I saw the moment of surrender in his eyes.
"Let's sit." He sat on his thrift store couch, upholstered in a godawful fish scale pattern.
I sat close to him, squeezed his knee, and cocked my head a bit sideways in an 'I'm listening' gesture. "Tell me everything."
"Uh... it started on the ride from home to here, when mom sat on my lap in the back seat rather than sit in stony silence with dad in the front seat. And... well... that big booty of hers was kinda wiggling and bouncing from the rough patches on the road. Then my... stuff... got ha --"
"Stuff? THAT's your euphemism? Try 'penis'. Or 'dick'. Not gonna shock me."
"Fine. FINE. My dick got hard. Happy?"
"Sounds like your dick was plenty happy, sir."
***************
Five minutes later, I had scooted next to Lucas, our sides and thighs touching: "... and then, driving through Waco, when I was trying so hard not to cum in mom's pussy 'cause of all the noise I'd make, dad had to swerve to avoid someone's car damn near hitting us, and was cussing kinda loud. And that's when we both came."
"And dad didn't hear that? Or notice the scent of sex?"
"We tried to be as quiet as possible, considering. I think dad suspected, from the questions he kept trying to ask. 'Cept mom kept deflecting to the topic of him cheating on her." He looked in my eyes, worried. "So, TMI? Mad at me? Grossed out?"
I leaned my head against his chest. Inhaled his intoxicating scent, his part-woodsy, part-flowery cologne melding perfectly with the fragrance of his skin. My heart beating madly, I looked up at his handsome face. "I could never be mad at you, big brother."
He put his arm around me. Hugged me. "Thanks for understanding."
I could feel my pussy getting wet from the delicious contact with the most desirable man I'd ever known. "Do you think mom is attractive?"
"I love her curves. And her voice. She's beautiful."
"Do you think I'm pretty? I mean, not like mom, of course, but --"
His eyes grew soft, and his pupils dilated even more. "You're fucking gorgeous. The sexiest woman I know."
"Please don't lie to me like that. I know you're trying to be kind, but I'm pretty big --"
"I fucking LOVE your curves. Why do you think I'm exaggerating when I'm telling you exactly how I feel?" A little heat in his voice. Not quite offended at having his veracity questioned.
"I -- uh -- do you know how many times kids in high school called me 'fat ass' and 'four eyes' and the N-word? And worse?"
"Fuck those ignorant jack--" He paused, reining in his temper at me being mistreated. "If I had a machine to create the sexiest, most desirable woman, tailored to my exact taste... she's come out looking and sounding and acting just like you."
"Really?" I was trying not to cry. Not entirely succeeding.
He gently wiped the tear off my cheek. Kissed the spot where he'd interrupted its progress. He whispered, "It's such a shame you're my sister." Stroked my hair, his fingers slowly rubbing across the black loose curls I wished were straight and light blond like his hair. "You've got such perfect hair. So soft and curly. Bet woman get hair envy, seeing you."
Ohmygod, I thought. All these moments I wasted, wishing I looked different... when he wants me just the way I am.
"Kiss me," I whispered.
"I can't," he said, his eyes so sad,. "You're my baby sister. I can't hurt you like that."
"Do you want to know what my birthday wish was?"
"Sure. Tell me."
"How 'bout I show you?"
" 'K."
"KISS me."
His eyes widened. "Oooohhh."
I flashed my eyes. "Still not a kiss."
He leaned down, brushed his lips against mine, like soft pink pillows you could sink into.
I slid my hand around the back of his neck, gently pulled him closer for a proper kiss. When he gave me that velvety caress of skin on skin, lingering this time, I parted my lips and teased him with my tongue, slowly sliding and licking and pushing between his softness, into his hot mouth.
His tongue met mine. Danced with mine in an eternal moment I wanted to never end.
I paused the kiss long enough to whisper, "Whatever I do to you, do to me."
He nodded. "OK, birthday girl." His hungry mouth reclaimed mine.
My heart hammering wildly at this invitation, I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. My hands roamed over his hard masculine torso. I kneaded the six pack muscles of his abdomen, then I felt up his hard pecs while lowering my mouth to a hard nipple with tiny pink areolas.
Lucus lifted my sundress over my head and tossed it aside, leaving me in just a black bra and underwear. His strong hands squeezed the brown skin of my soft belly and sides, his fingernails scratching and whispering oh so sexily over my skin. He unhooked and slipped off my bra, then cupped my full heavy breasts, sending a thrilling jolt into my head while my pussy got even wetter.
I leaned my head back, baring my neck, submissively signaling my vulnerability. He licked and sucked my breasts, so unlike his pecs, soft large globes with big dark brown areolas, and large erect nipples that looked like twin oversized clitorises. His mouth roughly latched onto a nipple, causing me to gasp with pain and oh so much pleasure as he bit and sucked like a baby would.
"My baby," I murmured, stroking his straight dark blond hair. "Ooooh, yes."
He bit harder, causing me to cry out then sigh. He sucked and nursed, one breast then another, endless minutes of joy and pain.
His wicked green eyes watched my arousal spiral. His mouth moved off my breasts to sample the softness of my throat, then the curve of my clavicle and my shoulder, causing me to shudder with pleasure.
In my excitement at the unpredictable roaming of his lips, I found my hand, unbidden, unzipping his jeans and freeing his hardness. I squeezed his thick shaft and his cockhead, rubbing his precum over the soft skin of his helmet.
His hands reciprocated by roaming up my thighs. A quick cry escaped my lips as he slipped a hand under my panties to cup my plump pubic mound, touching my wetness, rubbing and teasing my pussy lips. I trembled and moaned as his long fingers slid into the hot wet velvet of my vagina, ready to be taken, his fingertips pressing against my hymen.
He looked at me, puzzled, as if he'd never touched inside a virgin, didn't understand the unexpected resistance.
I moaned. "Stand up."
He looked puzzled, but complied.
I sank to my knees before him, never breaking eye contact. Yanked his jeans and underwear down to his ankles, then lifted his reluctant legs one at a time and took off the bunched up clothing, leaving him naked.
He looked stunned at this forceful undressing, even though you'd think he'd have anticipated reciprocation after he'd casually stripped me down to just panties. "Uhh... Ciara... you really shouldn't..."
"Part of my birthday wish," I whispered.
He blinked. "I... uh..."
Since that wasn't a 'no', I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cockhead.
"Jesus! Fuuuck!" he said.
"Take control. Guide me inside. Please."
He stared at me, speechless, then slowly stroked my hair.
I looked up at him, wanting him so much, my heart hammering so hard it felt as if it would burst out of my chest. Waiting for his consent.
His big hand slowly, almost reluctantly, grasped the back of my head while the other hand caressed my cheek, his fingers still wet from my vagina. He gently pushed my head forward, an invitation rather than a command.
I wanted him inside me so much. I opened my mouth and enveloped his cockhead, my hand still kneading his shaft and preventing him from going further inside. Teasing him.
In that sexy perfect moment, his musky oh so male odor intoxicating me and mingling with the scent of my pussy on his fingers, I felt so much love for my big brother. I wanted to give him my body, give him all the pleasure I could offer. My tongue and lips slid over his big mushroom head. Looking naughtily into his gorgeous eyes, I swallowed his deliciously salty precum and sucked harder. Wanting more.
His eyes widened at this preview of what I wanted to do for him. His hands gave me the slightest pressure on my head, and I released my blocking hand from his shaft and slid all the way down to the base, deepthroating him.
I'd never done this before -- my skillfulness stemmed from a theoretical knowledge gained from watching 'how to' porn videos. I'd started college when I was barely at the age of consent in Texas, and I'd seemed younger yet with my baby face looks. And for those few men - boys, really - who might have been recklessly undeterred by my dangerously young looks: my conspicuously feminine curves, dark skin and nerdy shyness kept the pursuers down to a manageable number, easily rebuffed.
And, of course, I was in love with Lucas. It would have felt like cheating, letting another man inside me. Was that weird and wrong? I didn't fucking care -- I wanted to be true to my feelings, instead of surrendering to the tyranny of society's inflexible rules meant to prevent inbreeding. Even though Lucus and I looked like opposites - I had gotten my parent's short dark tropical genes, he had received their tall paler European genes. Effectively an interracial couple, the opposite of inbreeding.
Or was that just me rationalizing breaking a taboo, surrendering to my desire and lust for my brother?
As my mind roamed down the rabbit hole of the convoluted causes of my virginity, narrating for my imaginary audience the autobiography I was mentally composing, I kept bobbing my head up an inch or so of his shaft, then taking him all the way back into my throat. I was involuntarily gagging from the deepthroating, and a couple of tears slid down my cheek.
"Fuck! Please stop. I didn't mean to hurt you." Lucus looked distraught.
I reluctantly slid all the way off his shaft. I gasped for air, then softly said, "I'm not crying because I'm sad. It's because I'm happy. I've wanted this so much." And also because of the deepthroating, but I decided to omit that jarring detail.
