Chapter 1819 - MOM AND SIS

Jessica had promised to pick me up at the airport - where the hell was she?

"Hey big brother!"

I recognized the voice instantly - and it had been much too long. I turned to find her standing over to the side in the crowd wearing a big grin. I turned and walked over to her, grasping her in a big bear hug and lifting her off the ground...giving her a big kiss on the cheek.

She was even more beautiful than I remembered. A girl-next-door kind of beautiful. Jess had shoulder length honey-blonde hair, a light complexion with a golden hue from time spent in the sun, and a smattering of freckles that added to that girl-next-door look. All of this was highlighted by sea-blue eyes that constantly sparkled.

I put her down, but kept my arms around her, holding her close. "If it's possible, you are more beautiful than the last time I saw you. How is that possible?"

"You are still the charmer, aren't you Jeremy?" she said laughing.

And I was, I guess. But she had filled out a little more in the 3 years since I'd last seen her. Her breasts were still small, which I'm particularly fond of. Mom's genes at work there, I think, and not a bad thing. But the last time I saw her, she still had a little girl's body, and now she had a bit more of a woman's body - more curve in her hips with an exquisite heart-shaped ass.

Jessica was 22 and had just graduated from college and returned home for the summer until she started law school in the fall. As younger sisters go, I couldn't have asked for better. Two years younger than me, she had always been bright, inquisitive, impetuous. We had always been close - not like other brothers and sisters we knew. In high school, we shared the same social circles, activities, and intellectual interests. We became really close after our father divorced our mother. We became even closer when one of my friends started dating her during my senior year in high school. And even closer when I pounded the hell out of him after he hit her when she was 16.

She had never dated much despite her incredible looks - the big reason was that the guys she often went out with were intimidated by how smart she was. Guys can be such dicks.

"Charmer, Jess? Only with you. How's mom?"

She smiled again - radiating a beauty that's hard to explain. "She's fine. Anxious to see you. You've been away too long."

I frowned. "I know. I've missed you both. After the breakup with Jen a few years ago, I just threw myself into something of a monkish life. Studying all the time, no social life. You know."

She pulled me close, hugging me harder. "I do know. But I've missed you. And mom too. Let's go see her."

The drive home was short and it wasn't long before we pulled into the driveway of the somewhat isolated home where I grew up - a few neighbors around - some married couples and a few more divorced middle-aged women, many of whom were friends with mom. Mom got the house in the divorce along with a settlement that would provide for her, and us, for a very long time. Dad was an ass, pure and simple, but he was a wealthy ass. It's good to come from family with money. My grandfather was also generous in his will when he died, especially since he was pretty much in agreement about my dad being an ass. As a matter of fact, he pretty much bypassed my dad altogether, leaving everything to Jess and me. All that money helped pay for my graduate degree in physics.

Mom nearly bowled me over as we entered the house. In fact, she did knock me over. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor, mom was on top of me, both arms wrapped around me and blubbering about how I was the worst, most ungrateful son in the world.

I looked up at Jess, who was most startled by this odd turn. I shrugged from a prone position, and wrapped my arms around my mother, holding her close until she stopped crying. I kissed her on the cheek and laughed. "I missed you mom. I love you." And that seemed to do the trick.

Mom, aka Janine, wasn't the spitting image of Jess, but she was pretty damned close. Jess was a couple of inches taller, but mom had strawberry-blonde hair and the same sparkling blue eyes. A few more wrinkles around the eyes than the last time I saw her, but the laugh lines and happy disposition were still in full bloom. Mom had much the same body as Jess, small breasts, and full hips. And she kept herself in excellent physical condition with regular tennis and swimming.

We managed to stumble our way off the floor into a standing position, our arms wrapped tightly around each other. I heard her say "I've missed you so much", and I couldn't stop myself from crying. Jess came over and wrapped her arms around the both of us and she too was crying. I knew I always loved them, but being away so long, I had forgotten how much. But I was finally home with the women I loved most in the world.

I've always been an early riser and woke up before the sun the next day and went for a long run down by the river. Back home in an hour, and a long hot shower got me ready for the day. I crept quietly downstairs so I wouldn't wake the girls, made the coffee, got the paper and spent the next hour or so in quietude. I finally heard someone stirring upstairs and it wasn't long before I heard someone coming down the stairs.

Jess walked into the kitchen, hair still tousled, looked over my way and grinned. "It's good to know that some things are a constant," referring to my early ways.

