Tim insists that he and his sister leave his truck to make incestuous love more slowly and deeply
The week passed with frustrating slowness for both Tim and his sister Anna. After their detour on the previous Sunday evening as Tim drove Anna back to her student nurses’ residence, after Tim’s touches that brought Anna to the most shattering orgasm that she’d ever had, neither could wait for the following weekend when their parents had announced that they’d be away at friends’ cabin. Anna cracked with the wait before her brother did, phoning on Wednesday evening. “How about a short, you know, drive, Tim? Maybe up to the park,” alluding to their regular Sunday evening parking spot.
“I know, sis, I know. I want it as badly as you do but I have to study for a quiz tomorrow. And I want to wait, believe it or not. I want it to be good…no, perfect…for us. Does that make sense?”
“I guess so,” but the disappointment in his sister’s voice was inescapable to Tim. “I can’t wait either.” And with that she hung up and each resigned themself to the interminable passage of the next two days.
Friday came and by arrangement Tim picked his sister up at her residence. Her wide smile lit up his truck as she jumped in, tossed her overnight bag onto the floor, leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before securing her seat belt. Her eyebrows rose as she checked him out; no battered jeans, no dubious t-shirt tonight; Tim had made an effort for her. He was clean shaven and, she thought, sparkling in his slacks and polo shirt. She smiled at the thought that she, too, for reasons she hadn’t really considered, picked her best summer dress, colorful with its bright floral pattern, ending just above her knee. Which gave her brother ample access as his hand drifted across the seat to find her thigh as he pulled away from the residence and as she playfully slapped his hand away. “Just concentrate on driving, bro; there’s time for that later,” knowing what lay in store for them, she was happy to tease, happy to play the coquette, if only for a while.
Tim surprised his sister by not driving straight home. Instead he drove to a pizzaria that was familiar to their family, parked, and gallantly rounded the truck and opened his sister’s door. “Tim, what…” she began, “I want to get home; I want to, you know…” and left the clear meaning with her brother.
“Mom and dad aren’t leaving for another half hour at least,” he replied, “and I’m afraid that if they took one look at us we’d give ourselves away. Are you hungry? For food, I mean,” making it a joke.
“Yes, I’m hungry for…” she laughed, and left it at that. He had her meaning too as he took her hand and led her into the restaurant.
It was a dinner they would remember the rest of their lives. The most commonplace of meals; her favorite choice, a margarita pizza with cokes, sitting closely enough in their booth that each could easily and discretely caress the other’s thigh beneath their table. Happy in each other’s company, secure in the knowledge of what the evening was to bring, neither was now in a hurry, happy to let time and their feelings take their course. After their meal and certain that their parents were out of the house and on their way to their friends’ cottage for the weekend, they paid the bill, returned to Tim’s truck, and drove back home all the while Tim’s hand holding his sister’s.
And the house was as they expected; quiet, dark except for a couple of lights their parents had left turned on for them and, most importantly, empty of any parents. Tim parked in their driveway and both quickly exited the truck and entered the house. As Tim closed and locked the door behind them it was as if they had shut the world out. He turned and was pulled by Anna into a hug as she leaned her head back for their first kiss. Now alone and freed of any societal restraints the kiss was deep, wet, and passionate.
As they broke their kiss Anna felt a frisson shoot through her body; anticipation, she knew; for weeks she’d anticipated each Sunday evening “detour” with her brother but this was different and as he took her hand and led her through the darkened house her mind raced to understand the shiver that had just coursed through her body. Her mind began to grab at quick thoughts, quick images as they shot through her mind. Her brother dressed to impress tonight, his gentle caress of her thigh in the truck, the quiet date meal they’d just enjoyed, but mostly the look on his face last Sunday evening, the feelings for her that his eyes shouted louder than words. She was shocked by the sudden question in her mind: “am I falling in love with my brother?” Suddenly she stopped them both in their tracks and pulled her brother into another long, deep kiss.
Tim continued to lead her and she was surprised to see that he wasn’t taking her to one of their bedrooms as she’d expected. No, he was heading for the TV room and suddenly she understood; her brother was taking them to where it all began. She laughed as his intent dawned on her. As he turned the TV on and then lowered its volume, almost muting it, she laughed again and asked “are we returning to the scene of the crime, Tim?”
He joined in her laugh and replied “if what we did…what we’re doing…is a crime then I’m as guilty as can be and I think I’m going to be a serious repeat offender. Care to be an accessory?” and they both laughed. He sat quickly on the couch and easily pulled Anna down beside him. Within seconds they were oblivious to the TV, oblivious to everything, in fact, as kiss followed kiss, as their hands renewed their acquaintance with each other’s body, as the quiet sounds of the TV were very quickly drowned out by their quiet moans, their soft sighs. But this was not that night again; for some reason each knew that without even speaking. There was no frenzied first touches, no rush to taboo caresses and most importantly no faux sex, no humping. Neither was in a hurry as their urgent sexual hunger was replaced by slow, generous love making.