"From wanting to give... a blowjob?"
I blinked at him. Every now and then he could be a bit thick, emotionally. "To give YOU that pleasure. I'm crazy in love with YOU..." Diplomatically, I left off the exasperated '... idiot' that would have completed the sentence.
"I love you too, sis."
His penis had wilted a bit from all the talkage, so I wrapped my plump lips around his cockhead and flicked my tongue on the underside to quickly bring him back to full hardness. I took my mouth off while gently kneading his balls. "Is there anything... extra... I can do that you want?"
Lucus moaned. "Oh my god, that feels amazing. It's your birthday wish... you can do anything you want to me."
"ANY thing?" I said, a wicked gleam in my eye. I'd watched a LOT of how-to porn videos. I knew... stuff.
"Yeah."
"Role play I'm your girlfriend. Tell me what you want."
"Can I... cum in my sweet girlfriend's mouth?"
I took him back in my mouth. "Umm-hmmmm," I said, plunging and taking him all the way inside my throat while squeezing his balls. Wanting so much to make him cum, make him my boyfriend, if only for the night.
Lucus gave a strangled moan. "Fuuuuck. Yes. Like that. Hum some more."
"Mmmmmmmmmrrrrhh," I obligingly growled onto his enveloped dick. I looked up at him as I clenched my throat on his shaft, kneading him -- milking him -- with those muscles.
"Oh, fuck, keep that up and you're gonna make me cum, baby. Can I cum in my girlfriend's mouth?" He grabbed my head with both hands and started facefucking me, growling and moaning and grunting oh so sexily, never breaking eye contact. "Is that too rough, baby?"
I grabbed his bare buttocks with the hand not holding his balls, and helped him thrust, since a verbal answer was out of the question. I felt and heard him get close to an orgasm as he roughly facefucked me. Oh, it felt so good to be taken like that by my boyfriend, my pussy throbbing and wet.
I gave him a wicked look and took my free hand off his buttocks, since he didn't need coaxing any more to fuck my face. I slicked up a finger with the excess saliva and precum oozing out of my mouth onto his plunging shaft...
then jammed the finger between his cheeks and into his butt.
He gave a startled look and yelped, then grunted and said "Oh. My. Fucking. God." He came in my mouth, hot spurt after spurt of jism filling me.
I gazed lovingly into his eyes. Swallowed his salty sweet cum with just a tang of coppery acridness, taking him, making a part of him mine.
All mine.
"Fuck yes, swallow it baby. Oooohh, so good. Fuuuck."
I took my finger out of his butt as I stole all his cum, milking the last dregs of it out of his cock after he finished spurting.
He stroked my hair and my cheek lovingly as I swallowed most of the remaining cum, saving a little surprise gift for him. His strong hands were no longer being rough now that I had satiated him. "That was so... nasty and hot and amazing. Such a good girlfriend."
"Mmmm." I stood up, then tilted my head to be kissed. He leaned down and accepted my kiss, letting me dominate him now. I slid my tongue inside his mouth and returned the bit of his cum I had saved for him. I felt him jolt and stiffen in momentary surprise, then relax and accept my gift.
Our tongues and lips caressed each other for a long time as I pressed my panties-clad body against his nakedness and hugged him tight. I whispered in his ear, "You make a pretty good boyfriend."
"Only pretty good?" he murmured back.
"Mmmm. Pick me up and carry me to your bed, and maybe I'll upgrade you. If you accede to all my twisted desires."
He grabbed my large buttocks, a soft layer of padding over my strong butt muscles, and lifted me up. "Anything you want, sis."
"ANY thing?" I wrapped my legs around his waist and resumed kissing him as he staggered toward the bed.
"Any gotdamn thing you want, baby," he said between kisses, then roughly tossed me onto the bed. I bounced once, laughing.
"How 'bout you start by licking and sucking my clit, the way I did you?"
He yanked down my panties and tossed them aside, leaving me naked as I opened my legs for him, inviting him to give me pleasure... lust in his eyes... or maybe love?
Embrace the power of 'and', I thought as he buried his face into my musky, sopping wet black pussy hair, my heart pounding with delight...
I opened my thighs wider. "Oooohhh, fuuuck," I ordered, as his tongue lapped and slid over my dark labia, my hands gripping the hair on his head, gently urging him upwards, demanding "More more MORE!"
He looked over the top of my brown belly, his handsome green eyes crinkled in amusement at the pleasure he was giving his little sister, and kept licking.
"Fuuuuck! Oooh, god, fuck me!"
He kept licking, his tongue now flicking slowly on my clit, teasing me, making my curvy body jolt with each touch on my Button O' Joy, as I had recently... as in, just now... nicknamed that tiny yet vital part of my anatomy.
Naming my clit was part of this weird propensity I have to compose imaginary dirty stories in my head while masturbating or, in this case, finally getting to have sex with my brother, pretending I was narrating those stories to a bunch of imaginary readers. As if anyone could actually get into my head like that -- thankfully not, seeing as how I'm such a slutty girl in my head, my normally demure exterior notwithstanding.
My brother kept flicking his tongue on my clit, causing me to writhe and moan insatiably.
Slightly frustrated at this miscommunication, I said, "Fuck, damn it! As in, fuck me now..."
He looked up at me, startled, having mistaking my repeated 'fuuuucks' as a commentary on his laudable oral skills... rather than a direct order requesting immediate action.
"... with your dick. In my pussy," I elaborated, since he still hadn't complied with my naughty, forbidden birthday wishes. He can be endearingly thick sometimes.
He climbed on top of me, his hard muscular body pressing against my receptive feminine curviness, then kissed me with his soft pillowy lips. It felt sooo good, getting kissed by the man I've been madly in love with since puberty. I slipped my tongue inside and caressed his tongue, letting the kiss linger in a long timeless moment of bliss I didn't want to end.
His stiff thick prick was rubbing against my soaking wet pussy lips, teasing me. I reached down to help guide him inside, but he gently grasped my wrist to stop me.
"I can't go inside, Ciara. You're my sister. That's... wr--"
I shut up his protests by kissing him, my tongue roaming around, slowly licking, asserting ownership of my birthday-wish-boyfriend's mouth. He submitted by giving a lingering kiss in return.
"Does THIS feel wrong to you?" I helpfully illustrated the flaw in his logic by giving him another, more heated kiss while thrusting up with my hips, then gasping when that caused his cockhead to slide against my clit. "Oh. Oh! Keep doing that!"
He obligingly began rubbing the underside of his cockhead against my clit, over and over, while I shuddered and moaned and bucked against him. Wanting him inside me NOW, but rendered momentarily wordless by the lightning bolts of pleasure flashing through my head as he released a deluge of lovely endorphins. Gasping for breath. Loving him. Needing him.
My brother was breathing hard too, his pupils dilated with lust, the tantalizing smell of his musk and mine flooding the air as his body trembled from wanting my slippery wet pussy, while his head said 'no'. "I... I can't risk getting you pregnant, sis. That's... taboo." He stopped teasing my clit, his athletic body frozen in place, his eyes stricken at denying me my birthday wish.
"I took the Pill." I freed my wrist from his hand, and reached between our hot sweaty bodies, grasping his cock and positioning it for entry, but needing consent first before bucking upwards to envelope his hardness.
"Uh... that can still go wrong."
"Will you fucking stop being so timid and considerate?" I reached around and grasped his firm buttocks, and pushed down gently, encouraging him to submit to my lust.
I felt his hard butt muscles tense as he resisted. "Please. I don't want to hurt you, sis. I love you so much."
"It won't hurt that much." I wrapped my arms and legs around him, enveloping him with my soft luscious body, so ripe and inviting, and kissed him to shut up all his fucking objections to the inevitable.
Guys. Thinking they're the ones in charge of choosing a mate because they're all strong and stuff, when at most they have a veto. And usually not even then, since their dicks are reaaally bad at vetoing sex. It's kinda cute, their delusion of being in control, but exasperating on the rare occasions like this when they insist on being gentlemanly, instead of just... manly.
I felt the moment when his body surrendered, consenting, then he tried to gently slide inside me. He looked puzzled at the unexpected resistance. Pushed harder.
I flinched when he broke my hymen. It hurt more than I thought it would.
He stopped pushing, halfway inside me. His eyes went wide when he realized what had happened. "Uh... a virgin? How?"
"When a girl loves a boy very much, and fends off the hordes of horny guys trying to fuck her..." I said, deadpan.
He stared into my eyes, oblivious to the loving sarcasm. "You... you've been waiting... for me?"
I started thrusting my body at his cock: "Yes! I love you so much." I hugged him tightly to my body, my arms wrapped around his neck, my legs around his waist. His stiffness was now fully enveloped by my oh so wet and slutty cunt. I didn't want to ever let him go, gazing into his eyes with adoration. I whispered, "Take me. Fuck me now!"