I looked back at her, and realized I was staring. "Do you normally come downstairs undressed, or is this just for me?" She was wearing silk pajama shorts that were nothing if not revealing, and a light pink cotton tank that had been cut off just below her breasts.

She looked down and then back at me. "What? I'm dressed. Maybe you've just been without sex for too long." She giggled at her own jest, got a cup of coffee and sat down at the table across from me.

"For your information, I have been without sex for too long, but that doesn't have anything to do with the attire you are currently wearing. Or rather lack of attire. Maybe a robe before you came downstairs?"

But she did look good, long slender legs and one of those flat abdomens that countless TV commercials promise but never deliver. The cropped tank fit closely, accentuating the curves of the small breasts, and accentuating the slight bulge of her nipples.

She looked at me again and grinned. "When did you become such a prude? Besides, the way you were staring at me when I walked in, you might have thought I was a steak and you were a hungry dog."

I heard mom coming down the stairs just then. "Mom, could you ask Jess to make sure that she..." and stopped mid-sentence when my mother rounded the corner. She was wearing the t-shirt that I had worn yesterday and tossed into the dirty laundry. And nothing else.

She walked across to the coffee and as she bent over the counter for a cup in the cabinet, the t-shirt rode up exposing a well-formed ass in black nylon panties.

I shook my head when I realized I was staring at my mother's ass. "Mom, why are you wearing my t-shirt? I tossed that in the laundry."

She poured the coffee and turned, leaning back against the counter. She looked at me and grasped the neck of the shirt, pulling it up to her face and breathing deeply. This action, of course, meant the bottom of the shirt pulled up, again exposing the same black panties, this time uncovering the nexus of her thighs and the prominent mound between them. She let the shirt fall back into place, looked at me and Jess and said, "Jeremy dear, it smells of you and you've always had such a wonderful smell. Like summertime."

My sister, who was taking this all in, burst out laughing when my mom said, "Now what was it you wanted me to tell Jess again?"

After dinner that evening, mom and I parked ourselves on the downstairs couch in front of the television to watch whatever dumbass sports we could find. We found X-treme sports on some obscure channel, got a couple of drinks and settled in. Given our long separation, we were close with my arm around her and her head on my shoulder. Around 8, we heard Jess coming down the stairs.

She rounded the corner into the living room and presented herself. "So, what do you think? How do I look?"

Frankly, she was seriously hot. I chastised myself for thinking about my sister that way, and tried to keep from staring. She wore a deep-blue backless dress that hugged every curve and revealed not so much as an iota of fat. A neckline that showed the swell of her breasts. The hem ended high on her thighs revealing long, toned, golden-hued legs. It was clear to me that she didn't have a bra, but wasn't so clear to me as to whether she was even wearing any panties. Given how tight the dress was, and no lines to show for it, I would have guessed no. But what did I know?

Jess looked at us, "Well, say something. How do I look?"

I spoke up immediately. "As a callously uninterested observer, I'd do you."

She gave me that stern mocking look. "You'd do me? That's it? That's what you've got?"

I returned her stern mocking look. "Okay, okay. You're definitely hot. I'd do you with enthusiasm."

She got that uncertain look where her face scrunched up a bit. "Are you sure? I kind of thought my breasts were too small and my ass was too big. Doesn't this dress accentuate that?"

As an astute observer of our behavior and interactions over many years, my mother simply asked "Are you two done yet?"

I got up off the couch, walked over to her and hugged her. I whispered in her ear "You're beautiful and anyone who doesn't see that doesn't deserve you." I'd like to say I hugged her just to show brotherly support, but honestly, since I'd been home, I'd been fighting the increasing attraction I felt towards her. And hugging her was a loss in that fight.

She kissed me on the cheek and whispered back "I love you," before letting me go.

I glanced back at her as I sat back down. "So what wild and unruly activities are you off to this evening? A little street-walking over on Main Street to raise a little extra cash? You're not still dealing are you?"

Jess grinned, "Meeting the girls for drinks and maybe a little clubbing. Do you want to come? You know that Gail always had the hots for you. I'll call her and tell her to dress extra-slutty. You could get lucky tonight."

"Thanks for that oh-so inviting invitation, but I'm socialized out between the two of you the past few days. Just going to hang here with mom. Maybe I'll see you when you get home."

"Your loss. I'll make sure to let her know that you've returned from exile. Maybe next time. And don't wait up." And with that she was gone.

Mom was up another hour or so and we had a chance to talk in earnest - she was lonely since the divorce, more than 8 years now, but had grown disillusioned with dating. I think I've already mentioned that guys can be such dicks. And she had had no kind of relationship with anyone for almost 5 years. I think she tried to make up for it with friendships with all the other middle-aged divorcees in the immediate area who seemed to come over on a regular basis when she wasn't working.

