft, golden hair and big blue-green eyes with a cute little nose which turns up a bit at the tip. Add to this a pouting mouth with full lips and you’ve got yourself a drooling wet dream! At least I think she’s gorgeous but then so did the pack of rats staring at her behind as we walked by. “Nice ass!” said the Rat 1. “Yeah baby … nice rack too!” added Rat 2 looking at her with what can only be described as a leer and then I heard them snicker. From the looks of things, these boys were never going to be confused for Rocket Scientists; braided hair with pants halfway down their asses and tattoos up the kazoo … wannabe tough guys playing at being Ghetto. Now I don’t like Rap music and I don’t like gangbangers and maybe it was as simple as that. But then, I don’t like Rednecks or Country music either so I guess that makes me an equal opportunity ass-kicker! Just a good old American Badass. I’m about Rock ’n Roll and the Blues; Red-Blooded American women and some B-Ball … then brother, I’m more than okay. Throw in a Harley, American Football and some Beer and I’d have died and gone to Valhalla! But I didn’t mean to digress, let’s get back to those punks; I really wasn’t crazy about these young hoods and I was tired of being the fall guy for every dole demanding, special-interest group that justifies bad behavior. I thought it was time to introduce these boys to Frick and Frack, and I don’t mean those funny Swiss dudes who skated with the Ice Follies in the forties … it’s the affectionate term I use for my fists. “What was that? You faggots are not talking about MY ass are you?” I said wheeling around facing them. The look on their faces was worth the trouble. More than being surprised I could swear they had found religion. Having a very angry, two hundred and forty pound man who was ready to stomp your nuts will do that to you … help you find the straight and narrow real quick! But just before it escalated, Jenny grabbed my arm and pulled me with her and we continued towards the baggage claim area. “What’s the matter with you, Luke? They are kids … and I thought you gave up all the macho bull shit!” She chided but she was smiling and squeezed my arm tightly to her. “Yeah, sorry … and can’t say I blame them, you do have a nice ass!” I replied making an exaggerated gesture to peer at her butt. She blushed and pinched my arm. “Only nice?” she asked, making a face. “Okay, so you do have a spectacular ass!” I added and I was only half joking. I loved the way she giggled and wiggled and the rodents were all but forgotten.
We were down by the carousel waiting for her bag and wouldn’t you believe it, there they were again, the Rat Pack, standing across the way chattering like chipmunks at a chestnut convention while glancing at us in a show of bravado. I stared back at the biggest of the four dudes and he looked away quickly. Of course, he didn’t want to dance … none of them did. These fuckers rely on intimidation and find courage in the packs they hang out with but every now and then they run into the wrong bloke. Think Charlie Bronson in Vigilante, the first one before the sequels turned him into a caricature … I think that flick was my Dad’s all time favorite. ******* We had dinner at a small Thai place in the City. This was her favorite kind of food; she loved Thai and Indian. Me, I’m a steak and potatoes man. I’ll take a Prime Rib or a T-Bone over any of that foreign garbage they pass for food but then I’m really not your avant-garde, bohemian sophisticate. So I watched as she ate her Phat Thai, a fancy name for pan fried rice noodles with shrimp and some other stuff that I had to admit tasted pretty darn good while I picked on bits of a southern Thai dish with a name that would twist your tongue around. That curry was so damn spicy that it had me sweating all the way down to my balls … serves me right for being adventurous, something I must have inherited from my old man. My father, John Brooke, is the last of the real adventurers. A man’s man if there ever was one. He’s a big, like Hemingway, but lean and wiry and like the notorious writer he was a wanderer, a Rolling Stone and could aptly be described by a few licks from that old Temptations song from before I was born: ‘Papa was a Rolling Stone, Wherever he laid his head was his home …’
Well, Dad never did let any moss grow under his feet and was never one to stay anchored to any place for too long. He fancies himself as a modern day Indiana Jones. Each time he quit a job he’d pile us all into the old Volvo and head out to some new destination and he had a way of making us feel like we were part of some great adventure. And almost always, it was. He had been in the Special Forces and returned from the Vietnam War with more than just bad memories. But he never complained. Once he was out of the VA Hospital, he got a job and married my mother after dating her just once and then went about life with a passion. His argument for the quick marriage was irrefutably simple – hey, when you find the right thing; do the right thing! I couldn’t argue with that and after all these years, they are still in love. I mean ‘in love’, not like buddies if you get my drift! They still hold hands and stare into each other’s eyes and he still opens the door for her – man, that’s what I want. My mother, Mary, is Irish Catholic and the sweetest woman you’d want to meet. There are no strangers in Mary Brooke’s life and a testament to that was the number of homeless people she would drag home for a meal. She was blessed with an easy laugh, a tender heart and a voice like a Nightingale. And in addition to being eleven years younger than my father, she was also classically beautiful; a flaxen haired, Irish enchantress who could have played the lead in ‘Gone with the Wind’. They were old world characters from a James Michener classic the kind you read about but never meet. Our last name Brooke is a bit misleading. We aren’t English but rather of Dutch lineage. My grandfather had altered and abbreviated ‘van Broekhuizen’ to Brooke. Doesn’t make sense but it could have been because my grandmother was English and to marry her he may have had to create the impression of being the same … then add the little Italian on my mom’s side and that made us true Americans; the mongrel descendents of the great people who made this country. I’m sure you’re bored with all this and just want to get to the part where I fuck my sister but I wanted to make sure that you knew that we weren’t abused or neglected … our family though unusual was pretty normal and I was lucky enough to have the best darn parents you could ask for. They weren’t and aren’t about making money but rather living life and Jenny and I loved every minute of it. Growing up we didn’t have a lot but we knew we were loved and you know what, I didn’t miss a damn thing. I’m sure that Jenny get’s her wanderlust from my parents who continue to travel extensively except recently, while fixing the roof at home, my dad had taken a nasty fall and broken his fibula so we were heading back to Albuquerque to be with him and Mom. Megan, my obstreperous partner, wasn’t thrilled when I told her about my impending trip and that Air Zephyrus will have a stand-in pilot for a few months. She glared at me mumbling something about carrying the load but then softened and told me not to worry. “I’ve got it covered, Tiger, you go and make daddy happy!” she said and hugged me. My parents loved Megan and the feelings were mutual. She had stayed with them on several occasions and got on really well with both of them. My mom liked her so much she had wanted me to marry her! Yikes! How do you explain the lack of physical chemistry? I thought of her like a sister … hmmmm, maybe that isn’t the best analogy! Well back to my sister. Jenny and I had talked about this while she was still in Bali, that is, about going home and when I asked her what she wanted for her birthday which was coming up, she said, “Let’s drive home Luke … it will be fun!” “That’s about two thousand miles, girl, are you crazy!” I retorted, incredulously. “We can do it in a three or four days; we don’t have to rush, Luke … please, for me?” She pleaded in that endearing little girl voice. I could never say no to her and felt myself giving in even though I knew this was just plain loco. That was a long fuckin’ haul and it would have been a lot simpler to fly there. “That’s what you want for your Birthday … a drive home?” I asked again. “Yes, that’s all I want!” she had replied without hesitation. Now as I looked at her carefully I wondered why there wasn’t a man in her life because you’d have to be fuckin’ unconscious or just blind, deaf and dumb not to notice the attention she was getting. She was going to be twenty three and was in her prime. I was beginning to feel envious of the lucky guy who would eventually have her when she broke into my thoughts. “Luke, do you remember that trip after nine-eleven? Dad wanted to visit the memorial and see where the Trade Towers had been?” she asked out of the blue, “We drove for days … do you remember?” I looked at her, surprised at the question having spent the last seven years trying not to remember. She was looking straight into my eyes and I could see her cheeks beginning to flush red in the diffused light. It must be the wine, I thought to myself. I looked away and after a long pause, I said, “Of course I do …” then felt my face burning up. “That was my favorite trip!” she said almost to herself looking down into her wine glass, the dim light reflecting neon-gold off the top of her auriferous mane. We had never discussed that trip … ever! My mind raced back to those defining events recalling them like dog-eared pages from a favorite book. ******** The Drive