He began sliding into me, slowly at first, then picking up speed to match the rhythm of my hips rocking up into him and setting the pace. I lifted my right leg up onto his shoulder so I could submit further -- so he could penetrate deeper. I loved the feel of his hot stiffness filling me again and again as my enveloping vagina flooded him with slick liquids to urge him on. My heart hammered with passion and lust for the man I was crazy in love with, as I gasped for breath. My eyes never left his beautiful black dilated pupils with a sliver of green around the edges, a near total eclipse.
He lifted my other leg to a shoulder, leaving me joyfully submissive at giving him what he wanted -- needed -- bent almost in half with my thick dark thighs pressing against my curvy belly. A lovely contrast to the lightly tanned freckled skin on his muscular torso pushing me deeper into the soft mattress with each frantic thrust. I could hear his breathing become ragged with the nearness of another impending orgasm. An astonishingly short refractory period, considering he'd recently cum in my mouth as I knelt for him, swallowing for him, giving him every kinky thing he desired.
"Don't cum! Not yet!"
He considerately slowed down his thrusting. "Don't. Know. If I... can... stop, sis. So. Close," he said, the muscles on his face tight with his struggle to hold off his orgasm.
"Roll over!" I took control, helping flip him onto his back so I was astride him in cowgirl position, his penis still inside me. "Hold still. Don't cum in me. Not yet."
I held him down, my hands pushing down on his shoulders, my body not moving, until his face relaxed and his breathing slowed. I carefully resumed riding his hard shaft, sloooowww teasing strokes. "Yes, baby. Like that. Don't move your hips. Let your sister fuck you." It felt good, being in control of his body and his orgasm, having this strong handsome man submit to my wishes.
All those times riding horses suddenly relevant, the skillful control needed to tame a large semi-wild beast, much stronger than me, that wasn't particularly good at following instructions. Not to mention the lovely slithering of the pommel and horn against one's jeans-clad sticky bits.
I broke this musing to my imaginary audience and leaned forward, so my huge brown breasts with their big dark areolas rubbed and bounced against my brother's excited face.
"Mmmmphhh," he said, nibbling and sucking on a hard dark nipple that looked a lot like my clit, sending delicious tremors through my head, so much pleasure with a delicious leavening of pain from his overly vigorous bites.
I rode him faster, instructing him: "Nibble softer. Oooohh. That! Yes! Don't stop!"
He languidly licked and teased and sucked my breasts, sending tremors to my head and pussy, for a timeless delicious eternity. Then he gave me a wicked knowing look with his gorgeous heavy lidded eyes as his hand slid between us and rubbed my clit.
I began loudly cumming, my body shuddering with endless rolling waves of shallow orgasms, feeling a bit shameful at my voracious slutty reaction to his questing fingers and tongue and lips, but not wanting it to end, either.
"Don't stop!" I moaned. "Oh, god, yes, rub slooower, gentle, aaahhh..."
Eventually I put my hand on his, panting and wrung out. "Enough. For now."
He was still gazing at me, an amused look in his eyes. "Thought you'd never want to stop."
I bit my lip. "I'm such a slutty bad girl."
"Oh, no, you're such a good girl, cumming nonstop for me like that, sis," he said in a seductive deep growl. "Can you turn around and ride me reverse cowgirl?"
I looked at him silently, not wanting to say 'no', but... my butt is so b--
Softly: "I love your big wonderful booty, Ciara. It's perfect. You don't need to be self-conscious with me about being so damn sexy."
My heart pounding, I gazed at him with adoration for getting me like that, for knowing what I felt from just seeing the look on my face. For being so attuned and forgiving of my insecurities, born from all those years of being teased and derided for my curviness. Tossing all that mental rubbish away by making me feel beautiful and wanted.
I realized the silence was growing, well, not awkward, but...
"Umm, you don't have to sis, I --"
I silenced him with a soft touch of my finger to his lips, then turned around on his stiffness, not wanting him out of me for even a moment. I looked over my shoulder as his big strong hands began gently squeezing my buns.
"Fuuuck, you've got a perfect booty!"
I began slowly riding him, still watching him as he grunted and pushed his hips up and down in rhythm with me, his pubic hair tickling my butt each time I bottomed out on his rising shaft, his hands enthusiastically kneading my ample booty. I heard a soft slapping sound each time his hard lower belly muscles were caressed by my thickness.
I gradually fucked him faster as he made sexy moaning and grunting sounds indicating he was getting closer to cumming.
Suddenly he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me forward. I gasped with delight at his assertiveness as he rose up and manhandled me into doggystyle position, enjoying the sudden switch from dominance to submissiveness again.
My brother spread my legs further apart, and I felt his slightly hairy legs sliding against my inner thighs as he plunged his shaft balls deep inside my invitingly wet cunt. He showed his love for my curves by squeezing a dangling breast with one hand, and my opposite butt cheek with the other, making sexy guttural animal sounds as he fucked the hell out of me.
He pounded me so hard that I was gradually pushed into the mattress from his thrusts, until I was laying in prone position, arguably the most submissive position of all, with his heavy sweat-slicked muscular body pinning me down.
"You like me fucking you, sis?"
"God, yes!"
He reached under my hips with the hand that had been squeezing a buttock, and found my clit again. I squeaked with pleasure as I began cumming over and over again.
I felt so slutty and feminine and fulfilled, being submissively pinned down and fucked by my brother while I thrashed into his pummeling body and noisily came, my orgasms breaking in endless waves.
He responded with the sexy strangled sounds of an imminent orgasm that he was trying to pause, trying to make the fucking last just a bit longer...
... while I naughtily reached under my hips from the opposite side of his hand that was sliding over my pussy lips and clit and provoking my orgasms. Our fingers touched for a moment as I wet several fingers by sliding them into my pussy.
Misunderstanding, my brother tried to caress my fingers and guide them to join his quest to give me an endless orgasm. I turned my head and gave him a laughing wicked look as my fingers slipped back out from under me...
... and I reached behind me and jammed a pussy juice lubricated finger deep into his arsehole. Again.
Lucas gave a startled yelp and then noisily came hard, moaning and grunting and thrusting his prick all the way inside me, his body instinctively but futilely trying to escape as I fingerfucked into his ass all the way to the third knuckle.
A lot of noise and cum ensued.
Eventually my brother rolled off me and slapped my ass, sort of playfully but with what seemed to me like unnecessary vigor.
I rolled onto my side facing him, a faux innocent look on my face. "Whaaat?"
His eyes were sleepily hooded and slowly blinking, as he fought to stay awake despite the post-cum sleepiness obviously enveloping him. "Don't -- just -- fucking hell..." he said softly, like he was so tired he couldn't be arsed to properly pretend to be indignant.
"You pronounced 'Thank you, sis, you're the greatest ever!' wrong," I said, almost deadpan, my lips quirking up just a tad with amusement.
"Mmmmppph," he said, pulling me against his body to cuddle.
I snuggled up and kissed him gently. "Do you wuv me?" I said in a squeaky little girl voice, imitating a clip I'd seen online of a cute little black girl asking that question over and over to her slightly exasperated dad.
"I love you so much."
"Do you wuv me?"
"Yes!"
I paused just long enough to make him think I was done. "Do you wuv me?"
He shut me up by kissing me hard, hugging me tighter against him. Not that I wasn't enthusiastically returning the kiss, even while that fucking voice in my head kept narrating -- for the non-audience that wasn't observing -- this perfect moment I wanted to last forever.
The lingering kiss was joined by my tongue sliding inside and dancing against his. His beautiful eyes closed to slits, slowly succumbing to sleep.
I ended the kiss just as he was nodding off.
"Do you wuv me?" I whispered, a tiny corner of me still a bit insecure despite, or perhaps because of, the reassuring dampness of his cum that had leaked out of my pussy onto my brown thighs. A tiny bit worried that I had only started taking the birth control pills four days ago, when the package had said to wait a full week before having unprotected sex.
"I love you," my brother murmured, squeezing my big booty reassuringly. "You're so fucking sexy. Now can I get some sleep?"
"Mmmph," I said sleepily, hugging him tight.
A couple minutes later, he snored gently.
"You have no idea how much I love you," I whispered.
***************
I didn't intend to cum, loudly, while riding my brother's hard shaft in the back seat of a big black SUV. Especially while my mother, Aleja, drove.
Hmmm... guess that was an overly specific denial.
Take two. I didn't intend to car-ride my brother, Lucas, AT ALL. Much less with a parent a few feet away.
And I REALLY didn't foresee that turning into a threesome seduction with my brother and mom.
If all that seems TMI, bear in mind that I'm typing this one-handed on a laptop, into a story draft on Literotica, remembering, while I quietly jill off, rubbing my soaking wet pussy and clit...
Quietly, since my naked brother and mom are sleeping next to me on our king sized bed, my mom snuggled up to him from behind, her curves pressed against his strong back and firm butt, her smooth dark olive skin a lovely contrast to his paler, slightly freckled skin.
I don't intend to hit 'submit for publication' on this story, because * someone * on my college campus would figure out it was me, and then the 'coconut wireless' (aka gossip) would commence.