Yes, Tim was hard, very hard by now and Anna was beyond moist and well into wet; an errant thought reminded her that her panties would require individual laundering lest her mother be alerted to her sexual awakening. No, she knew and hoped she and her brother were going to have to do some serious laundry. But all mundane thoughts like this were fleeting as the warmth of their bodies, now well entwined, became heat, as a light sheen of perspiration began to coat them. This was their first long and leisurely lovemaking and neither was in a hurry to end it. Anna in particular felt how different this was from their Sunday evening rapid vehicular sex and was happy to drift along this new, gentle river of affection that they seemed to be creating.
Their bodies now heated, now ready for more, the room beginning to be filled with their sexual musk, Tim pulled himself from his sister’s embrace and, looking deeply into her eyes, asked “now?”.
“Yes, now.” And with that they rose from the couch, laughed at their rumpled and wrinkled clothing, laughed again as Anna’s fingers lightly traced the substantial bulge in her brother’s slacks, and headed upstairs.
As they reached the hall outside their bedrooms Tim asked the classic question; “your room or mine?”
Anna actually gave it a second’s thought and said “mine, please”. Tim was happy to oblige and led her down the hall to her room, closing the door quickly behind them. Anna thought this curious at first as they had the entire house to themselves but then understood; this was to be their room tonight, that the world would have to stay outside. Dimly lit by the late summer moon, they began what would become a ritual for them as each quickly undressed the other. For each their favourite part came when Tim descended to his knees after his sister’s dress dropped to the floor and after her bra joined it, after he’d taken each of her breasts softly into his hands, as he lowered himself to his knees to gently pull Anna’s well-moistened panties down. His hands drifted up and down her thighs as he pulled her to him, burying himself in the soft fur that covered her mound and breathed in the intoxicating musk of her sex.
As for Anna, she quickly reciprocated and was soon on her knees before her brother, pulling his underwear down, laughing as she had to stretch its waist band around his stiff cock. Time seemed to slow as she took the full image of Tim’s erection in. Somewhere her mind recorded the irony; she’d felt this cock insider her a half dozen times but she’d never really seen it, hurried as she and her brother were on Sunday evenings. No, she’d had fleeting, almost furtive touches but now there was no hurry, no haste as she touched as she wanted, her fingertips tracing its length, lightly feeling it’s venous bumps, her hand wrapping around it to measure its girth and mentally comparing that with the measures her vagina had recorded for her. Finally she leaned forward and took his glans into her mouth, her tongue quickly flicking the pre-cum at its tip, tasting her brother for the very first time. She had no intention of fellating her brother - not this time, anyway, she thought - but wanted to feel him this way for the first time as she pushed forward, as she pressed her lips down his cock, as her tongue traced it. And as her brother’s groans became louder and louder and his hands found her hair, pressing her to him.
Tim didn’t know his sister’s intentions and fearing a too quick orgasm, pulled her away from his straining shaft, stood her up, kissed her quickly, and pushed her gently back onto her bed. Anna laughed again as she quickly “assumed the position” and assumed they would finally, finally have sex in the traditional missionary position. But she assumed wrong as her brother began kissing his way down her body, turning to each small breast in turn and giving each its attention as Anna began to squirm and twist with the waves that were starting to course through her; even her feet curled as the pleasure seemed to begin there and then shoot up through the rest of her body. Tim finally reached his goal as he again breathed in her sexual aroma, again teased the curls that covered her mound. Glancing up at her with a lascivious grin he bent to his work, gently separating her labia with his fingers and beginning for their first time to explore his tongue’s exploration of his sister’s opening.
Shocks to both of them began immediately as her body involuntarily lifted itself from the bed, as she felt first the unprecedented tickle and then the pure euphoric pleasure of her brother’s searching, exploring tongue. And his shock was almost as great as he tasted her for the first time, as his tongue and brain registered the sweet, tangy, salty taste of his sister, as he continued to lick and probe her despite her body’s growing tremors and convulsive shaking. Traversing her opening he found her clitoris at last and teased it, circled it, and made lingual love to it as he felt her hands gripping his head, pushing him firmly into her. His tongue travelled down until it found her opening and thrust itself into her as her body reached its final point of resistance and gave itself over to the seizure that could only signal the wave after wave of her orgasm.
Tim continued his tasting until Anna heaved a huge sigh and told him “enough, Tim, enough; I can’t take any more”. At this he acceded to her request and returned to her side, kissing her quickly as she tasted herself for the first time on his lips. He felt harder than he’d ever felt in his life and as his sister slowly descended from her climax he swung himself across her as she reflexively spread her thighs for him, muttering “no, Tim, no, I’m not ready…” but too late as he pushed slowly and easily entered his sister for the first time face to face, for the first time truly making love to her.
