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My sister Jen and I had a fun and relaxing summer after our so-called ‘honeymoon’ in Cancun, successfully continuing our illicit love affair under the roof of our parents’ house, despite almost getting caught fucking in Jen’s bed by our mother. It was risky, but as lovers, we were becoming intimately familiar with each other in ways we had never been able to do as just brother and sister.
My sister is the girl next door type that any guy would easily develop a crush on at first sight. She is kind, smart and funny, but a bit shy until you get to know her. Her cutely bashful smile might be her best feature out of many. Or is it her soft, pliable lips? Or perhaps her dreamy, baby blue eyes? Maybe it’s the light summer sprinkle of freckles on her face that accentuates her fair complexion? Or is it her slightly upturned nose that enhances her feminine features? Maybe it’s her long blonde hair that cascades down her supple neck and over her graceful shoulders? It’s too hard to choose just one thing to like about my sister.
Jen also has a great body to match and prefers to wear clothes that tend to show off her slender feminine figure. Usually she preferred shear blouses and jean shorts, which exposed her taught tummy, supple ass, and sinewy legs. Sometimes, Jen wore nothing more around the house than a bra and panties.
One time, mom chastised Jen for wearing her underwear around the house and begged her to change into something more modest.
“Jenny, you shouldn’t dress like that, especially around your brother. Go put something else on.” Mom would say.
Jen rolled her eyes up at mom and turned to tease me and asked, “What do you think Jason? Do my bra and panties make you horny? Should I go and change? Am I getting you all hot and bothered, little brother?”
“Whatever, Jen! I hadn’t really noticed. It’s no big deal, mom. I’m not even paying attention. She’s my sister. I don’t think about her like that. I don’t really care what she wears. I just want to finish watching the baseball game.” I lied for mom’s sake, while winking at Jen and making lewd suggestions to her with my tongue.
Jen smiled mischievously at me and ran up the stairs to change out of her bra and panties. She came sauntering back downstairs dressed instead in a tiny bikini that was far more revealing than her underwear. “This better?” Jen asked mom, twirling around like a ballerina, showing off her hot sexy little body in that barely-there bikini.
This caused our mother to throw up her hands in exasperated surrender. “I give up! You kids! I’m going to make lunch!”
“You mind if I watch the game with you Jason?” Jen asked as she answered the question herself by sidling up next to me on the sofa of our family room. She placed her dainty hand on my lap and whispered in my ear, “How’s little Jason doing?”
“Jen, mom’s right in the kitchen. She could walk in here any minute.” I mumbled under my breath, unsure how far she was willing to take this.
Jen just looked me in the eyes with those big bright baby blues of hers and pouted, which deflected my already weakened resistance to her, as she unzipped my shorts. She pulled out my semi-erect cock, and began stroking it with her hand. I listened intently for any sounds of our mother in the kitchen. Thankfully, I could hear her talking on the phone and the banging of pots and pans. Jen got down on her knees in front of me and lovingly began kissing my cock, licking up and down the shaft, before putting it in her mouth.
“Jen, we could get caught. This isn’t…” I trailed off, gasping instead, trying to catch my breath. Attempting again to get her attention, which right now was focused intently on sucking my cock, I cried out quietly so mom couldn’t hear, “Jen…Jen…JEN!”
With that, I grabbed the back of her head with both my hands and shot what felt like load after endless load of cum in my sister’s mouth, right there in our family room knowing that our mother was in the next room and could walk in at any time. Jen pulled away from me and opened her mouth wide to show me my ejaculate pooled in her mouth; strings of it coating her teeth. She closed her mouth, swallowed hard and smiled.
“Yummy! I don’t think I’m going to need to eat lunch after that little snack. That filled up my belly.” Jen giggled.
The risk and danger of getting caught by our parents was intoxicating and throughout the course of that summer, we must have had sex in just about every room in the house. We even managed to fuck on our parent’s bed one night when they went out to dinner. The bed on which we were both conceived.