Then, passing strangers on campus would see through my shy, demure facade and know what a perverted slutty girl I actually am.
***************
This morning, my mom was driving my brother and me from Dallas to our house near Austin, in a big Toyota SUV she had bought for Lucas at a used car lot near his college apartment. It was a older Sequoia (a name just begging for sexual double entendres, but we're allegedly better people than that), but with an immaculate interior. It was the perfect starter car for my 19 year old brother (who'd recently totaled my parent's Lexus while driving it at over 100 miles an hour on I-80):
1) unlikely to break down much despite almost a quarter million miles on it
2) a massive amount of sheet metal between him and the questionable decision-making processes of a testosterone-poisoned brother who still hadn't internalized that he wasn't immortal
3) disposably inexpensive should situational stupidity result in a loud and violent demonstration of physics. Again.
Lucas and I talked non-stop in the back seat on the first part of the drive, a meandering conversation that turned into a spirited discussion of whether 'red' was a flavor when I got everyone a kolache, in the Czech village of West, while Aleja topped off the gas tank.
I opened the back passenger side door and got in, while Lucas took the seat behind mom. I reached forward and put my mom's kolache on a napkin on the center console.
"Thanks, Ciara!" Aleja pushed the button to start the big engine, and wheeled our SUV toward the access road running along the freeway. Once we were headed south again on I-35, she freed a hand from the steering wheel and took a bite of her snack.
Meanwhile, I handed my brother his kolache.
He took a bite. "Mmmm. Hot dead deer. Whatcha get for you and mom?"
"I got us red flavored fruit kolaches."
"Red ain't a flavor."
Offering him a bite of my kolache: "OK, then what flavor do you think this is?"
Chews: "Mmmhh. Hmm. Raspberry? Cherry? Strawberry?"
"Can't tell?"
"Tastes mainly like cane sugar."
"Soo... red flavored."
"You bought it. What kind did you ask for?"
"Pointed and asked for two of the red ones."
"RED ain't a flavor!"
"I identify as a 'red-kolache-eater'. Don't be a bigot and deny my lived experience."
Aleja began slowly weaving the SUV from side to side in her traffic lane.
"What's with the weaving?" I said.
"I've lost my will to live. What with you two squabbling about the definition of 'flavor'."
"Lucas' life will go a whole lot smoother once he accepts that I'm always right."
Mom said, "There's five words, Lucas, I'd like you to memorize, and use early and often if you get in an argument with your future girlfriend or wife."
"Hmm?"
"I'm sorry. You were right."
"What if she's wrong, and I'm right?"
"If you've married someone smarter than you --"
"A mighty low bar," I chimed in.
Lucas stuck his tongue out. "Ppppbth."
"... which I highly recommend -- she ain't gonna be wrong often," Aleja said. "Humble's a lot better look than confident but wrong."
Lucas looked at me, just a touch of a grin at the corners of his mouth. "I'm sorry. You're right, dear."
I scooted to the left on the bench seat, until our thighs touched. Put an arm over his broad shoulders. "Now try it without sarcasm."
Softer: "I'm sorry. You were right."
Wow. He's pretty good at faking sincerity.
I kissed his cheek. Felt a tingle in my pussy, remembering how we'd fucked the hell out of each other the past couple of days. Lucas flicked his eyes toward the driver's seat in front of him, then gave me a tiny shake of his head. A wordless, 'No. Try to behave'.
I gave him a wicked look and kissed him gently on the lips.
He didn't return the kiss, instead gave me a 'have you lost your gotdamn mind, mom is right there' stare.
I faux pouted, then leaned my head on his shoulder. Mmmmmm. He smelled so good.
Aleja said, "Wish to hell Cody had used these words every now and then. Maybe if he'd done that... oh, and not fucked every woman who'd let him... maybe I wouldn't have had to file for separation."
Lucas said, "Why are we visiting dad today, if you're so over him?"
"My lawyer said I should make an effort to reconcile, work out our differences, before he drew up and served Cody with the divorce paperwork. And to take along a witness or two... that would be you and Ciara... so it's not a 'he said / she said' thing."
I said, "You're actually planning on going back to Dad after he cheated on you with multiple skanks?"
"He said he's made up his mind to re-commit to our marriage. I think Cody meant it in the moment, but... he's a good looking guy with charm and lots of money. Plenty of women gonna want to take a run at him. And Cody can resist anything but temptation."
A long pause. "I've gotta give it a try. I read him the riot act - I've got zero tolerance for him cheating on me any more. One more strike and he's out."
Lucas and I exchanged a look. He finally said, "Ummm, speaking of cheating, mom... you and I kinda fuc--"
"Kinda?" I said. "My understanding was there was a whoooole lotta f--"
Aleja cut me off: "That's different. HE broke up with me. I was free to do whatever. If he's truly repentant -- I'm willing to give that whole 'til death do you part' thing one last try."
"Then you'll kill him?" I said, brightly.
"Metaphorically kill, of course," Lucas said. "The other way... soooo much paperwork and depositions. Totally not worth it."
"Whole lotta snark filling up that back seat," Aleja said. "We're gonna need a bigger truck to hold it all."
***************
I must have nodded off, still cuddled up to Lucas, sometime on the ride through the monotonous stretch of countryside between Waco and Temple.
And had a hot sexy dream where someone was rubbing my pussy, making me horny --
I sleepily opened my eyes.
Oh. Fuck.
My brother had a hand under my dress, and had slipped a couple fingers under my panties. He was caressing my tightly curled pussy hair and gently rubbing my wet pussy lips.
I whispered in his ear, "Can I help you?" Putting a little indignation into it.
He nibbled on my earlobe, sending a sizzling jolt into my head. I suppressed a moan.
He whispered back, "Maybe you could pull your panties down?"
I whisper-shouted: "I wasn't offering to help you grope me easier, dammit. Mom -- two feet away!"
He slipped a finger inside my traitorous vagina, which was helpfully slick by now. "I'll be quiet." He kissed my ear.
I strangled back a moan. "Fu-- How am I gonna be quiet when you -"
"Mmmm," he said, starting to finger fuck me. We were still whispering. "Want me to stop?"
"Yes!"
"Yes... as in keep doing... this?" He touched my G-spot.
"I meant stop!" My hips kinda undercut my negotiating position by wiggling to get his finger back on the spot. And succeeded. "Ggggrrrruuuhh," I growled into his ear.
"Guess I better stop then," he murmured, his deep sexy voice full of faux innocence, with just a hint of amused skepticism. He slooowly started to slide his finger out...
I grabbed his hand. "Don't you fucking dare stop!"
"Getting mixed signals, here, little sis." His finger resumed stroking my G-spot, while his thumb joined in by touching my clitoris. "Did you mean, 'Don't you fucking dare. Stop!'?"
I decided to shut up all this sassy backtalk. I slid my hand under the waistband of his shorts and underwear, and squeezed his cockhead.
His turn to smother a growl.
How the fuck was my mom oblivious to all this, even with us barely whispering to each other?
I turned my head and saw my big brother looking at me with those sexy bedroom eyes.
He leaned closer, teasing me by stopping with his lips maybe a millimeter short of mine. Forcing me to consent, if such an oxymoron makes any sense.
I felt a shock jump between the miniscule gap of our lips, like a tiny lightning bolt.
I kissed him. Softly. Then not so softly. Lucas' tongue licked at my lips, asking for entrance.
I gave him my consent, licking back. I opened my lips, and he teased me by slowly sliding his tongue over them, like he was licking my pussy lips, and then flicking his tongue against mine, pretending it was my clit. I grabbed his hair impatiently and pressed our faces together closer, forcing his tongue to penetrate me, making him implicitly promise to give my wet pussy what it desired.
What it needed.
My heart was hammering as his tongue caressed mine. The kiss lingered, a timeless bliss as our tongues slowly caressed and teased and aroused.
I slid my hand down his strong torso, stroking and squeezing his pecs -- gently pinching his nipples -- then feeling up the six-pack of his abs.
When my hand reached his stiffness, squeezing it through the fabric, he oh so softly moaned and tugged at my panties.
I lifted my hips, surrendering to the moment, and let him slide my panties over my curvy brown thighs, the silk caressing my skin as Lucas pulled them down to my ankles.
We probably won't get caught, I thought, as I reciprocated, tugging down his shorts. I had to admit, Lucas' recklessness was exciting. His cock was stiff and warm as my fingers enveloped and stroked it, a bit of precum on the pink tip of his engorged violet red mushroom head.
My brother grabbed my hips, and his strong arms lifted me up a bit as he slid me onto his lap, facing away from him. His stiffness cuddled against my well-padded buttocks.
"You got such a fucking sexy big booty." Still whispering, oh so quietly, but with an undertone of urgency. He kissed the back of my neck, while sliding the straps of my blue dress off my shoulders. The dress slid down and bunched around my waist. This revealed my sheer see through black lace bra that darkened my large breasts with their big brown areolas.