In 2002, we were living in the greater Phoenix area and my father was working for a large hydraulics company. He was responsible for their Repair and Overhaul department and I knew he was bored out of his mind. He had worked there for over a year and I could tell we were getting ready to move again. Over time, I had gotten really good at reading the signs. I had turned eighteen in June and yes, like a true Gemini I had two distinct sides to me. I was outgoing and fun loving but then there was the other me, the one which needed to get away and to be alone. But luckily, that ‘wanting to be alone’ twin was more of a late bloomer and hadn’t developed quite as much. I was working as a bouncer at a local Nightclub which gave me access to a bevy of really pretty girls and I was getting close to banging one of the prettiest ones when Dad announced that we were heading for New York. Damn! I just couldn’t catch a break. I was horny as hell and knew I was about to score with Bernadette; I could feel it … she had been brushing up against me and chatting me up and if I hadn’t been such a goober, it would’ve been history; I would’ve already been in her pants! But this time it was different, Dad wasn’t pushing this as some great adventure but rather something that we were obligated to do; a patriotic hegira, like the Moslems trekking to Mecca; metaphorically speaking, that is. So that Friday, late in September, a year after the twin towers came down we packed up and headed East in the old Station Wagon. ******* We had been driving for about two hours when things quieted down and the initial excitement and banter tapered off. Dad was listening to an ‘oldies’ station on the radio humming a bar every now and then and focusing on the road. Mom would join in singing softly while looking out at the barren, unfriendly landscape of the Southwest. Jenny was next to me listening to her old Sony Walkman with her eyes closed either asleep or pretending to be. As for me, I was always thinking about sex and was having a hard time keeping my eyes off my sister’s breasts. Phoenix was still pretty hot so Jenny was wearing a flimsy V-neck, buttoned Tee and a pair of tight, cotton shorts. The first few buttons on her top were undone and the angle at which she had laid back had skewed her tee shirt so it bunched open just enough to give me a clear view of those firm mounds covered in her flesh colored bra. I know it sounds sick but I couldn’t help myself – she was fuckin’ gorgeous and I was about the horniest eighteen year-old this side of the Mason Dixon Line. It was a no contest! Things had changed dramatically about two years back. She had been a gawky, awkward little thing … all arms and legs and our relationship was really cool; a younger sister and an older brother – real simple. I’d playfully bully her and she’d pester me; nothing sexual or wicked and in fact, Ozzie and Harriet would’ve been proud! Since we moved such a lot it was difficult making friends and this had brought us closer, more than just brother and sister we became really good friends and each other’s confidants. Then, wham! One morning she turns up at the breakfast table all curvy with boobs and a really nice callipygian ass with this incredible feminine aura. Gone was my kid sister and in her place was this … hmm, this sensual and moody thing; a sultry stranger I didn’t recognize. Everything she did, from the sway in her walk to the way she talked and even the manner in which she ate certain foods had changed and suddenly all of it oozed sexuality. We’d be in the den watching a movie and I’d see her licking an ice cream cone or eating a banana and I couldn’t help it, my cock would twitch and harden like it had a mind of its own! I didn’t want it to and cursed myself but it was impossible to control this response. I just couldn’t keep my eyes from wandering down her body and hoped that my mom and dad wouldn’t notice. I doubt that Jenny had any idea as to the effect she was having on me or maybe she did and just played the game a little better than I but for a while there, she was driving me nuts. I eventually worked out a method to end the madness – it simply included avoiding her and frequent jacking off sessions. This made sure that I wasn’t a walking, talking, mindless hardon! Our bedrooms were on either side of a shared bathroom and though she was really considerate occasionally I’d find her panties on the floor or hanging in the shower. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to checking them out … it could have been from a sordid curiosity but I think it was more from the effects of my raging hormones. Once, after a particularly frustrating date, I came home and saw her panties on the floor of the bathroom. Without thinking I picked it up and sniffed it. Damn, the aroma was unbelievably arousing … like a bouquet of tantalizing flowers and spices! I ran my fingers carefully through the crotch teased by the moist, silky texture and was about to investigate it further with the tip of my tongue when she walked in. Can you say ‘fucking awkward’? “What are you doing?” she asked incredulously, looking at me holding her panties up to my face. I flamed up and stuttered, “Nothing … er … umm, I saw this on the floor and was about to throw it in the hamper …” then feeling defensive, after all I was the older brother, I countered, “What are you doing here? Don’t you knock?” She grabbed it from me, blushing fiercely. “I’m sorry, Luke, I forgot,” she said softly with a half smile and walked away leaving me gazing at the perfection of her swaying ass. That wasn’t the last time she left her panties lying around for me and that was about a year ago. Now while she slept I studied her face and couldn’t help thinking just how pretty she had become. No wonder the guys in school were making pests of themselves and I felt a tug at my heart … jealousy? Can’t be … that’s too damn weird. How can a bloke be jealous of someone who has yet to meet his kid sister? All parents have something called ‘prescient intuition’. They have a way of walking in on you or looking at you just when you absolutely need them not to. Here I am hypnotized by my sister’s body, ogling her boobs and her crotch when I look up and see my mom looking at me looking at my sister through her make-up mirror! This is not happening! I was as busted as a Bull Rider on Bodacious! Though I tried remaining cool I could feel the blood rush to my face and felt like the kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Shit! I sure hope she doesn’t think her son is some sort of a sick pervert who needed to be in therapy! My mom and I are really close and most times she can read me like a book so I quickly looked away and closed my eyes pretending to be somewhere else … like at that Rodeo watching Bodacious shuck those cowboys like ragdolls! But I’ve got to hand it to them; those bull riders are tough little fuckers! After an early dinner in Tulsa, my father decided to take a snooze so Mom drove and I moved up front to keep her company while my dad and Jenny were in the back. We were on Interstate 44 East heading towards Joplin where we planned to stay the night. I could hear my father’s soft snoring and when I looked back, Jenny had fallen asleep too. My mom was singing seconds in two-part harmony to the James Taylor classic, Fire and Rain, which sounded so pristinely beautiful that and I couldn’t help but think that she had missed her calling. I sat staring out into the blackness enjoying the mellow crooning with thoughts of Bernadette and her incredible body racing through my mind and felt my cock beginning to stir. “She’s really pretty, isn’t she?” my mother asked with the impeccable timing that I spoke about earlier; that prescient intuitive thing. “Who? Who’s pretty?” I quizzed turning towards her, surprised because my mom hadn’t met Bernadette. “Your sister, that’s who! I’ve noticed how you look at her …” she said glancing at me. Then sensing my embarrassment she reached over and touched my arm affectionately and added, “It’s perfectly normal, Luke and I think it’s sweet.” Blank! My damn mind just shut down and I was quiet for a while waiting for my heart to drop back down into my ribcage! I could swear that it was stuck in my throat! My mom was actually talking to me about how it was okay to gawk at my sister’s boobs! How fucking weird is this? But I knew that the gig was up and with Mom, the best thing to do was to come clean. “What’s wrong with me, Mom?” I asked dejectedly. “Eighteen! That’s what’s wrong with you, honey!” she laughed a soft lilting laugh then turning serious, “There’s nothing at all the matter with you, Luke … nothing! It’s perfectly normal to be curious about your sister to a certain extent. After all, she’s changed into a beautiful young woman and you’re a healthy young man … you’re not embarrassed are you, honey?” She asked and then added, “We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to.” And reaching over she tousled my hair like I was a little kid. I hated when she did that but didn’t say anything. I nodded and looked away wishing there as a hole big enough for me to crawl into. Then after awhile, Mom glanced at me and said, “You should tell her, Luke … let her know that you think she’s pretty.” “Yeah, right … you’re nuts, Ma!” I replied with a puzzled look on my face. “She adores you, darling, ever since she was little you’ve been her hero, her knight in white armor.” She explained with a smile and continued, “She still has pictures of you playing football and basketball up on her wall.” Then with her voice dropping to a secretive whisper my mom added, “A girl’s self esteem is wrapped up in her self-image … a sense of her beauty and being desirable to men is a major part of that.” I was the quintessential High School jock and I don’t think my sister ever missed a game I was in. She had always been supportive and whether we won or lost my sister was there to cheer me on. “She knows she’s beautiful … I don’t need to tell her that!” I countered, hoping this entire conversation would just burn and die. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you just how insecure we women are, especially about our bodies!” she persisted hoping to make her point. “Even you …?” I was astounded. By any measure my mom was considered to be a stunner. I had friends who would gape at her like she was a cool drink of water! That was until I smacked them … this wasn’t a remake of ‘The Graduate’ and my mother wasn’t a cougar like Mrs. Robinson! At least I hoped not. “Yes, even me,” she replied with a smile and then added, “until your father came along, I never felt really secure about my looks and I was older than Jenny… and that’s the truth.” I was quiet and she left me alone allowing me to think. My mother was a very intuitive person and I know she picked up on my uneasiness with the direction the conversation was heading. I could still hear my father snoring and sneaked a quick peek to check on Jenny to see if she was awake but she was out like a light. My mother gave me a reassuring smile and for a while neither one of us spoke. We were lost in our own thoughts and drove in silence. About an hour later, we pulled into to a gas station to tank up and take a much needed restroom break and when we resumed the journey, Dad took over the wheel and I went back to the rear. As soon as I had settled in Jenny leaned over and placed her head in my lap, curling up on the backseat with her hand on my knee and her cheek pressed smack against my crotch. This wasn’t good … not good at all. No sooner had she made herself comfortable than my body began to respond to her. I tried everything to distract myself … thinking about football practice, Coach Harris, the nightclub, Bernadette and even Father Thomas at church but my wretched body was intractable. My cock hardened and was pressing against her face in a rebellious gesture of independence. The big head had no control over the little one – that’s for sure!
I squirmed trying to readjust the position of my hardon attempting to move it away from her but as all guys know, this can’t be done. There’s an inherent attraction between a woman’s face and a hardon … some primeval, magnetic nexus! The more I tried the worse it got. My cock got increasingly harder, throbbing shamelessly against her cheek and to make matters worse, it was now leaking profusely. She had to be aware of the intruding appendage pulsing against her but to look at her you could never tell. It was like she was sleeping on a cloud with a half-smile playing on her lips. Then as though this wasn’t enough, my mom turned around and reaching back she covered Jenny in a thin shawl and gave me a big smile before rejoining the conversation with my dad. Now, either my sister was a talented actress or she was dead … yeah, death by shock at having her brother’s cock doing these dirty little things against her face. I should be asking my parents to arrange for two funerals because my dad would certainly kill me for subconsciously violating his daughter’s virginal senses! That was the longest hour or so that I can ever recall and I’m surprised that I didn’t spew. 2002: The First Night
“The rooms are $69/- a night” the clerk on duty said answering my father’s question. He was a short, stocky guy with horn-rimmed glasses and a taciturn attitude. Then as though he had memorized some sales pitch he added, “And that includes a full breakfast!” I could see him peering at Jenny and Mom through his thick lenses which distorted his eyes making him look like a blowfish. He was trying like hell not to be obvious and failing miserably. “We also have a heated pool in the back,” he blurted, “with a Jacuzzi.” Yeah, I’ll bet the little scurleywog was hoping to sneak in an eyeful if he could! “Thanks … that’s good to know, the kids might want to swim. We are here for only one night,” Mom said and then turning to Dad she suggested, “Since the rooms have two double beds, let’s just get one room.” “Are you sure?” Dad asked and like me was wondering about how the sleeping arrangements were going to work. “Yes, it’s okay. We can push the beds together and that’ll be enough room for all of us,” Mom seemed certain, “and we’ll save some money. What do you say kids?” I didn’t say anything. I was trying to be as innocuous as possible so no one would notice the wet stain on my crotch of my jeans but Jenny looked perky and agreed enthusiastically. “Mom’s right. We can save money and I’m sure there’ll be enough space! And if there isn’t then Luke can just sleep on the floor.” She volunteered and gave me sassy smile. Just great! There was no way for me to win. After getting to the room the pool seemed like a good idea and a stint in the Jacuzzi wouldn’t be all that bad either. It had been a long drive and I could use the exercise. “I’m going for a dip in the pool … do some laps. I’ll be back soon,” I said grabbing a towel heading for the door. “Wait! I’m coming too … wait for me, Luke, please,” Jenny said and dashed into the bathroom with her bag. “Are you coming, Ma?” I asked, knowing that Dad wasn’t big on swimming because of the shrapnel in his bum knee. “Maybe later honey,” she replied smiling up at my father. “You kids have fun … we’re going to have a beer, relax and take things easy,” Dad added. My father was hugging my mom from behind and they most probably wanted some ‘personal’ time together.
When Jenny came out of the bathroom she was hiding behind a large beach-towel which had wrapped over her swimsuit. She looked nervous and cute and was fidgeting with her hair and I couldn’t help but tease her. “Come on, let’s have a look,” I said playfully reaching for the towel. “No! Don’t you dare … let’s go, Luke!” she replied shrieking as she raced out the door. We walked to the pool with her chattering about how she had always wanted to see New York and how great this was going to be. We could walk through Greenwich Village, Soho, drop into Bloomingdales, blah, blah-blah, blah-blah … she had this all planned out while my mind was still wondering about my cock pressing in to her face for about an hour. Did she really sleep through that? When we got to the pool she dropped the towel and quickly dove in obviously diffident about her body. She was wearing a tiny, two piece, red and white bikini which covered very little and looked spectacular … check that; more … much more than that; she looked downright juicy like a ripe peach ready to be picked! “Come on in, the water’s great!” She said breaching the water and shaking out her thick hair before dipping under again and then breaking the surface a few feet away she began doing laps. I joined her and did about twenty laps or so going as fast as I could. We are both pretty decent swimmers and by the time I was done she was already in the Jacuzzi. We sat there for a while just soaking in the warmth and letting the swirling jets massaging our backs. It felt great. I was trying like hell to keep from staring at her amazing body but wasn’t having much luck. “Mmmm … this feels heavenly!” she sighed and then looking at me added, “Now, if only someone would give me a shoulder rub, it would be perfect!” We used to massage one another and both Jenny and my mom thought my massages were to kill for; especially Jenny. She didn’t need to ask me twice. I was looking for any excuse to touch her so I got up and moving over sat up on the ledge with my legs dangling into the Jacuzzi with her seated in between my knees. Then leaning over I began kneading her Trapezius muscles working up her long neck towards the base of her skull. From my vantage point sitting above her I had an unhindered view of her boobs. They showed all the promise of the perfect 34C she would end up being. “Oh God, that’s just so good … mmmm, Luke, that’s wonderful … don’t stop, baby,” she murmured as I continued working her muscles. She rarely if ever called me ‘baby’ and it was evident that the energy between us was changing and was being replaced by a palpable tension. I felt it and from the look on her face, I knew she was feeling the same way. Her eyes were hooded and dreamy and she had wrapped her arms around my calves pressing them against her sides. Skin on wet skin disguised by the frothing turbulence of the water but there was no denying the undercurrents of sexuality. As I continued massaging her, my fingers began drifting to the front of her Trapezius and towards her breasts but even though she did nothing to stop me, I chickened out and went back to her neck, taking my time with the muscles of her shoulders. I had wanted to feel those sensual, mounds of heaven but what little sense I had remaining won out. While I was massaging her I remembered the conversation with Mom about letting her know that she was beautiful. “You look really nice, Jenny, the bikini suits you,” I croaked, my voice sounding strangely strained, “When did you get it?” I had wanted to sound cool and debonair but it came out like a quacking duck! I’m such a loser!