He rested for a long minute deep inside her, savoring her sighs as her vaginal muscles gripped him until he could wait no longer and began to withdraw slowly almost his entire length before thrusting back into her. He quickly sped his rhythm up as Anna’s hands first caressed his muscled, straining back and then slid down to grip his buttocks, thrilling with their tightening with each thrust. After a minute or so she drew her legs up to enwrap her brother’s thrusting body, making every effort to help him reach her depths. Within another minute, even as Tim’s cock plunged repeatedly into her, her second orgasm arrived with shattering force. Nothing had prepared her for this; their sex education classes had never explained the difference between a clitoral orgasm and a vaginal one, but Anna was stunned to learn and feel the difference now. This was her first vaginal orgasm and her body continued to shake with it as Tim increased his rhythm until he too reached his peak and joined in her sexual euphoria, his cock now spasming with jet after jet of his seed, pumping his semen deep into his sister’s womb.
Virtually senseless and incapable of speech after their incestuous climax together they let their bodies speak for them as Tim gently withdrew from his sister while his penis softened and he rolled to his sister’s side. She mirrored him as she rolled to her side so that their heads lay inches apart one or the other occasionally reaching over to lightly kiss the other, their eyes never surrendering their gaze. Finally words returned to Anna first as she whispered to her brother “Tim, I love you”.
“I love you too, Anna”.
“No, I mean I really love you.” She hesitated before carrying on with “Tim, I think I’m falling in love with you. That kind of love.” Her words came again in a whisper although no one in the world could hear her. It was as if her announcement was unspeakable, forbidden.
He was silent for long enough to worry her until he replied “I know, sis; I’ve been feeling the exact same thing for a couple of weeks now. I think about you all the time and not just about our, well, you know, our detours on Sundays. I don’t know what it means for us to be in love. What does it do for our future? Boyfriends, girlfriends? Husbands, wives?”
More long pauses until she said “I think it’s possible to love two people at the same time. I think it happens a lot, Tim. I think we can love each other this way and still love others.” And with that she shifted closer to him and began their third session of long, deep, wet kisses. After a quarter hour of kisses her hand drifted down and began to lightly stroke his flaccid cock, but it wasn’t flaccid for long as it was fully engorged within minutes by her touch. “My turn, bro,” she laughed as she pushed him onto his back and quickly straddled him.
Years before in their adolescent wrestling she’d straddled her brother but never with this goal, with this determination as she lifted herself above his erect cock and quickly lowered herself, spearing herself on his shaft. Her head snapped back spontaneously as she began her rhythm rising and lowering herself with a quickening cadence until she fell onto her brother, until he wrapped her in his arms as her speed reached a pulse faster than they’d ever achieved. Suddenly she stopped, lifted herself above him, and said “I want to see it, Tim. I want to see you going into me.” She remained suspended above her brother as they both craned their necks down to watch as she slowly rose, exposing almost his entire erection, and then slowly lowered herself onto it. They watched as she did this again and again, agreeing later that it was the hottest thing either had ever seen. As her panting reached the same pulse as between gasps she muttered into her brother’s ear “oh god, Tim, I’m fucking you…I’m fucking my brother…” her third orgasm of the night struck with a vengeance and stopped her in her tracks.
Tim laughed as his sister’s body shook and convulsed on top of him, as Anna was locked in her sexual seizure so that he took up where she’d left off and began lifting both of them with his thrusts until he reached the same climax as hers. As his cock pumped its final pulse of semen into her, as they became liquid in each other’s arms she continued to lay on her brother, the weight of her small body almost inconsequential to Tim. They rested in their sexual glow as her breathing returned to normal, as his hands instinctively drifted up and down her back.
Finally he rolled slightly so that they returned to their sides and faced each other. After ten minutes his sister asked the same question that she’d asked on that summer afternoon weeks before; “what now, Tim?”
“Now we love each other, Anna, now we love each other for the rest of our lives, I think. And we make love whenever we can. No one can know, no one can suspect. Do you think we can do it?”
A long pause and “yes, I think we can, bro. At least I know it will be worth it. Wherever we go, whatever we do, I know I’ll love you. Like a brother. Like a lover.” A final kiss and, exhausted by their forbidden sex, they fell together into a deep sleep.
That Sunday they took their usual detour but only sat together for a time, her hand again in his, until he finally released his seatbelt and moved to her. They kissed, they embraced, they touched; each placed their hand on the other’s chest and felt the heartbeat there. But they didn’t have sex. They’d lost count of how many times they’d made love over the entire weekend. In her room, in his room, on the couch in the tv room, twice on their living room carpet and once even - the supreme taboo, they knew - on their parents’ bed. They were insatiable and try as they might their sexual hunger returned to them within minutes after each incestuous coupling. They made love over and over but, they knew, sometimes they simply fucked. This wasn’t a new normal, they knew, but they knew that their lives together would have a new focus, a new energy as together and independently they carefully planned, anticipated, and created opportunities for lovemaking. Or fucking.
Yes, over the years that followed they would occasionally have sex in Tim’s old truck on Sunday nights at their old parking spot but that was for old time’s sake, each of those mating sessions tinged with nostalgia. And Tim was as good as his promise to Anna; under his care and love she came virtually every time they made love.