I heard him suppress a gasp of delight as he caressed their plump voluptuousness. My dark nipples hardened as he touched them through the thin fabric of my lingerie, then he twisted them a bit, giving a delicious touch of pain to contrast with all the pleasure.
Do you want to ride me sis?"
"Maybe," I said, not really selling the reluctance, since I was gently wiggling my buttocks against his hard manhood and rhythmically squeezing my strong gluteal muscles.
His hands trailed down my sides, unhurriedly squeezing and tickling the curves on my sides as his fingernails scratched and tickled my skin, just the way I like it. The way I'd taught him. He rubbed and kneaded my round belly, as I momentarily wondered if he was turned off by my figure -- another random drive-by insecurity. But then I realized he was touching my softly padded belly lovingly, in the exact same way he'd squeezed the voluptuous womanly curves of my heavy brown breasts, and I knew he loooved those. And my thoroughly unfounded doubts about him wanting me, desiring me exactly as I am, flitted away, dispelled by his deep growly lustful voice whispering in my ear.
By then Lucas was gently squeezing my ass. "Mmmm. Ohmygod, you have a perfect butt. So big and sexy."
I felt heat surge through my loins, my body responding to this compliment, my head awash with delicious love-chemicals. Knowing that the man I adored was so mindful and sensitive about my insecurities about my ripe lush figure. Leaving me feeling oh so desired and loved. I leaned my head back and turned it so Lucas could resume kissing me. As his tongue caressed my lips, he gently tugged up on my soft buns, more of an invitation than a command.
I eagerly raised my butt up, wanting him inside me so much, and felt him reaching under and guiding his stiff cock to my soaking wet slit. Rubbing it against my dark pussy lips. Trying to tease me.
Fuck this teasing, I thought. "I need you inside me. NOW!" I swiftly sat down onto his lap, enveloping his hardness, taking him all the way inside me. Making him, for the moment, part of me. Oooohhh, it felt so good, endorphins flooding my head with lovely skyrockets of pleasure. And not just from the physical sensations, but from the emotions of feeling the man I've been madly in love with for years reciprocating that love, fulfilling our mutual passion by sliding deep inside my receptive wet cunt.
A few small traitorous parts of my mind whispered that this was really bad, fucking my brother, but the overwhelming majority of the clamorous multitudes inside my head gave that unsolicited advice the Strong Ignore it deserved.
I began slowly riding Lucas, flexing up a few inches then pushing him back inside me, as his hips rose to meet my thrusts, surrendering to the silky slickness of my tunnel. Giving himself to me.
He pulled me back into his muscular chest, holding me tight, whispering in my ear how much he wanted me, how he loved his sexy curvy little sister. His voice was tight with an impending orgasm, a sound I had grown familiar with over the past week as he took my virginity, and then fucked me or had me suck and tease him with my mouth, several times a day. A crash course learning to please him, and letting him please me. Eighteen years of sexual drought, wanting and waiting, until I summoned the courage to smash the taboo, rejoicing in a flood of lust and love, and reassuring cuddling afterwards.
"Slow down," he whispered. "I wanna make it last."
I rode him a bit faster. "Ain't about what YOU want," I gasped.
"I'm sorry. You're right, dear," he murmured, sounding almost like he meant the apology, but a little frisson of amusement giving him away.
"Good boy," I said in much the same voice you'd use on an adorable semi-bright Yorkie puppy. If you were inexplicably praising said puppy while getting fucked hard by your brother in the back seat of an SUV rocketing down I-35, with your mother at the wheel, your voice heavy with lust and love.
I have a lot of weird thoughts.
"Touch me," I moaned. "Rub my clit. Make me cum too."
His fingers started working their magic, touching and tapping and rubbing my labia and hood and clitoris. I felt a pang of jealousy about the women he'd perfected this craft with, but then thought, nah, they're gone. He's MINE.
I rode Lucas faster. "Are you mine, baby?"
"All yours, sexy."
I thanked him by squeezing my cunt muscles around his thrusting shaft.
"Fuuuck, I'm gonna cum," Lucas murmured, his breath hot and steamy inside my ear. "Keep doing that!"
"Anything for you, baby."
"Can I cum in you? Do you want all my hot sticky cum deep inside you?"
"Yes! I want it now!"
He changed gears and sloooowly rubbed my clit, the gentle touch I'd taught him to use over the past week, rather than the roughness of a boy unfamiliar with, or uncaring about, what gives a woman pleasure. I began to cum, oh so quietly, over and over. Waves of orgasms washing through my shuddering insatiable body.
My brother growled softly in my ear and came too, thrusting deep inside me and then halting, his shaft completely enveloped by my tight wet cunt. Shooting pulse after pulse of warm sticky cum deep into my womb. Surrendering all of his cum, giving part of himself to me.
We lay there together, afterwards, quietly gasping for breath.
How in the hell did Aleja not notice us fucking while she drove? I thought. She's right th--
I heard Aleja quietly clear her throat.
We froze.
"Ciara? Lucas?"
Oooohhh, fuck, here it comes... ohgod ohgod--
In a deceptively mild voice: "You're not nearly as discreet as you might imagine."
I was frantically trying to parse her tone of voice -- did I hear anger? Bemusement? The fuck do I say now...
Lucas said, cautiously, "Ummm... are yooou--"
"It would be so ironic and hypocritical if I said you shouldn't have done... that... when I literally recently fucked you by riding you -- in the back seat -- while a parent was driving." After a couple seconds of stunned silence, she said, "You know about all that, yeah?'
"He told me all about you two having a lot of sex before my eighteenth birthday party, when we... uhh..."
"Started fucking like bunnies?" Lucas said, brightly.
"Really?" I said. "THAT's how you want to describe it?"
"Fine. FINE. Started * making love * like bunnies."
An awkward silence ensued.
"Look," mom said. "You're adults. And I knew you two were having sex -- I could see how you've been looking at each other, and gently touching and holding hands when you thought I wasn't looking. As if I'd miss that."
I stared at the back of mom's head, since she seemed focused on keeping her eyes on the road for safety, rather than turning around to glance at us while going 80 MPH or so down I-35. Or maybe it was easier for her to talk about this incredibly awkward subject if she didn't have to look at us.
"I get it," mom said. "The attraction between you two. Dark and short and curvy versus fair-skinned and tall and muscular. And such obvious chemistry together... same as what your dad and I had. But -- you're still brother and sister. There's a reason it's taboo. You ought to date other people."
I felt some of Lucas' cum trickling out of my pussy, as I turned and looked in his eyes and saw so much love there.
Mine, I thought. MINE. Not gonna give him up. No way.
"We --" I started to say, at the same time Lucas said, "Fuck, no."
I motioned with my hand -- 'Go Ahead.'
He flicked his head left then right -- 'No, You.'
While we were silently negotiating who should speak, Aleja jumped in: "Despite those articulate rebuttals, I'm asking you to accept that I know what's right for you."
Lucas rolled his eyes and weaved his head around, clowning it up to express a dissenting opinion. "OK, mom. Completely theoretically and hypothetically, let's stipulate that I'm going to obey you and date other college girls. How do you think they'll react if I emulate your principle?"
"Which principle?"
"Telling them that they should obey me, ordering them around, because I know better than them what's best for them?"
A really awkward and long silence ensued, while mom processed that.
"Fair enough. I apologize. I slipped into parent mode, instead of 'we're equals' mode."
"Dammit, quit spoiling a perfectly good argument by agreeing and being reasonable and other such underhanded tactics."
"I'll try to listen less and yell more," she said, deadpan.
"Now THAT's the spirit!" Lucas grinned.
"OK."
I waited for mom to elaborate. Nuffin'. "OK, as in I hear the words flying out of your piehole despite vehemently disagreeing, or OK as in..."
"OK as in, yes, you're adults. Do what feels right for you. I'll try not to be a fucking helicopter mom."
"Soooo..." I said to Lucas. "Are you?"
He looked puzzled. "Am I what?"
"You gonna try dating OTHER college girls?"
"Fuck, no." Not a moment's pause. "You're my boo."
"Awwww." I gently kissed him. "You're my bae."
He kissed back, more urgently.
I could almost hear mom's eyes rolling. "Fuck's sake," she eventually said as we started kissing more passionately. "Get a room."
***************
A bit later, Lucas and I were kissing and stuff. And by "stuff" I mean he was fingering my pussy and caressing my breasts, while I ran my fingers over the carefully trimmed three day stubble of his beard. Oh, and teasing him by trailing the fingers of my other hand along his upper thighs, not quite touching his manly sticky bits. His cock twitched and stiffened a bit as my fingers got dangerously close.
"Mmmmhhhh," he growled in my ear.
I kissed down the side of his neck, taking my time.
Lucas, extrapolating the probable trajectory of my lips, put a warm strong hand on the back of my neck and gently nudged down.
I put up some token resistance, not wanting to be hurried. He pushed a bit more firmly as my kisses trailed over his collar bone. I let him think he was in control until my mouth reached his right nipple. And nibbled and bit down, perhaps harder than strictly necessary, but one mustn't let the help get away with insubordination.