Sitting next to her was both oh-so-nice and a bit uncomfortable. I enjoyed the feel of her next to me - the feel of her head on my chest and her hand laying lightly on my abdomen. But I had to refocus often when I felt my cock getting hard at the continual contact. All I could think to myself was what kind of sick bastard are you - horny for your mother? But she soon said she was going to call it a night.

We were sitting on the couch, and she turned and kissed me lightly on the lips. It was soft, and warm, and exhilarating, and I pulled her closer and kissed her back. When I realized what I was doing, I pulled back and before I could say anything she simply said "I've missed you and I'm glad you're home." She placed her hand on my face and kissed me again. As she drew away, I was puzzled by the look in her eyes and all I could think to say was "Good night."

After she went upstairs, I got comfortable by changing into a pair of boxers and an old t-shirt, grabbed a glass of wine, and settled back into the couch. I was a bit confused about kissing my mother and my reaction. I could clearly feel my cock getting hard in response. Obviously it had been too long since I'd had sex since I'd had something of the same reaction when Jess was close. Perhaps I needed to think that whole Gail think over a little more - extra-slutty might be just what I needed.

I was still awake when Jess got home. She hopped on the couch with me like we used to do, nestled herself into the fold of my arm and laid her head against my chest. I heard her whisper, "Mom's right. You do smell like summer."

She went on, "So tell me about this monkish existence you've been living. It hasn't really been 3 years since you've had sex has it?"

I laughed. "Well, not technically. I do have an extremely intimate relationship with my left hand. I always know where it is, where its been, who its been with and it never says no to sex with me."

Jess snorted at that and settled in closer to me. My arm was around her, my hand holding her waist. She intertwined her fingers with mine and let her other hand drift down to the inside of my thigh. We sat in silence and I was acutely aware of her fingers as they lightly stroked the inside of my thigh. Her dress was high on her thigh and I could feel the warmth and softness of her leg against mine. I tried to focus on other things, but I was unable to keep my cock from stiffening - the outline of my engorged member was clearly visible through the the thin cotton boxers. I kissed the top of her head and heard her say again "I'm glad you've come home."

I was trying to think of how to extract myself from this position without letting her know that she was making me hard, when I heard her giggle and she moved. She stood up and bent over in front of me and I couldn't stop myself from gazing down the front of her dress.

She looked me in the eye and asked "See something you like?" And before I could respond, she leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. She let the kiss linger and then pulled back. I then felt her hand drop down and come to rest near the base of my hard cock. Looking me in the eyes, she slowly slid her hand up the length of my cock. "You know big brother, this feels swollen and hard. Is it painful? Maybe you should put something on it." She then kissed me again and stood up and turned to go.

As she was walking away, I watched her intently, my eyes glued to her well-rounded and desirable ass. She turned and caught me staring and again said "See something you like?" But this time she added, "You know big brother, its a shame you're my brother. And I mean that in a good way." And she turned and left.

Meanwhile, my interactions with my mother and sister this evening had left me incredibly horny and my cock hard as a rock. With both of them now upstairs, I unbuttoned my boxers and removed my cock, slowly stroking the hard shaft. I needed release and the relief it would bring.

I looked down - my cock was a little more than 7 inches long and thick. Dark purplish veins lined the shaft in an intricate pattern from the base of my prick to the head. My cockhead was sensitive to the touch, swollen and engorged, a dark reddish-purple and shaped like the head of a mushroom. I stroked my shaft, letting my fingers drift lightly over the flared head, which caused my cock to harden even more. I leaned back into the couch, slowly stroking myself, and the first image that came to mind was that of Jess. I felt her hand sliding gently along the shaft of my cock, and then thought of her standing in front of me, watching me masturbate. Thinking about her pealing off the blue dress and stepping closer to me between my spread thighs dressed only in a pair of nylon panties glued to her body, her nipples hard and erect on the small breasts. I imagined her kneeling between my thighs and as I continued stroking my cock, I groaned at the thought of her leaning over, her warm hands on my spread thighs, and letting the tip of my cock slip between her warm, wet, full lips.

I couldn't stop my hips from thrusting at the thought of my cock in her mouth. The years of pent-up sexual frustration had me thinking of what it would be like to forcefully fuck her mouth, holding her head as I drove my prick hard and deep in her mouth, to watch as my hard cock disappeared between her lips. Thinking about what it would be like looking down at her on her knees, her pert breasts swaying with each hard thrust. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, aching for release, and I began to stroke more firmly when I heard a slight gasp.