“A while back … do you really like it?” she asked ignoring my anthropomorphic croak, “I was worried that it showed too much,” she added, “Mom and Dad haven’t seen it yet … I think Dad will have a cow!” “It looks great but … yeah, Dad will have a fit that’s for sure,” I said and mimicked my father, “my little angel wearing something so revealing and sexy!” We both laughed and it was a good thing my mom showed up because my boner was threatening to poke a hole through my swimsuit. After a while when I got up I saw Jenny staring at the bulge in my trunks with this look on her face and when I looked down I couldn’t believe it; the tip of my cock was poking out through the top of my trunks! Wow! I was just thankful that Mom had her back to me. I quickly dove in and swam some more laps killing off the erection and waited for them to leave before heading back to the room. While Mom and Jenny took their showers, Dad and I rearranged the beds, pushing them together and unpacked all the essential stuff. The room had a smell of Mom’s perfume and I wondered if they had had sex … they must have! That explains why Mom had stayed behind. “We’ve got to leave early so we can beat the traffic into Springfield … let’s shoot for six.” Dad said. “No way, Dad, there’s no way you can get Mom and Jenny out the door by six!” I laughed. “What was that? Did I hear something about Mom and me?” Jenny walked in, her hair was damp and she was wearing a short diaphanous, cotton camisole. Maybe it was just me and the state of my hormones but she looked irresistible like some sizzling, schoolgirl tease in a woman’s body. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I could see the faint outline of her nipples and had to force myself to look at her face while every instinct wanted me to take in her body. “Yeah … there’s no way you’re getting up at six, kiddo!” I said trying to sound normal. She threw a pillow at me and quickly got under the covers allowing me a quick flash of her panties. “We’ll see who’s up first … you want to bet?” she asked playfully kicking me from under the comforter. “Ouch! That hurt … I’m going to get you for that!” I said and began to tickle her but that was a mistake. Almost immediately my cock responded, springing thickly, poking painfully against my jeans and creating a tent which was pretty evident. Dad was in the bathroom taking a shower and Mom was combing her hair sitting on the bed and looked over at us. “Okay … cut it out, you two! You are messing up the beds!” She said and I prayed that she didn’t notice my bulging boner. After the others had gone to bed, I took a shower and stayed up for a while working on my computer when I heard my father snoring and decide to turn in. The sleeping arrangements had my father and I on the outside with Mom and Jenny sandwiched in the middle. Dad and Mom were lying spooned together and Jenny was lying on her side facing Mom. She was curled up in a ball like a little girl and in the diffused light I stared at her and cursed myself for the lewd fantasies I had involving her. She looked almost angelic with her hair tossed wildly about her in a golden halo and a childlike expression within the innocence of sleep. I was filled with repugnance at my profligacy and was determined to keep my thoughts from wandering to places it shouldn’t and quietly slipped in under the covers next to her. I made sure that there was a small space between us and that we weren’t touching each other and it wasn’t long before long I dozed off, drifting imperceptibly into restless somnolence.
I woke with a start, my eyes adjusting slowly to the dark. The iridescent glow of the clock display showed a little after 2 AM and the only sounds I heard were the soft, intermittent drone of my father’s snoring accompanied by the white noise of the AC. I lay still as the awareness of where I was permeated through the hazy fog of sleep and I realized that I was lying pressed up against my sister. Somehow during the night we had gotten entangled, we were spooned together like mirror images of our parents, with my leg thrown over hers and my penis wedged within the crack of her ass. I had my arm around her in a light embrace with her fingers interlaced with mine. No sooner had I realized this than my cock began to throb in anticipation and I couldn’t stop myself from rocking gently against her using the friction of our clothing to stimulate the sensitive head. At first, I moved with drowsy unrestraint, as though I was adjusting myself in my sleep by pushing into her behind and then backing off again. The feelings were indescribable as the pleasure signals raced along my shaft coursing through the pathways of my nervous system shutting down rational thought. Any sense of higher reason was all but gone and in its place, within the shrouded realm of darkness where carnal proclivities dominate, was the underlying desire to possess her. I extricated my fingers from her grip and very slowly eased my hand down towards her lower abdomen and let it rest there for a while excited by the very aspect of her; the rise and fall of her body undulating gently with every breath, the warmth of her skin radiating through the gossamer material of her nightie, the sweet scent of her and the pliable feel of her flesh all of which took on overt tones of extreme sensuality. There was a part of me that screamed ‘she’s your sister, dude, what the fuck are you doing?’ but that didn’t seem to matter and if anything, it just added to the illicit excitement though at that moment it really wasn’t about incest but rather a blossoming female body I could use. So with her body pressed up against mine, I began to lightly massage her letting my fingers knead her muscles moving it in small circles from her stomach working slowly upwards and stopping just as I reached the underside of the swell of her breasts. It took everything I had to refrain from cupping those burgeoning mounds but instead, I worked my way down, very slowly, past her stomach along the gentle slope of her lower abdomen. And as I neared the V of her thighs, she let out a soft, almost indiscernible moan and I felt her bottom pushing back against my cock. I stopped and could hear my heart hammering against my chest like the thudding of a bass drum and if she wasn’t awake already I was sure that she would be at any minute. Her breathing was heavier and uneven responding to the manipulations of her body but she remained sleeping or at least, pretended to be. I lost track of how long I kept this up, alternating between massaging her and rubbing against her but it seemed like a long time. I would rub my cock against her bottom for a while holding her against me by her waist, feeling the corded muscles beneath the warmth of her skin and when the squeaking of the bedsprings got too loud, I would stop and begin my subtle massage. I kept expanding the region I was working on until I was traversing the length of her slender body. I had managed to reach into the convergence of her thighs, just above her Mons, reveling in the silky feel of her soft pubic curls while working my way slowly upwards to her breasts and realized that I was getting precariously close to the point of no return. She had made no attempt to stop or hinder me but I knew that if she woke up now there would be no way for me to explain away the prurience of my actions. The excitement of our intimacy coupled with the pleasure derived from our frottage was leading to only one eventuality, to that one moment of truth where nothing matters except the drive towards our fleshy crescendo. My thrusting had become progressively disjointed and frenetic and as that moment drew closer, I was oblivious of everything; the squeaking of the bedsprings, the rustling