"Aaaahhh!"
My mom turned the radio off. "Uhhh... everything OK back there?"
I didn't answer, my mouth being otherwise occupied giving my brother's areola a semi-apologetic lick, circling his hard nipple then wrapping my lips around it as if it was a tiny little cock.
Promising him a reward if he let me take the lead.
"Urrrhhh... it's OK, mom," he said, his voice husky and a bit strained as my lips worked their magic.
"If you're doing what I think you're doing... you don't have to be quiet on my behalf."
"Ummm... thanks?"
"You can even be kinda loud. If you want."
Holy crap. Is she --
I took my mouth off my brother's nipple. "Are you... you know?"
"Touching yourself?" Lucas said brightly, ever the fucking diplomat.
The SUV began slowly weaving in the lane.
"Great," I said. "She's lost her will to live again."
Lucas put his hand on the back of my neck and oh so cautiously gave a symbolic nudge. "Keep kissing," he said, a bit too loud. "You know..." He paused "Down. To my large --"
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up!" I said.
"I apologize, Ciara," mom said. "I should have done something about his poor impulse control YEARS ago. But now he's too big to spank."
"Mom. Phrasing?"
"I'd be into it," Lucas said. "Think I've acquired a taste for it, what with being trained by my little sister with years of verbal abuse."
Fuck's sake, I thought. I bit his other nipple. Just enough to make him mad.
"Ow!"
"Don't be a widdle baby. You deserved that. Characterizing all that solid advice I gave you as abuse."
"You hear what I put up with?" Lucas said to mom, feigning indignation.
"Not gonna adjudicate your squabbles any more, since you're ostensibly grownups now. Evidence be damned," Aleja said, dryly.
I kissed down my brother's six-pack abs, then stopped, my lips hovering just above his swollen reddish purple mushroom head, blowing warm air over it. Inhaling the intoxicating musk evaporating off his skin down there.
Oooooohhhhhh. Smells SO good.
Lucas gingerly put his hand again on the back of my neck, obviously wary about the recently deployed weaponry of my teeth near his manly flesh. Not pushing, just resting it lightly... suggestively... trying not to get another warning nip. The top of his hand slowly brushed against my curly hair above the nape of my neck while he gently kneaded my skin there, trying to coax me southward to * his * curly hair.
I waited... waited... making sure he was a good boy who knew who was in charge here. All those years of training our family dog turning out to be almost directly applicable to training a different semi-wild beast. I mean, BJs instead of kibble, but the same principle.
Having made my point, I kissed the tip of his cock.
He groaned.
I lowered my lips so his smaller and more impetuous head was enveloped in the pillowy softness of my luscious lips. Full, sensuous lips made for enticing and then pleasing a man. Reveling in the warmth and soft flesh covering his stiffness, the taste of precum, the faint pulse and echo of his heartbeat as the blood kept pouring into his shaft, keeping it rigidly erect.
I rapidly flicked my tongue against his frenulum.
He moaned. "Ohmyfuckinggod, yes, sis! Keep licking below the head. Please don't stop."
The SUV briefly weaved, then straightened out.
Good thing we have dark windows on this SUV, I thought, slowly sliding my lips down his shaft. Seeking out the deliciously musky scent of his lust, as it grew stronger, my nose approaching the base. I let some accumulated spit trickle out as lubricant, as my fist enveloped the lower half of his long thick shaft, twisting my hand as I bobbed down then up again, my tongue slithering around and curling up at the edges.
"Fuck. FUCK! I'm gonna cum!"
I stopped. Waiting.
Lucas rapidly figured out that whole consent thing that he was spectacularly bad about sometimes. "Can I cum in your mouth, li'l sis? Pleasepleaseplease?"
I nodded my approval, in the sense of resuming my lips' loving embrace as I plunged up and down. I used my fist curled around his shaft as a backstop so he wouldn't be tempted to try and push such a long thick pole all the way inside. It would be too weird, not to mention dangerous, making gagging and slobbering noises from being throatfucked while mom was listening and driving fast. One of the rare downsides to him being so generously endowed. Peniswise. I mean, obviously not thinkingwise.
"Oh, fuuuck, I'm cumming! AAAAHH! AH! AH!"
Pulses of hot, salty, and slightly sweet cum with just a tang of bitterness shot into my mouth. I momentarily shut my eyes, the better to feel the scent and taste and touch of his pulsing cock giving me his sticky seed. Then I reopened my eyelids and gazed into his eyes, swallowing for him, watching the intimacy of this loving gesture turn him on. And wanting to take his essence into my body and own it. To make him mine.
"You're so beautiful," he said, his eyes and voice sincere.
My heart hammered with joy, an almost orgasmic flood of lovely chemicals in my head at this compliment. At being desired so much, utterly happy in that endless moment, wanting to give him anything -- everything -- to bring him bliss.
His orgasm was winding down, but his pulsing cock still gave me a few more ropes of cum to swallow for him, an impressive volume despite his earlier orgasm, the casual virility of youth.
When he finished, I gave his softening shaft a few more licks, our eyes still in loving contact.
He was sweaty and panting from the exertion, the phermones of his sexy scent filling the car, his eyes drooping with postcum sleepiness, but trying to stay awake for me.
I sat up, and snuggled my ripe curves against him. "Go to sleep, baby. It's OK."
He leaned back while scooting his butt forward, relaxing and laying into me, his head against my bare chest. His light brown hair tickled my cheek as I leaned down and kissed his forehead, leaving a trace of lipstick and his cum there.
I heard Aleja in the seat in front of me breathing a bit harder than usual, a touch of the scent of her arousal in the air.
I reached over the seatback and squeezed her shoulder. Silently thanking her for not killing us in a fiery overly dramatic crash, despite being immensely distracted by the growing heavy traffic in the northern suburbs of Austin.
She briefly touched my hand and squeezed it, giving thanks for the backseat festivities. For turning her on with the sounds and scents of the loving blowjob I'd just given her son. Then she put her hand back on the wheel, concentrating on keeping her and her precious cargo alive in the frenzied racecar pace of big city traffic.
***************
Lucas woke up a bit later from his sexnap. We pulled our clothes back on, and then bickered and teased and talked about random stuff. Aleja maneuvered past the downtown Austin skyscrapers to the right of I-35, then southwest into the hill country. Eventually we turned into our housing development.
"Slow down," I said. "Watch for deer. Hit 'em head on, those quick little bastards can wreck even a tank like this SUV."
"'I know how to drive," Aleja said. "But thanks for the unsolicited advice."
About a mile later, Aleja turned off the pavement and slowly entered the fire road into the greenbelt behind our house. The greenbelt was a patchwork of grassy areas and trees, mostly Ashe Juniper evergreens with a smattering of live oaks, all growing wild.
"Where you going, mom?"
"You'll see."
Halfway down the trail, she turned off the gravel onto the footpath leading to our house, slowly maneuvering around rocks and prickly pear cactus. A hundred yards or so off the trail, she turned off the truck's engine in a screen of trees behind our large back yard. Our house was visible through the leaves from two huge sprawling live oaks with branches almost touching the ground, and then the bars of the tall black wrought iron back fence that kept out deer.
We all got out of the SUV. Mom walked along the trail toward the back gate. Lucas and I looked each other, then followed.
"Uh, mom, why are we entering through the back door?" Lucas said.
"Phrasing?" I said.
"You wish I would do anal."
Hmmm..... I thought. Careful what you wish for, big guy.
"Hush," Aleja said. She opened the back gate, and handed her cell phone to me. "Lawyer said to start filming soon as we entered the property. Insisted on it being a surprise visit."
Lucas looked at me with raised eyebrows. I shrugged, turned on the video.
We walked along a flagstone path, approaching the two story tall back porch. I looked to the left into the master bedroom.
"Fuuuuuck," Lucas whispered.
Oh. My. God. I thought.
I turned off the flagstone path, walked quietly up to one of the windows looking into the master.
Filmed my dad fucking some skinny blonde doggystyle. Spanking her tight little arse.
"Gonna have to bleach my eyeballs after this," Lucas said.
"Shhhh," Aleja said, quietly unlocking the back door and easing it open.
We tiptoed inside, heading left through the two story high living room toward the master bedroom, hearing the sound of fucking grow louder. I kept filming this impromptu wildlife documentary.
The bedroom door was open.
Cody slapped the skank's reddened ass. She looked like she was at most in her early 20s, and was pretty much the physical opposite of Aleja. Like Cody had gone to some effort to find a shiny new fucktoy in an entirely different model. "Are you my bitch?"
"I'm your bitch, daddy. Fuck me hard."
"You want my hot cum in your slutty little ass?"
Hunh, I thought. Anal. Looks sorta painful and humiliating. Maybe that's the point? 'Cept the skank seems to be loving it.
Lucas had his cell phone out, snapping some pics, I guess for independent documentation. Or because he was a pervert. But, you know, in a good way.