We both soon became experts on each other’s bodies that summer. My fingers, lips and tongue had become accustomed to each and every curve and crevice of my sister’s lithe naked form. My hands and fingers learned how to lovingly caress all parts of her body: her modest but distinctly feminine breasts with their pink, sensitive puffy nipples, sitting at perfect upright attention on konyaaltı escort her slender, 5 foot 9 inch frame; her youthfully flat tummy; the sharp bony curve of her hips; the small indentations of the curved dimples on her lower back; her lovely firm ass cheeks that I would playfully squeeze and bite; down to her pussy, lightly covered in downy soft blonde pubic hair.
By the end of our first summer together, my cock had been in her every orifice; even her tight little asshole.
One hot summer night, as we were engaged in a passionate 69, Jen’s luscious ass rising over my head and her wet pussy sliding across my lips, I started teasing her butthole ever so gently with my fingertips. She had just showered and was fresh “down there.” Her little brown eye, as I’ve heard it called, was literally winking at me, as if enticing and inviting me to kiss and lick it. I traced my tongue from her pussy up towards her taint and slid my tongue up and down and in a circular motion around her tight little butthole.
“Honey, what are you doing down there? That’s the wrong hole.” Jen giggled, drooling as my cock popped out of her mouth.
“I read that there are lots of nerve endings in the anus and I thought it would be something you might enjoy, babe.” I responded, sounding a little too clinical, perhaps. “Do you like it?”
(Yes, we started calling each other by treacly pet names: Dear. Honey. Babe. Baby cake. Sweetie. Stud muffin. Lover boy.)
Jen just started purring in apparent agreement and went back to engulfing my cock with her mouth and sliding it back down her throat. I couldn’t tell if she was nodding in approval or simply bobbing her head up and down on my engorged penis.
I continued my focus on her back door and just barely was able to get the tip of my tongue inserted into her tiny hole causing her to spasm and suck on my stiff manhood with a renewed frenzy. She was moaning and grunting and was clearly enjoying the attention I was giving to her previously neglected backside.
Jen popped my sloppy wet cock out of her mouth again and looked back at me fiercely, “You want to fuck my ass, don’t you lover boy?”
She suddenly got up off from me and ran into the bathroom and back with a bottle of lubricant, which she tossed over to me. “We’re going to need this if you’re going to put that stiff cock of yours into my butt,” my sister uttered excitedly.
Jen positioned herself on her bedroom floor on her hands and knees, naked as the day she was born, with her sweet little ass sticking up in the air. She started wagging her ass back in forth like a dog wagging its tail, teasing me, like a bitch in heat.
“Fuck my ass, Jace. Fuck my tight little virgin asshole, you fucking stud,” she commanded.
I relished each filthy word coming out of her pretty mouth. Each dirty word she spoke left her lips, entered my ear and echoed in my brain, washing over my neurons, sending little jolts of nervous electricity shooting down my spine to the head of my twitching cock. What we were already doing as brother and sister was taboo enough, but this felt even naughtier somehow and it was obvious Jen wanted it as much as I did.
I slathered her butthole and my fingers with the lube and gently pushed one finger in her tight puckered little hole. I’m not sure if she moaned with pleasure or pain. “Relax a bit baby. Loosen up,” I instructed my sister, as another finger slipped in her greasy hole.
I paused for a second to gather myself and make sure I wasn’t dreaming this. Here I am, I thought, loosening up my sister’s asshole with my fingers so I could stick my cock in there next. Just the thought of that made me a little dizzy.
Jen took a deep breath and exhaled. Pulling my fingers out, I slowly substituted the tip of my cock in her asshole. I too took a deep breath and within seconds I had my cock buried deep in her ass, my balls slapping up against her soaking wet pussy. Soon, we had a rhythm going and she backed her ass up to me, complementing my every thrust. Watching my cock disappear in and out of my sister’s tight virgin asshole was a sight I never imagined I would ever see. Did I mention it also felt great? Her pussy was tight, but this was far tighter.
I reached around and under my sister’s waist and hips with my right hand to her already dripping, sloppy wet pussy and started rubbing her engorged clit faster and faster with my fingers. Her juices gushed out of her and were flying off my fingers and splashing onto my hand so much that I thought she had peed.
“That’s it baby, fuck my ass. Fuck me hard and spank that ass. I’m a bad, naughty girl, letting my brother fuck me in the ass like this. I deserve a spanking.” Jen growled quietly, cognizant of the fact that our parents were asleep downstairs. We certainly didn’t want to wake them up, only to have them discover their son and daughter engaging in anal sex.