of the sheets, our ragged breathing; nothing mattered not even the proximity of my parents. I was being driven by one need only and that was the urgency to get off. And then as the maroon mist spread through my brain, I heard her. “Mmmm … oh, oh … mmmmfff …” a low, muffled moan which sent me tumbling over the edge. I grabbed at her breast squeezing roughly feeling the hardness of her nipples and climaxed spewing uncontrollably into my sleeping sister. I kept on pumping the sticky globules of cum, spurt after spurt until finally all that was left was the post-climatic milky dregs seeping weakly from the tip of my shrinking member. It was finally over. I lay pressed against her in the warm afterglow of passion and felt the uncomfortable stickiness of my juices spreading through my trousers. I don’t think I had cum that much or that intensely … ever. As my sanity returned I checked on my parents but they were still sleeping and I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. But that soon gave way to a deep feeling of remorse and abject revulsion for what I had done. I also realized that she had moved my hand away from her breast and was holding on to it while the suggestive wetness between us had indelibly recorded the venal incident and there was nothing I could do to wipe it clean. Was she awake or was it some sleep-ridden reflex which had her clasping my hand? What was she thinking? Did she feel violated? And if she did then why didn’t she stop me? Fuck! What was I thinking? “Jenny …? Jen?” I whispered into her neck but there was no response. I am such an asshole; an inexcusable pervert for taking advantage of my little sister. I rolled away from her and drifted into fitful sleep. Fast forward to 2009: The First Night
We rented a Jeep Cherokee with a Navigation System and after a late lunch we headed out. She was like a little kid all excited and happy about this trip and I found her enthusiasm contagious. She talked about her experiences in Southeast Asia and the difference in the cultures and the adjustment she had to make when living there. Women were definitely second class citizens and it was difficult for her but she adjusted and had managed to have several of her articles published. It was nice to hear her prattle on and before I knew it, it was dark and we were nearing Harrisburg and decided to have dinner and stay for the night. I had wanted to check into a Holiday Inn or a Marriott but she picked a small motel off the beaten path making a remark about taking in the local flavor. “Remember, Luke, this is my birthday present so I get to choose,” she said and then after a short pause added, “… everything!” giving me a big smile and leaving me to wonder about the ‘everything’ bit. She took the lead at the counter and had gotten one room making some slanted remark about saving money and giving her the difference then laughed gleefully at my expression. “I’m going to have to support you when you’re ninety … writing rubbish from some obtuse magazine for retirees!” I said playing the role of the long suffering brother. The room had two double beds separated by a three foot aisle with a small table in the corner and some chairs. There was fridge, a microwave oven and a large TV on a dresser against the far wall. The bathroom was clean and had hot water and fresh towels … not bad for a small, no-name motel. “They don’t have a pool,” she said, her voice tinged with disappointment. “Do you want to try another place?” I asked. “No, it’s okay … I’ll just take an extra long, hot shower. I was looking forward to a swim and a dip in a Jacuzzi.” “Hey, that sounds tempting and it’s not too late … we can try another place if you want.” I asked again. “No, it’s okay Luke, this is fine and I’m tired,” she said and began unpacking her things.
And despite her threat (about the long shower), she took a quick one and when she emerged from the bathroom, I noticed that she had on a short, satin nightie that showed off her long, golden legs. She caught me looking at her thighs and smiled and got under the covers of her bed. She was watching some silly sitcom when I came out of the shower. We chatted a bit and then decided to turn in. “Goodnight Jenny, let’s try and leave early,” I said making myself comfortable under the blankets, “I’m glad you’re back sis, I missed you.” “I missed you too, Luke,” she answered, her voice trailing off, “… I missed you a lot.” Things were quiet except for the fan of the heating unit whirring softly in the background and just as I was dozing off she said softly, “Sleep tight, baby boy!” Yeah, that’s what she had taken to calling me just before she left for Asia but I had made her promise never to do that in public! I woke up feeling the weight and warmth of someone lying against me. It was Jenny; she was sleeping on her side with her head against the curve of my neck. Ever since she was little if something frightened her or if she had a nightmare she would crawl into my bed but it had been a while since she had done that and certainly not after she had turned sixteen. This was totally unexpected. I didn’t know if she had just gotten in or whether she had been there for a while. She seemed to be asleep so maybe it had been awhile, I couldn’t be sure. I looked over at the clock and it showed 20 minutes past 2 AM. As my mind cleared it was her scent that I became aware of first. As far back as I can recall, she had always smelled fresh, a potpourri of her body’s fragrance laced subtly with her perfume. And while I inhaled the essence of her I suddenly realized that under the covers she had her hand laying casually on my lower abdomen right over my cock. Like most men I had a nocturnal woody going and having her hand resting against the head of my penis, albeit over my pajamas, was like adding high octane fuel to a raging fire. I was suddenly wide awake and fully cognizant of all my senses … this wasn’t a dream or my imagination. Now what? Do I pry her fingers loose? Or do I try and turn away from her hoping that she would let go? Seven years of a conflicted, moral struggle and several sessions of therapy were at jeopardy and about to get flushed down the drain. But before I could take any preemptive action my body betrayed me and my cock pulsed, jerking against her palm. And in response, I felt her squeeze me, holding on gently for a second before letting go and turning away so she was lying on her side facing away from me. I am hard pressed to describe the confusion or the sensations surging through me at that moment and all that mattered to me was the fact that she had acknowledged the throbbing, scepter of flesh. Was I dreaming? Did she really do that? From the time I had woken up to the moment when she had rolled away couldn’t have been more than a minute and without thinking, I turned towards her and we lay spooned together like we had so many years ago. Her nightie was scrunched up above the curve of her bottom and my cock was pressed against her panties and I felt her wiggle her behind and push back gently against me. It was like a dam bursting as the memories of those fateful nights came flooding back. Was she trying to recreate those events? Was that reason she had wanted to drive instead of taking a plane? It slowly dawned on me, this game she was playing and just that quickly every doubt I had was gone and I wanted in … more than anything else I needed to play this out. Well, so much for those therapy sessions. I felt her fingers weaving through mine holding my hand tightly and I thought I heard her say, “Go on,” but I wasn’t sure. I held her to me pressing my cock firmly against her panty-covered ass testing the waters. “Go on, Luke, do it … please, baby!” she whispered again. This time there was no doubt.