I kept filming. "Hell of a lawyer you've got, mom," I whispered, as the self-admitted bitch begged for my dad's 'hot cum'.
Aleja cleared her throat. Loudly.
The loving couple's heads whipped around. My dad's eyes went wide. "It's not what it looks like... honey?"
"You got a girlfriend?" the skank asked, looking pissed.
"Many of them," mom said, in an ominously soft voice. "I'm his wife, by the way. For now. Before I divorce his sorry ass."
"You're MARRIED? You told --"
"Shut up," dad said.
By this time dad was scrambling to put on his clothes, while I filmed and my brother snapped more pics.
Mom took out a slip of paper and started reading, a wee bit of irony in her voice, "Cody, my lawyer advised me to ask you this question, in person: 'Are you ready and willing to recommit to our marriage, to beg forgiveness for your past adultery, and remain monogamous?' "
The question hung in the air. By now Cody was dressed, as was the skank, who grabbed her purse and stormed past us.
"For the record, Cody. Yes or no?"
"No," he admitted in a small voice. "I -- I'm sorry, uh..."
"No, I'm sorry," Aleja said. "Sorry I wasted so many years on you." She looked at me and Lucas. "But, at least two good things came out of the marriage."
She looked at Cody, who was blinking back tears. Remorse? Shame at getting caught? At his kids seeing this?
"You can stay in the house until we work out a divorce settlement. And don't even think of contesting it, and running up a huge legal tab. Split it fifty-fifty. Sound fair?" An edge to her voice, a Don't Fuck With Me tone.
Cody gave her a stunned look. Nodded.
She stared at Lucas and me. "You can stop filming now. Say goodbye to your dad, and then let's go."
Cody said, "I love you, Ciara. Lucas."
"I got nothing to say to him," Lucas said. He walked out.
I gave my dad a disappointed look. Shook my head. "Fuck's sake, dad. You gave up mom for THAT? Couldn't you at least show non-questionable taste when cheating on the alleged love of your life?" I turned to follow Lucas, mom trailing, not looking back.
***
It was a lot quieter trip back to Dallas. Lucas drove, since mom, who had stoically held it together as we walked back to the Sequoia SUV, lost it when she was out of sight from the house.
Like she couldn't bear to let Cody see her mourning the end of their life together. Crying too hard to have the calm alertness needed for rush hour Austin traffic.
Mom and I sat in the back seat. I held her. Let her cry it out. As the traffic thinned out around Round Rock, about forty minutes later, she reverted to Stoic Mom Mode.
It felt weird. Like full adulthood had been irrevocably thrust upon me after seeing my parents being just people. Ordinary flawed, fucked up people, same as me. That, and seeing Years Of Therapy stuff I would never be able to unsee.
***************
That night, we were drinking berry daiquiris on Lucas' couch in his apartment, Lucas sitting between mom and me. It was a surprisingly nice and tasteful couch that Aleja had picked out for him at a Salvation Army thrift store, to replace the piece of shite couch the landlord had generously loaned us until we could upgrade. It was an understated oatmeal color with finely woven soft fabric. Mom always had an eye for quality -- except, arguably, in her choice of a handsome and charming but fidelity-challenged-soon-to-be-ex-husband.
But, not to brag or anything, she got, like, one-and-a-half great kids out of that deal.
Fine. FINE. Two great kids... so perhaps even there she chose well, however sucky that relationship ended.
Mom sipped on her second daiquiri, then bit her lower lip, looking at my brother then me like she had something she wanted to say, but felt like it was too big of an ask.
"Mom," I said.
"Hmm?"
"Just say it. I can almost hear the squeaking of the wheels as you hamster-wheel about whatever the fuck's on your mind."
"Umm... would it be OK if I crashed on your couch for a few nights until I found an apartment here? Don't want to be in the same city as Cody, knowing he'll almost certainly be fucking a plethora of randos now that he's totally screwed the pooch with our marriage."
Lucas scrunched his eyebrows closer together with an Of Course You Can look. "Of course you can," he said, redundantly, as if mom somehow didn't possess the same ability to read people as I did, decades of evidence of those powers be damned. "Stay as long as you like."
"I don't want to interfere with the relationship you two have."
"I think we're close to Peak Surreal, mom," I said. "What's a teeny bit more?"
"Seriously. Maybe it's the daiquiris talking, but I think you and your brother have the same chemistry as your dad and I had. You even look like younger and better-looking versions of him and me. I get the attraction. I..."
I waited for her to finish the sentence. When the silence got a bit awkward, I said, "Just spit it out."
"Phrasing?" Lucas said.
"Hush, pervert" I said. "The adults are talking."
He stuck his tongue out at me. "Pppthhbbb!"
Aleja said, "If you two are quite done with that articulate repartee..."
"Yeesss?" I said.
"What I was getting at was... I think you two make a great couple. Taboos be damned. Go for it." She gave Lucas a wary look. "Don't you go fucking around on her and break her heart. If that's all this is to you, a bit of fun -- better say it now. Cause she's a beautiful person who's inexplicably been mistreated by men because of her luscious curves. God knows I dealt with enough of that bullshit myself."
Lucas looked exasperated. "First you tell me, date other women. Now you say the complete opposite."
"Don't deflect," I said.
"I don't want other women. I love YOU!" he said, not quite shouting.
In daiquiris, veritas.
"Awwww. I wuv you too," I said in a squeaky little girl's voice, because saying it straight felt too emotionally risky.
Lucas raised his eyebrows, like he was trying to figure out if I was being sarcastic.
"I love you, too," I said oh so softly. "You have no fucking idea how much I've loved you, ever since I was a kid."
There. Finally. The truth, I thought.
My mom and brother both stared at me, in the stunned silence.
Finally, Aleja nudged him at me. OK, more like shoved. "Hug her already, you idiot. Kiss her."
It started off as a semi-platonic peck of a kiss, then quickly escalated as Lucas got a semi in his shorts.
Mom quietly cleared her throat. "Umm, a private word, Lucas?"
He reluctantly extricated himself from our decidedly non-platonic embrace, then scooted over to the other end of the couch, next to mom.
She started whispering in his ear. Like I didn't have great hearing and could pick up on everything they said at such close range, no matter how low and discreet they whispered.
Or maybe that was Aleja's intent, to pretend privacy while ensuring I overheard everything. She could be devious. One of her better qualities, yeah?
"... 'cause you know Ciara's a bit insecure about her figure, even though she's a beautiful and sexy woman," I heard her whisper to Lucas. "So, kiss every part of her body you find sexy -- but don't fucking lie, skip over anything you're not as enamored with -- starting with her hair and down to her feet."
"Might get distracted midway down," Lucas whispered back.
"Keep it moving, Bucky, all the way to her feet."
" 'K."
Mom nudged-shoved him back toward me.
"Hey, Ciara..."
I raised my eyebrows and gave him my best faux innocent look, 'cause I knew he didn't yet know about my Secret Superpower O' Great Hearing. "Hmmm?" I tilted my head up, as if to resume our earlier kiss.
He ducked my lips, and kissed through my curly black hair to the top of my head. "I love your gorgeous hair. Like, lots of women must suffer Hair Envy."
Hmmm. A decent start. "Thank you, kind sir," I said in a squeaky girly voice, to deflect from the adoring look I was giving him.
He kissed my forehead. "And, despite your frequent insolence to your long-suffering brother, I love that wicked smart brain under all that lovely hair."
I wrapped my arms around his neck and gazed up at his handsome face. "Goooo ooon..."
He interrupt my loving look by kissing my right eyelid, then left, as I closed my eyes just in time. "Ohhh, and those perfectly symmetrical beautiful brown eyes of yours... I could look into them all day long."
He kissed my nose, startling me, since I'd always wanted a narrow button White Girl nose. "Such a cute nose."
My heart was hammering in my chest, said breasts I suspected would be next on the List O' Desirable Attributes.
Except he kissed my lips, softly. "And those beautiful large pillowy lips you can just sink into all day long... mmmm."
"Keep that up, sir," I whispered, "and I might sorta start liking you."
"Specially when I sink my cock between thos--"
Aleja cleared her throat in warning, as I gave him a gentle warning slap on the cheek, then shut him up with an extra helping of kisses. Even while admiring his boldness, in stand up comedic timing, not afraid to take risks for his craft. "Moving briskly along..." I said, my breasts tingling, ready for attention next.
He surprised me... again... by planting a flurry of light kisses on my cheeks, my dimpled chin, my ears... "You have a gorgeous face. So beautiful."
He worked his way down over the next few minutes, kissing everything -- shoulders, neck, arms, hands, breast and nipples (had to nudge him away at that point before things got derailed), my belly (to my surprise and delight -- thought if he'd skip anything, it'd be that)... and so on. Chastely detouring around my pussy -- (which made me feel a bit insecure -- the fuck?), and seemingly ending at my toes, after sliding down between my thighs, parting them to kiss the inner part en passant as he kneeled on the floor.