I almost didn’t recognize Jen’s dainty little voice saying these nasty, deviant kültür escort things to me, her brother. I complied with her commands and slapped her sweet upraised ass several times while responding to her dirty talk. “You’re a bad girl Jen. You’re naughty for letting your brother fuck you in the ass. I know you love my hard cock in your ass. I own your ass now. Tell me who owns that ass.”
“You own my ass, brother. It’s yours to fuck anytime you want. It’s yours. My brother owns my ass!” Jen cried out as she bucked back and forth, my fingers massaging her damp pussy as my cock slid in and out of her ass. “Oh God! I’m cumming, Jace! I’m cumming!”
I continued rubbing her pussy with my right hand while grabbing her long blonde hair with my left and pulling her head back while I shot what felt like endless ropes of cum deep into her bowels as she and I both grunted in unison. As I pulled out, I watched gobs of my sperm pour out of her asshole and down her legs.
At that point she collapsed on the floor. Her ass cheeks were red from the spanking, while her body was wet with perspiration from our intense workout. She was a hot, well-fucked mess
Up to this point, our lovemaking had been slow, tender and romantic. We broke down another barrier between us as lovers. There were no boundaries between us any further.
After that bout of hard-core sex, we laid in bed together and talked about our plans for the rest of the summer. Jen talked about finally acquiring her cosmetologist license and hoping to find work at a beauty salon as a hairdresser. I had plans to work on a landscaping crew and my tan at the same time. But we both avoided the elephant in the room, and I don’t mean the stuffed elephant I had won for Jen at the carnival the week before. We avoided discussing what would happen to us in the fall when I had plans to attend Michigan State University 2 hours away from home. I guess we were both scared to have that discussion.
That is, until that hot mid-August night after sex when Jen said in a serious tone, “Jason, we have to talk.”
Oh no! We have to talk. Four words no man ever wants to hear from their spouse, girlfriend or lover.
“You’re pregnant!” I stammered. “But you’ve been on the pill all this time! Haven’t you? How could this happen? What are we going to do?”
“Slow down there cowboy. No, silly,” she said as she rolled her eyes. “I’m not pregnant. I’m not ready for a baby in my life yet. We need to talk about you going away to school in a couple weeks.” Jen suddenly looked forlorn and laid her head on my chest. “I’m going to miss you and I don’t want you to go. I mean, I want you to go, but I don’t want you to leave me. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Tears started streaming down her face on to my chest. She looked up at me, and through her sobs, managed to get to the point.
“I don’t want to live without you Jason. I don’t want any other man and I don’t want you to go off to college and find another woman and fall in love with her. I couldn’t live with that. I know it sounds silly, and I know we were just joking around with the ‘wedding’ rings and pretending we were on our ‘honeymoon’ in Cancun,” she said making air quotes with her fingers. “But I feel like we’re already married. I love you so much, Jason. Oh baby, what are we going to do?”
I held Jen close and whispered to her, “Oh Jen, baby. I feel the same way about you. I don’t want any other woman. You’re all I need. You’re all I want. You make me happy and fulfill me and I would be jealous if I ever saw you with another man. That’s why I’ve decided that I’m not going to school in the fall. I was going to tell you eventually, but I wasn’t sure how to break the news to mom and dad. They’ll be upset.”
“No, Jason! You need to go to school. You need to do this. You always wanted to be a lawyer and I want to support that. Besides, we can’t keep living with mom and dad forever. We need a place of our own. I’ve been thinking too Jason, and I’ve come up with an idea.” Jen said as she lifted her head off my chest and met my gaze.
Jen described how she would get a job at a hair salon in East Lansing, while I attended classes and studied. She had been saving for a while and had enough for a security deposit for an apartment. The only problem, I informed her, is that MSU requires first and second year students to stay on campus in the dorms. I knew that Jen couldn’t afford to pay for an apartment on her own, while I had no choice but to pay for my dorm room, whether I stayed in it or lived with Jen in her apartment.
Jen grabbed her laptop from the nightstand and while doing some online research, discovered that a first or second year student wouldn’t be required to live in the dorms if they were married. Marital status makes you eligible to live on campus in married student housing. “That settles it!” Jen declared excitedly. “We’ll just get married and move into married student housing!”