There was no conscious thought process; I was reacting solely to the carnal demands of my body and reaching down I released my cock from the confines of my trousers letting it settle back into the crack of her ass. I knew that this wasn’t exactly the same as before but I heard her sigh as she felt my cock nudging against her bare skin and then she rocked back trying to achieve the friction we both needed. I adjusted myself and moved her leg slightly so my cock was nestled in between her thighs pressing up against her slit and waited basking in the liquid warmth of her cunt, the sensations cascading sensually over the length of my throbbing shaft. Then holding her against me I began thrusting; trying to burrow through the swollen lips of her vagina. I could feel my cockhead push the satiny material into her crevice as I ploughed through the furrow along her slickly wet slit. I kept plowing into her, working up a piston-like rhythm, going, back and forth, back and forth with the top of my penis rubbing against the crease of her swollen lips, my cockhead pushing past her clit and then back again. At first the satiny texture of her panties felt exquisite but as we drenched the material with our juices, it began to bunch up and irritate the sensitive ridge of my glans. I felt it rubbing raw and stopped moving and just held her by her hips. “Ohhh … don’t stop … please, Luke, keep going, don’t stop,” she pleaded softly her hips quavering against me. “It’s …” I replied trying to find the words, “your panties are hurting me, Jen.” There was a short silence where the only sound was the ragged murmur of our breathing. “Wait … I’ll take care of it,” she said, her voice breathless and strained. I felt her fingers brush against me as she reached between her legs and pulled her panties moving the narrow strip of material aside and then she guided my cock back between the lips of her vagina, pressing me to her. Just having her fingers touch me was electric and I was about to blow and let out a soft groan. “Ohhhh God …” “Okay … there, now go on,” she whispered, her breathing heavily irregular. The slippery sensation of her flesh wrapping around my shaft was too much for me and after just a few more thrusts, I felt myself on the precipice. “Oh God, Jenny … oh, baby … I’m going to cum … I’m cumming! Oh, baby … Aahhhhhh …” I groaned and discharged against her. The first jet propelled past her abdomen and splattered on her chest soaking into her nightie and at almost the same time I felt her body stiffen and heard her muffled cries as she buried her face into the pillow but I was lost in the throes of my own climax. I kept cumming in short powerful spasms, shooting into her lower abdomen and crotch. I had always cum a lot and before I was finished, I had soaked her in the opalescent residue of my juices. And while I lay pressed against her, I felt her body writhing and twitching and her fingers frantically rubbing her clit while she continued to crest the waves of her orgasm. I just held her tightly to me thrilling to the gentle undulations of her body taking in every nuance of her intense experience. She looked intrinsically sexual in her total abandonment to her pleasure and my cock began to twitch and harden in response. After what seemed an eternity, I felt her pull away and get up off the bed. I was sure she was going to use the bathroom and change out of her soggy panties but she didn’t, instead she went over to her bed and got in under the covers. “Jen?” I said whispering into the darkness, “Jenny … are you okay?” There was no reply and I felt guilt ridden again and was hoping to talk to her. We weren’t kids anymore and I needed to resolve this. “Jenny, are you okay, baby?” I asked again and sat up looking across at her recumbent form.
“Sssshhhhhh, let’s go to sleep, Luke … we can talk about this later.” She replied and I heard her turn away from me. Back to 2002: The next night
I heard my mom drawing the curtains back and rolled over, covering my head with a pillow to get away from the sudden brilliance of the sunlight flooding the room. “Get up, sleepyhead … I thought you were going to be ready by six!” Mom said, shaking me by my feet. “Aww, Mom … what time is it?” I groaned from under the pillow. “Seven thirty,” she replied and added, “Dad and Jenny have gone to pick up breakfast so you’re the last one up, kid … come on, get up and get ready!” As I lay there trying to get myself together, the events of the previous night came back to me with the precise clarity of a recurring nightmare. Shit! What if Mom pulls back the covers? I ran my hand quickly over the bed sheet feeling randomly for the telltale signs of cum but they were clean. That’s a relief, I thought and then instinctively felt my pajamas – it was covered with the remnants of my crusted and dried semen. It hadn’t been a dream. I had shagged myself against my sweet, sixteen year-old sister! How was I going to face her again? This was more than awkward but just the thought of it was getting me aroused again. I was so fucking doomed! I had showered and dressed and was combing my hair when I saw Jenny’s bag in the corner under the sink. I quickly rummaged through it and found what I was looking for – her panties, the ones she had worn last night. I felt the crotch and it was still damp. I ran my tongue along the narrow strip and was intoxicated by the taste of her and felt my cock harden but just then the conversations and laughter wafting in from outside told me they were back. I wanted to jerk off into her panties but refrained and quickly stuffing it back into her bag. I was apprehensive about facing Jenny again. On one hand I was curious about her reaction to me and on the other, what if she treated me like a pariah … it would certainly serve me right but Mom and Dad were bound to notice and then all hell would break loose. This was getting more fucked up by the minute. I was putting away my toiletries and personal items into my bag trying to act nonchalant when Jenny hugged me from the back and laughed. “Hey bro, what was that about Mom and me and getting up at six?” I was so relieved that she didn’t’ hate me that I could’ve done a cartwheel but I played it cool. “So shoot me, I overslept!” I retorted and I really didn’t mind the ribbing. The drive that day was uneventful except that I couldn’t think of anything else but the events of the previous night and was filled with those Cimmerian imposters, Anticipation and Trepidation, about the coming night. Jenny and Mom talked a lot and she was really upbeat and I’d catch her glancing at me every now and then but except for her holding my hand while we stopped for a burger, nothing really happened. We made it all the way to Columbus, Ohio before deciding to have dinner and stay the night. The weather had changed and though it was only September there was a chilling bite to the cold when we checked into a roadside motel. This one was a definite step up from the lodge in Joplin. We got a spacious suite with a living room, bedroom and a kitchenette. The living room had a decent sized TV, a loveseat and a large, full-length sofa. Mom and Dad were on the loveseat huddled together sharing a mug of coffee and I was lying on the sofa wrapped up nice and warm in a comforter. Jenny had just taken her shower and came out to join us. She was wearing the same short, cotton nightie and stood there staring at the screen. “What are you watching?” she said to no one in particular. “Some dopey movie … a love story with Clint Eastwood and Meryl Streep,” I remarked.
“It’s the Bridges of Madison County,” Mom said and added, “I’ve always wanted to see it!” “I’ve seen it … it’s really nice,” Jenny replied still staring at the TV. She was standing by the couch in my peripheral vision so without moving my head much I got a great view of her breasts through the gauzy translucence of her camisole. They were perfect without any sag to them, jutting proudly from her body. I looked down her body at her thighs, full and firm and the curve of her butt and felt my cock respond and begin to engorge under the comforter. She shivered and hugged herself. “Move over,” she said and without waiting slipped in beside me. After briefly adjusting herself she lay on her stomach with her face propped up by the pillow and away from me facing the screen. Mom looked over at us and smiled and then went back to watching the movie. Everyone was acting normal except me – what was the matter with them? My sexy sister, half naked in a see-through nightie which barely covered her butt was under the covers pressed up against me and no one thought anything of this? Wow! I must be on drugs. After a little while, my father who had been nodding off got up and mumbling his goodnights stumbled off into the bedroom. My mom, on the other hand, was really into the movie so totally engrossed that if I were to fuck Jenny right there on the coffee table I doubt she would even notice. Okay so that’s an exaggeration but she was actually sniffling and wiping the tears from her eyes at some nonsensical melodrama. Now, this was certainly not my kind of flick not that it would have mattered because at that point there was only one thing on my mind. Jenny! Just then she turned over on to her side so her ass was pressed into my crotch our bodies nesting together from the waist down. She had her elbow on the pillow and was resting her face in her palm while staring intently at the screen. I knew that she knew exactly what she was doing and there was no way she could ignore my cock throbbing against her bottom so I decided to see just how far she would take this. Under cover of the comforter, I ran my hand along the outside of her thighs thrilling at the feel of her skin and the firmness of her