I thought Jess had come back down to find me, and my eyes shot open to find my mother watching me. My cock instantly started to go limp and I jerked upright when I heard my mother say "Don't." I stopped, my cock still in my hand, and looked at her inquisitively. She was standing there in my same t-shirt as the night before, but clearly aroused. The outlines of her hard nipples were clear under the shirt, even in the dim light.

It caught me by surprise when she spoke again in a low, hoarse voice. "Finish for me baby. I want to see you cum."

I then surprised myself. I looked at her intensely and slowly started to stroke my now limp prick.

She couldn't take her eyes off my cock, but smiled at me. "I surprised you didn't I? You have such a beautiful cock Jeremy. Maybe I can do something to help you get it hard again." And with that she stepped forward between my spread thighs just as I had imagined Jess doing. She pealed off the t-shirt to expose the small pert breasts and hard nipples. Her nipples were surprisingly dark - almost a reddish brown color. But this time, there were no panties and I could see the neatly trimmed thatch of soft blondish hair between her thighs. My cock stiffened immediately when she knelt between my spread legs. I began stroking myself again and was quickly hard once more. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and gasped as she bent over and kissed the shaft of my aching cock. The rage of thoughts that then entered my mind were overwhelming, all centered on her - the same imaginings that I'd had about my sister only moments earlier. What would it be like to slip my cock between her lips? To grasp the back of her head and fuck her mouth? To have her kneeling in front of me like she was now, my cock exploding on her face, covering her in cum?

I realized that she now had her right hand down between her own thighs and was fingering her clit, bringing herself to orgasm while watching me. I began stroking my cock faster as I heard her breath increase in sync with my strokes. I was beyond stopping now, and so was she. Her eyes were glazed with lust and slight moans escaped her lips. I couldn't stop if I wanted to when I heard her whisper "Cum for mommy baby. Rub your cock across mommy's lips and cum for me."

I couldn't stop, I pressed my cock forward towards her face and as I lightly rubbed my cockhead across her lips, I felt the eruption in my balls. I pulled my cock back from her lips as the thick white stream of cum spewed from my cock. I could barely keep my eyes focused on her as my cock twitched again, more semen splashing from the tip, but I heard her as her own orgasm exploded. Her body went rigid and she groaned heavily as the waves washed over her. As her spasms subsided, she was as limp between my thighs as I was on the couch. My deflating cock was coated in warm white fluid, and my back arched one more time as a final spurt of cum trickled from the tip. Mom looked lovingly at me, bent over and kissed my cum-covered shaft. Then she stood, bent down and kissed me softly again on the lips. "I love you baby. I'm so glad you're home." Then she turned and started to leave. I couldn't take my eyes off her ass as she walked away. I realized she had been watching when Jessica had left earlier when she stopped and turned, and then smiled as she saw my gaze on her exquisite bottom. "See something you like?" She started to leave, but then turned one more time. "Jessica is right, it's a shame you're my son. And I too mean that in a good way."After she left, and I sat on the couch, my boxers soaked in cum, I thought to myself, "What the hell just happened?"

After nearly cumming all over my mother, lusting after my sister, and puzzling over the night's events, I finally gave up trying to make sense of it all and went to my room and smoked a joint. Between the joint and what might have been the most intense orgasm of my life, I slept the sleep of the dead. I woke up the next morning refreshed but still confused. In an effort to clear my head, I was off again on a long run, then finally back to the house dripping with sweat and satisfaction.

I hopped into the shower and thoroughly rummaged over last night's events again, and the thoughts of my mom and sister in various stages of undress got me hard again. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about my mother on her knees between my thighs, softly pressing her lips to my cock as I jerked off in front of her. I tried to clear my head and refocus, and took my time in the shower until my erection had subsided a bit. Once toweled off, I wrapped the wet towel around my waist and quietly started out of the bathroom to go back to my room to dress. After the run and the shower, I was looking forward to a cup of coffee and the early morning quiet.

As I came out of the bathroom, my mom peeked her head out of her bedroom and asked me to come in for a minute. The woman had the ears of a cat – she could hear a mouse moving on the far side of the house in a thunderstorm. So hearing me in the shower was no surprise at all. I told her I would come back as soon as I was dressed, but she insisted. My sister's room was all the way down at the end of the hall, around a corner as you got past the upstairs den and the office. My room was right next to my mother's. So I ended up in my mother's room dressed only in a slightly damp towel.