“Um, I’m pretty sure markantalya escort the two of us getting married is illegal in this state as well as all the 49 other states.” I offered sarcastically. “Not to mention the District of Columbia, Puerto Rico, Guam, the U.S. Virgin Islands, and American Samoa.”
“Did I ever tell you that you’re weird bro?” Jen laughed.
She had it all figured out. We’ll forge a marriage certificate and we already have the same last names and addresses on our driver’s licenses. They’ll just think we’re a married couple. I can’t imagine that anyone would suspect that we were pulling some kind of a scam because we’re actually brother and sister trying to pass as a married couple just so we could live together. It’s not like this is some huge problem they’re experiencing with siblings passing themselves off as married couples just so they can live together. Who in their right mind would think of something like that?
“It would be risky, but it’s worth a shot.” I reasoned, trying to convince myself of Jen’s wisdom. “I’m more concerned about what mom and dad are going to think about their son and daughter living together in a married housing unit?”
Jen had an answer for everything. “We’ll tell mom and dad that I got offered a really good job opportunity in East Lansing but in order for me to be able to afford to live there, that I needed to share an apartment with someone and that you got a chance to move into an on campus apartment and that means that I could afford to share the rent and stay with you on the cheap. They don’t have to know the apartment is for married couples. We’ll leave that part out.”
“And if they did find out somehow, we tell them this was the only way we could afford to do this, or else we would end up living with them for the rest of our lives. Hello!” Jen laughed. “Also, I’m pretty sure the last thing they would suspect is that their children have fallen in love with each other and are having sex. What parents in their right mind would think that about their offspring? They’re oblivious.” Jen said as she laughed even harder.
I grabbed my sister and pulled her into me for a kiss. We kissed passionately for what seemed like forever, as time stood still around us. For the first time, in my mind’s eye, I could clearly see our future laying ahead of us. It looked promising. I saw Jen and I living together in our own place as a couple. Free to express our love without fear of discovery. As we kissed, I could also see the past coming into clearer focus. My mind drifted back to how lucky I was to have found Jen’s camera full of her nude pictures that fateful day not so long ago.
“Jen, I’m the luckiest guy in the world. To think, if I hadn’t found your camera with your pictures on it, we wouldn’t have discovered our love for each other,” I gushed.
“Jace honey, I have something I have to tell you. I’ll just come right out and say it. I purposely took those nudes of myself and intentionally left the camera on the bathroom counter for you to find,” my sister confessed.
She continued, “I’m sorry baby, but I wanted you to find my nudes. I wasn’t sure what it would lead to, and I was scared, because I didn’t know if you harbored the same feelings for me that I had; that I have, for you. I felt like a terrible sister and a bad human being to fantasize about my own brother. I’m sorry, but I feel like I corrupted you. Can you forgive me?”
With her confession, I found myself falling in love with Jen more than ever, if that’s even possible. It was now my turn for a confession.
“Jen, I’ve fantasized about you for a long time. I stole several pairs of your panties over the years and masturbated with them wrapped around my cock. I spied on you and masturbated watching you so many times while you would shower and dry yourself off in the bathroom. I know it was wrong of me to want to have sex with my sister. But I couldn’t help myself.”
Jen laughed. “Sweetie, I already know all that. I saw that my panties would mysteriously disappear from my laundry hamper, only to reappear with what I figured were cum stains in them. At first I was upset and was going to approach you to tell you to stop, or I would tell mom and dad, but realizing that my own brother found me sexually arousing was strangely a turn on.”
“I also knew you were watching me when I showered and toweled off,” Jen continued. “That’s why I would make sure to leave the bathroom door to your room cracked open when I showered. That’s why I would take my time when I dried myself off and purposely bent over in your direction, to give you a good view of my ass and my pussy. I knew you were watching me and masturbating to me. It turned me on knowing that I was turning you on.”
My head was spinning, listening to Jen confess her deepest thoughts about me.
“Remember all those times I masturbated with my bedroom door left slightly open? That was no accident. I knew you were watching me, Jace. I wanted you to watch me. I wanted you. I wanted you to fuck me. I needed to feel your cock in my pussy. That’s why I decided to do something about it, and left my camera full of nudes for you to see.” Jen giggled nervously and paused, her voice turning serious.
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