muscles. And as I reached her hips, I was surprised at how soft and flimsy her panties felt. I kept going pushing my hand under her nightie and lightly massaged her stomach reveling in the feel of her velvety skin. When I looked at her, she was still staring at the screen without any change in her expression. Mom continued to be captivated by the movie so brimming with newfound confidence, I moved upwards and cupped her breast squeezing gently and waited for a reaction. There was none – no reaction at all. I lingered on her breasts, toying with her, pinching and rolling her nipples and felt her body trembling but she didn’t make a sound or do anything to stop me. Encouraged by my success so far, I slowly worked my hand back down and into her panties and felt the silky, soft curls of her pubis before letting my middle finger ride along the length of her slit. She shifted her legs to give me better access and I was surprised by how wet she was and just as I wriggled my finger into her slit, she let out a soft gurgling moan, a murmur which caught in her throat and quickly covered up by coughing. I looked over at Mom for a swift sanity check but she was still immersed in the movie. I kept running my fingers up and down her slit until I could feel her pussy hole and spreading her lips, I pushed my finger slowly in until I had about two inches in her. I felt the quick intake of her breath and then her hand came down and covered mine. Her breathing was now heavy and irregular and her face was flushed. I could feel her hips rocking back and forth ever so slightly being careful not to draw any untoward attention. My cock was so damn hard it felt like a steel rod, throbbing against her ass and driving me insane was the faint aroma of female arousal, that spicy, piquant scent that was distinctly unique. I just hoped that my mother was sitting far enough away to catch on. I was ecstatic by what I had accomplished and was about to take it further when Mom got up and looked over at us. Here it was again, that prescient intuitive thing! “I going to get some coffee … do you want something?” she asked. “No, Mom, I’m good,” I mumbled and looked back at the screen and was thankful that the bulky comforter obscured the outline of my arm and my hand pushed into my sister’s crotch. “Are you okay, Jenny?” Mom asked and came over and felt her forehead, “You’re burning up … are you feeling okay, honey?” My heart was pounding and incredibly I felt Jenny pressing my fingers deeper into her. Was she nuts? I was sure my mother could smell the obvious scent of arousal and was waiting for her to pull back the comforter. But she didn’t do anything – she stood looking down at Jenny. “I’m a bit cold but I’m okay …” Jen replied and then laid her head back against me and closed her eyes. My mother looked at us for a moment and then walked away and as soon as she had disappeared into the kitchenette, Jenny pulled my hand out from between her legs and got up and without looking at me left for the bedroom. I don’t think Jenny had meant for our games to go this far and she might have been embarrassed by the intimacy of this encounter but I was thrilled and too excited to really care. I felt like I was getting closer to what I had wanted and that was all that mattered. That night after the movie Mom and I chatted a bit before she too headed for bed. “Don’t stay up too late, Luke, we should be getting up early,” she said leaving me to watch Sports Center on ESPN. When I finally got to bed Mom and Dad were fast asleep and Jenny was curled up with her eyes closed. Her breathing was deep and even so I assumed she too was sleeping. Though I wanted to continue our salacious exploration I was worried that Mom was beginning to get suspicious so I crawled in next to Jenny and facing away from her, I tried to catch some sleep but without success – my mind was filled with the essence of her; her smell, taste and that slippery sensation of her cunt as I pushed my fingers into her. I needed to get off so I began stroking myself under the covers trying to keep the bed from shaking and with images of my sister racing through my mind. I was so consumed by the self-indulgent pleasure that I didn’t hear or feel her move until she was pressed up against my back, her steamy breath racing along my neck, her heart pounding and her hand groping blindly …. Fast forward to 2009:
After a quiet breakfast we left Harrisburg. She wanted to drive so I sat quietly for a while, looking out as we passed the leafless trees, a desolate reminder that winter was almost here. “Jen …” I started trying to find the words. “Can we do this later, Luke … please?” she responded before I could initiate the topic. “We can’t pretend it never happened!” I replied, “Damn it Jenny, do you know what it’s done to me?” The years of struggling with this aberrant side of our relationship and the therapy and the nights of wanting her just came to a head at that point. We weren’t kids and this was not a game and I wanted to hear her say things I needed to hear. Ever since our relationship had breached the boundaries of normalcy I had searched for her in the women I had dated fantasizing about her constantly and it had taken some intensive counseling to get me off the incestuous path. But in a flash, one night, and all that effort was gone … I was back at square one.
She didn’t reply. She kept driving and then I saw it, a lonely tear streaking down from under her shades. She clenched her jaws and steeled herself against her emotions, trying to gain control and just that quickly, I felt defeated and gave in. “It’s alright … let it go!” I said softly, “I’m sorry if it upset you …” We drove in silence and I was beginning to feel badly for her. “And what did it do to me?” she whispered almost to herself. “What?” I asked looking at her. “I asked you to stop,” she replied, “I trusted you, Luke … I didn’t know what to do…” The memory of that night in 2002 had haunted me like none other. It was the most exciting night of my life and the one I regretted most because on some level I had hurt my sister. “How could I stop? You had me so excited … and I was only eighteen and … and, Jen, you were holding me … holding my …” I struggled wishing I hadn’t started this as the memory of that incident flooded back washing over me like a giant wave breaking through the rocky repression of the past seven years. That night after locating my cock she had just held on to it for a little while, her fingers tentatively probing the stiff, satiny feel of it, spreading the precum oozing from the tip over the bulbous head. It had felt so incredibly good, so much better than my own fingers that my hips began to thrust into her hand wanting her to shag me. And she responded, using slow, lazy strokes pumping me awkwardly a few times before squeezing the shaft and turning away offering her back to me. She pushed her panty covered ass into me wanting me to do what we had done the previous night but I was beyond redemption, over-excited and overeager, I needed to feel her, not through the layers of clothing but flesh against flesh. I recall tugging her panties down with impudent urgency but they were knotted against her thighs and when I pulled harder, they gave way, ripping with a soft shredding sound. She raised her hips slightly as I pulled the torn garment from her and threw it by the bedside. After quickly adjusting our bodies, my cock was nestled in between her thighs pulsing lewdly against the naked lips of her cunt. This felt better; oh, so much better. I could feel the warmth of her vaginal lips straddling the length of my rampant shaft accompanied by the sensual wetness of her excitement and I began rocking back and forth, very deliberately, plowing along the slippery length of her slit. The tingling feelings racing through my body were indescribable and as I picked up the tempo I could hear her whimpering softly, biting the back of her hand to keep from moaning out loud. I had begun to squeeze her tits, pinching and rolling her nipples pulling on them to increase the intensity of her experience and heard her muffled moans get louder. We were both beyond caring and in the duality of that moment, I wondered if my mom could hear us. And as incredulous as this may sound, I could hear my father snoring and recall thinking how crazy this was. The bed was creaking softly, the sheets whispering with the writhing rhythm of our disjointed frottage but we were both impervious to the risk of being discovered and continued, unfazed by the increasing sounds we were making. Then needing to feel more of her I hunched back and pushed upwards augmenting the friction of our privates focusing on the sensitive dome when it happened. It must have been the angle of my thrust but I felt her lips spread open and in a blink of a moment, my cockhead was lodged inside the elastic mouth of her pussy. It was sheer bliss. “Ohhh, God … ohhhhh,” she whimpered, then added quickly, “no, Luke, no … please stop … Ohhhhhhh …” and tried shimmying forward, wanting me out from her. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I held onto her tightly and pushed a bit harder and felt my cock inch into her; slithering deeper into my sister’s virginal canal. I could feel the involuntary contractions of her cuntal muscles, fluttering like millions of fingers caressing the nerves of my cockhead, her vaginal lips gulping at the intrusive, fleshy specter, pulling me into her until I felt her maidenhead obstructing me like a grim barrier; a warning of an act, if consummated, could not be undone. This was it; the moment of reckoning and truth – I was about to pop my sister’s cherry. I felt my sister struggle, trying harder to wriggle away but I had her cradled firmly to me, one arm around her waist and the other around her chest. And though she was a pretty strong girl she was no match for me. There was no way she was getting away. I was too far gone and she had wanted this … the little tease! “Please, Luke, stop … we can’t … please,” she whispered again her words choppy and soft, “we can’t … I want to … I … I’m your sister, please don’t,” she pleaded. I know this will be construed as a justification but believe me, she didn’t sound convincing at all. There was a moment’s hesitation while my mind tried to regain control of my body; we lay still, without moving, fused together with my cockhead throbbing lewdly inside the entrance of her steamy, gulping canal while I tried to clear my mind. And then, quite unexpectedly, I felt her push back into me inching deeper onto my pole and like the cracking deluge of a thunderstorm, my body took over and all reason went out the door. I reached down and cupped the V of her crotch and began rubbing her clit, pressing into it, forcing her against me while I pushed again, this time harder and contrary to what I expected, there was no real resistance or tearing, it just gave and I bottomed out, lying with my crotch pressed against her butt. She let out a small cry and then moaned. “Ohhhh … oh, God … Luke,” she murmured almost in defeat. “Jenny … oh, baby, I’m sorry but you feel so … oh, fuck …” I whispered not knowing quite what to say. And then I just fucked her; sawing back and forth driven by the irrational urgency of teenage lust. It seemed like a long time, my fucking her, but I’m sure it lasted only a few minutes. I do know I wasn’t quiet nor did I make any attempt to slow down. I just kept pumping into her, thrusting harder and harder with my eyes closed, concentrating on the incredible feeling of her cunt and taking every pleasure I could from my sister’s tight little box. And then, just as I climaxed I whispered into her hair, “I’m cumming, baby, ohhhhh, Jenny … I’m cumming!” ******* Then Jenny’s voice snapped me rudely back to the present. “You know that Mom was awake,” she said, “staring at me while you … while we were doing it!” My cock which had been hardening in my pants deflated like a balloon running into a stack of needles. I felt my hands turning clammy and cold. “What?” I croaked, “no way … they… Dad and Mom were sleeping!” “Mom was awake,” she attested, “she looked into my face and smiled, stroking my hair while you were … while you were fucking me!” She paused and then glanced over at me. I was staring at her, mouth open, mind in a fog and unable to think. Jenny rarely if ever exaggerated or lied – I knew she wasn’t lying. “I wanted you to stop and I was trying to gain control of my body … I hated myself because I couldn’t stop responding to you and to make matters worse, Mom was watching the whole thing!” she paused and then continued, “And it was weird that she did nothing to stop you. I kept thinking that she had wanted this to happen … I didn’t know what to do … I didn’t want her to think you were raping me!” We sat quietly while she drove lost in an uneasy silence. I was shocked by almost everything she said except for her reluctant participation. I couldn’t get around the fact that my mother saw me fucking my sister and just let me do it! There were so many thoughts racing through my mind but there was one question I needed answered. “Was I, Jen?” I asked finally, “Was I raping …” my voice trailed off. I couldn’t bear to think of it let alone say it, “… was I forcing you?” “No! No you didn’t force me,” she replied, “I was willing and wanted it but it’s … it’s just that I didn’t want it to go that far! I can’t explain … it was confusing then.” “What did you think was going to happen, Jen?” I asked. “I don’t know,” she said dejectedly, “I guess I was jealous … we were so close and then you began dating all those girls and ignored me … you just stopped talking to me. I wanted us to be close again! I was such a naïve kid Luke, and I was just as much to blame!” She had exited the highway and pulled up at a gas station and parked the car. ******* I remembered how that night had ended … with me lying pressed against her, playing with her breasts, my face buried in her hair, my cock going soft, very slowly, while dribbling the last of my semen into her. I was basking in the afterglow of my climax without any consideration for her when I felt her body stiffen. Her breathing had turned uneven and raspy, coming out in short gasps while her fingers clawed at her constricting cunt in the throes of her orgasm. And, unable to control the reaction of her body, her hips bucked lewdly against her fingers as her legs twitched in spastic jerks caused by the endorphin reflex in her brain. I couldn’t help myself as I began to harden inside her and what affected me most was the little cries of pleasure, these soft squeals that she made the memory of which excites me even after all this time. Her climax seemed to go on and on until finally her body went limp. We had made so much noise it was little wonder that my mom was awake! We lay against each other blanketed by the sticky warmth of our bodies until my cock lost its residual hardness and plopped out of her. I rolled away from her and heard her crying softly and as I drifted into a restless and shallow sleep, my mind was clouded by a creeping sense of remorse. ******* I woke up in the middle of the night and after a moment clearing my mind I looked over at Jenny and saw that she was sleeping on her back. We were under the covers and I felt her thigh against my cock. I was hard and throbbing and as the events of the previous evening came rushing back, I knew I was going to have to have her again. I snuggled up to my sister and ran my finger along her slit spreading her lips and was surprised that she was still very wet with the mixture of our juices. I was so horny that I couldn’t wait. I climbed on top of her and covered her mouth with my hand and felt her gasp as the breath was forced out of her by my weight. I didn’t waste any time and working quickly I spread her thighs and guided my cock into her. I figured the surprise would preclude her from struggling or make a noise and I was right. “Ohhhhh …” she groaned sleepily as the bloated head spread her open. “I’m going to fuck you again, Jen …” I whispered into her ear, lost in the depth of my lust. There was no resistance from her and her legs wrapped around mine in a sleepy gesture of submission. Though she was very tight, she was lubricated and I slipped in easily and began thrusting into her. I wanted this to last so I went slowly, in and out, in and out and each time I got close, I stopped and lay still on top of her with my cock throbbing inside her velvety canal. Then after the moment passed, I would begin ploughing into her again. I know she climaxed several times because I felt her body trembling and her hips bucking back at me before I finally shot my sperm deep into her belly. It was a long, blissful climax as I lay twitching against her, our crotches fused together, while her convulsing cunt milked every drop out from me. Then I rolled off of her and facing away, I faded into a deep sleep.
******* Now, as I watched the tears streaking down her face, the eroticism of that night vanished and I felt worse than I had ever felt before. It was not just about sex but far more about the love I felt for my sister. We were so young; just a couple of juveniles, reacting to our raging hormones and playing a game without any thoughts of the consequence of our actions. It had gotten out of hand and most of it was my fault – after all, I was the older brother. I reached across the console and hugged her to me and felt her melting into my arms, her face against my neck as she sobbed uncontrollably for a while and then calmed down. “Do you regret it?” I asked her, stroking her hair. “No,” she replied, sniffling while leaning against me, “did you forget last night?” And then she giggled. “Oh, was that you in my bed?” I asked facetiously and squeezed her tightly lifting her face to me. I kissed her softly on her mouth and felt her opening up, her tongue slithering into my mouth. We kissed for a while exploring each other. She tasted so sweet and fresh but then I needed to know something. “Jen, were you trying to recreate everything on that trip?” “Yes … yes I was, baby boy,” she said running her fingers through my hair, “you’re not very bright are you?” We laughed and it was so good to see her happy again. “Did she ever talk about it? Mom, I mean.” I asked Jenny. “Yes … the next day. She asked me if I was okay and then hugged me said that it was beautiful.” “She said it was beautiful!” I repeated; I was in shock. “Unh-ha, that’s what she said,” Jen smiled, “beautiful was the word she used!” Just having her perking up and happy again was good enough but all this talk had gotten me excited and I needed her. “You know, that last night … we … umm … did it twice!” I whispered into her ear. She took off her shades and I saw her eyes, hooded and sensual. “Why don’t you drive, Luke?” she said her voice turning husky, “there’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.” I switched places with her and as I got back on the highway, she reached over and unzipped my fly, her fingers feeling for me and then I felt the wet warmth of her mouth engulfing me … this was going the be the best trip of my life. Epilogue: There was more to this story after they get home but I was beginning to lose the continuity of the characters … this will have to do for now.
This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com
with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.
<a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/incest/the-journey.aspx">The Journey</a>