Before I could formulate a delicate inquiry about what the fuck was his problem with my pussy, he revealed his strategy, quickly rising up and burying his face in my by now sopping wet cunt. "Mmph'st da grtst puh-y 'ver," he said while yanking down my panties.
"Bet yer ass it's the greatest pussy ever." I moaned and grabbed his head with both hands, forcing his tongue inside me while spreading my legs wider apart. He responded by licking and sucking and tongue-fucking me.
I risked a sideways glance at mom.
She was staring at Lucas enthusiastically servicing me, biting her lower lip then parting her plump beautiful lips, a glazed look in her eyes. She caught my eye. "Should I... uh... give you two some privacy?"
Which is exactly the sort of inquiry one makes when not wanting to do anything of the sort.
I shook my head 'no'. "Stay and watch, mom. If you wa---aaaaah-nt!", a bit distracted by something incredible my brother was doing with his tongue and lips and, by now, fingers.
" 'K," she murmured. She gave me an unnecessarily apologetic look as she reached into her shorts and started pleasuring herself.
My impending orgasm boiled up in my well-licked cunt, and broke -- loudly. Like, screaming and scaring the neighbor's pets loudly. Wave after wave of orgasms, that slutty insatiable side I'd tried so hard to hide all these years. Needlessly. Not caring at this point that my mother was watching me cum like crazy, giving myself up to my slutty selfish pleasure. Shooting sidelong glances at Aleja furiously rubbing herself, trying so hard to get off, but her orgasm apparently inhibited by the loud and extremely close proximity of her children enjoying cunnilingus.
And then, in what seemed at the time like one of the most noble acts in my life, I gave up mindblowing pleasure to grab my brother's hair and yank him towards mom. "Lick her pussy. NOW!"
He gave me a What The Fuck look, but I'm stronger than it might appear -- my curvy figure hides strong muscles under all that feminine padding -- and so, faced with the choice between having his hair possibly ripped out by the roots, or sliding sideways on the couch and doing to his mother what he had just done to his sister...
For once, he chose wisely.
And received a lavish reward, as I laid down on the floor below Lucus and levered his hips over my face, so he could facefuck me while giving his mother head.
Which, given her rubbing of her pussy and cunt prior to my startling act of altruism, set off her orgasm.
This was the moment I discovered that I'd inherited my insatiable mindblowing multi-orgasmic ability from my mother...
And then an incestuous, seemingly utterly depraved threesome began, as my mother drowned her grief over her wrecked marriage by embracing her lovely slutty voraciousness with her children...
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I realized it was almost dawn, and I hadn't slept yet, and my fingers were sore from pounding out a summary of the events of one of the most surreal days of my life (while rubbing my well-fucked pussy) on a laptop that by now had a keyboard sticky with... stuff. From me. And my brother. And my mom.
Eh. I'll get to writing about the rest of the night later. For now, I'll hit the "Preview and Publish" button, do a quick polishing draft of the story so far.
Fuuuck. So sleepy.
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A few minutes later, I blearily reached out to hit the grey "Make Changes" button.
The one next to the blue "Submit For Publication" button.
I thought, lemme close my eyes just for a sec, then I'll make that last change... did I hit the right button... or was that the button ON the right?... whatever, it takes DAYS for those slow bastards to get around to publishing a submission, I got time to --
I fell asleep next to my naked, sweaty, sticky mom and brother.
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I didn't expect I'd be having threeway sex with my mother and sister, after seeing my dad cheating on my mom with some rando.
Hmm. That's an overly specific denial. Sooo... I didn't expect, or plan, to fuck my mother. Didn't expect to fuck my sister, either. And really, REALLY didn't expect to wind up in bed in a puppy pile with them at my college apartment.
I can just hear Ciara chime in that I don't anticipate stuff 'cause I'm super bad at planning. And thinking in general.
I put up with her frequent insolence because I kinda like my sexy little bratty sis. As you might have surmised by that 'Me And Her Fucking' thing.
I could try to blame it on the daiquiris, but I'm a terrible liar.
Anyhow, I was sitting between mom and sis, on the couch in my apartment near my college in Dallas. Or as Ciara liked to call it, 'our apartment', since she moved in with me after we started fucking on her eighteenth birthday. It seemed unwise to disabuse her of the notion.
We were all drinking berry daiquiris. This was several hours after the 'Need to Bleach My Eyeballs to Block Out the Memory' incident where we all caught my dad fucking yet another skinny skanky blond at our house in Austin. And after we invited mom to move in with us for the time being.
Then mom suggested I might be thinking of fucking my sister and then dumping her when the novelty wore off: "If that's all this is to you, a bit of fun -- better say it now. Cause she's a beautiful person who's inexplicably been mistreated by men because of her luscious curves. God knows I dealt with enough of that bullshit myself."
Wow. She actually thinks I want to cheat on Ciara? After watching my dad, just hours ago, torch the remnants of his marriage by humping yet another slut? "First you told me, date other women. Now you say the complete opposite?"
"Answer the damn question," Ciara said. " Do you want to date other women?"
"I don't want other women. I love YOU!" I blurted out, not thinking.
Hunh. Maybe I mixed those daiquiris a bit too strong.
It got super silent and awkward.
Ciara looked like she was trying not to cry. "Awwww. I wuv you too," she finally said in this high-pitched little girl's voice.
I raised my eyebrows. Was that, like, understated sarcasm? Or deflection? Or... does she --
"I love you, too," she said, softly, back to her usual voice, a sultry sexy lioness' purr, if said lioness had a Southern drawl. "You have no fucking idea how much I've loved you, ever since I was a kid."
Wow. I'm really bad at mindreading. How'd I miss that?
Mom glanced at her, then stared at me. Raised her eyebrows expectantly, like my mindreading powers had suddenly gotten way better in the past five seconds.
The silence lingered. I turned my palms upward, and silently mouthed 'What?' at Aleja.
Mom pushed me against Ciara. "Hug her already, you idiot. Kiss her."
I gently wrapped my arms around my sister's waist. Kissed her.
Mmmm. Feels so good. God she smells wonderful.
My Wild Penis (as I've affectionately nicknamed that body part, since it ignores social conventions or appropriate demeanor), never one to read the room well, started rising to the occasion.
Mom quietly cleared her throat. "Umm, a private word, Lucus?"
I tried to break the hug, but Ciara was hanging on tight, like she didn't want the moment to end. So I put my hand on her chest -- fine, technically her right breast, and a wonderfully squishy one it is (for some weird reason, that thought about her breast popped into my head with an Irish lilt) -- and gently broke the hug. I scooted over to the other side of the couch by Aleja.
She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I think you should try this, 'cause you know Ciara's a bit insecure about her figure, even though she's a beautiful and sexy woman: Kiss every part of her body you find sexy -- but don't fucking lie, skip over anything you're not as enamored with -- starting with her hair and down to her feet."
"Might get distracted midway down," I whispered back.
"Keep it moving, Bucky, all the way to her feet."
" 'K."
Mom nudged-shoved me back toward her.
"Hey, Ciara..."
She raised her eyebrows. "Hmmm?" She tilted her head up and parted her lips, inviting another kiss.
I kissed her curly black hair instead, feeling it tickle my lips, then forayed inward, pressing my lips against waves of heat from the top of her head. Like her massively smart brain was working overtime here, overheating as she thunk smart thoughts. Or deviously plotted her seduction of me, even though she had me at, 'I've loved you, ever since I was a kid.'
She's a hard one to read sometimes. "I love your gorgeous hair. Like, lots of women must suffer Hair Envy."
"Thank you, kind sir," she said in a squeaky little girls voice. Deflection. Again.
I kissed her forehead. "And, despite your frequent insolence to your long-suffering brother, I love that wicked smart brain under all that lovely hair."
She wrapped her arms around my neck and gazed up at me with this adoring look. "Go on..."
I kissed one of her eyelids, then the other, her eyes closing just in time. "Ohhh, and those perfectly symmetrical beautiful brown eyes of yours... I could look into them all day long."
I kissed her adorable wide but little nose. "Such a cute nose."
Then her lips, softly. "And those beautiful large pillowy lips you can just sink into all day long... mmmm."
"Keep that up, sir," she whispered, "and I might sorta start liking you."
I couldn't resist making the joke, risks be damned -- the words just heedlessly flew outta my mouth: "Specially when I sink my cock between thos--"
Mom made this warning throat clearing noise. Ciara gave me a symbolic warning slap to the cheek, then a bunch of semi-apologetic quick kisses.
"Ow," I said, though she hadn't hurt me at all.
"Don't be a baby. Moving briskly along..." my sister said.
I figured she expected me to go next to her breasts. But, rule number four of seduction: keep 'em off balance. So: a flurry of light kisses on her cheeks, the indent on her chin, her earlobes... "You have a gorgeous face. So beautiful."
And so on... I kissed damn near everything on her body -- shoulders, neck, arms, hands, breasts and nipples. Lavished extra attention on her belly, 'cause I knew my little sister was weird about that, and needed reassuring that I found every fucking part of her body hot and sexy.
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