My mother had on a thick terrycloth robe which was a bit of a relief. Had she been dressed in something more revealing, I would have had a difficult time containing my threatening erection. Anything larger than a wafer cookie would have been obvious under the towel and that included an obvious hard-on.

My mother quietly walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me, laying her head against my bare chest. I wrapped my arms around her and asked, "Mom, what's the matter."

She hesitated, then sighed. "Jeremy, I wanted to apologize for last night. I know it was inappropriate and that I shouldn't have done it. I've been too long without any physical or emotional intimacy, and I'm afraid that my normal inhibitions are a little decayed. Having you close to me again, the feelings are all mixed up. And when I came downstairs last night and saw you, well, I couldn't seem to stop myself."

"Mom. Don't worry about it. It wasn't exactly all your doing. If you want to know the truth, I was having a hard time controlling myself."

She was half a foot shorter than me and looked up at me. "Why were you having a hard time controlling yourself? Tell me."

I grinned at her. "I don't know mom. It's a little difficult to explain to your mother."

She turned her head, pressing her face to my chest. She whispered "I love the smell of you." And then, she softly kissed my chest. She nuzzled my chest for a moment, inhaled deeply, and again I felt her lips press softly against my skin. I loved the feel of her lips on my chest, and her arms around me, but it was less than ideal since my cock had a mind of its own and it was now beginning to exercise its own mind in full force.

With her pressed against me, even through the robe she was wearing, there was no way she couldn't know how hard I was. She looked up at me, "When you were on the couch last night after Jessica had left, before you knew I was there, what were you thinking about as you were masturbating?"

I knew I was in trouble. Her soft kisses had me aroused – the way her body pressed against mine – I felt her lips press against my right nipple. Rather than pulling away, she sucked softly, and let her tongue flick across the sensitive tip. I gasped as she did it again. I closed my eyes. "I was thinking about Jess, mom."

Her hands were resting lightly on each side of my waist now, warm on my skin, and she was nuzzling my chest. "Tell me what you were thinking."

"Mom..."

"It's okay Jeremy. I'm pretty sure I already know. I...I...I just want to hear it from you..."

My cock was now hard – the outline of my prick was clearly visible under the towel and I'm sure my mother could feel it with her body pressed so tightly to mine. "Mom, you saw us in the living room. You heard what Jess said. I was watching her ass as she walked away. Before that, when you were sitting on the couch with me, I could feel your body close to me. I was trying not to think about you. Or her. But I couldn't stop. My feelings are a little mixed up too."

"Did you like the feel of me close to you?"

"Mom."

"Did you?"

"Yes. When you were sitting next to me...I...well, I was having a hard time concentrating."

She smiled. "I think I like the fact that I could disrupt your concentration. When you were thinking about Jessica...did you imagine her naked?"

"Mom..."

"Did you?"

I sighed. "Yes, mom. I couldn't stop thinking about her like that..."

"Did you think about her sucking your cock?"

I was surprised by the question and then surprised even more. I felt my mother's hand slip down my waist and hip and across the front of the towel. This was a sexually-charged conversation that I hadn't expected and it was leaving me unnerved. And horny. I felt her caress my now rigid and aching member through the cotton material. I didn't want her to stop rubbing my prick. I inhaled deeply, trying to control my thoughts and my obvious physical reaction. In our embrace, my head was lowered close to hers and I spoke softly now, my voice no longer as steady as it was. And then I decided to carry this out and see where it would go.

I lifted her face and my eyes locked onto hers. "Yes mom. When I was sitting on the couch jerking off, I was fantasizing about her...I was thinking about what it would be like to watch her peal off the dress she was wearing last night. What she would look like naked standing in front of me. What it would be like to watch her kneel between my legs. What it would be like to have her cup my balls softly in her hand and take my cock in her mouth."

"Was that all?"

"No." I hesitated – I felt my mother pull the ends of the towel free, and it dropped from around me. My prick, now released, sprang upright in the minimal space between us.

My heart was racing as I felt her hand wrap around the shaft of my cock and gently squeeze. "Mom..." I squirmed at her touch and felt her lips on my chest again. She took my other nipple between her teeth and gently sucked, teasing my now-hard nipple with her tongue. I was having trouble gathering my thoughts and as she slowly began to stroke my hard prick, I moaned.

She pressed her lips to my neck. I could feel her warm breath, coming heavy, and I heard her voice again, "Tell me what you were thinking about Jessica."

I was no longer in control and didn't care. I ran my fingers through her hair, and grabbing it firmly, I bent down and crushed her lips with mine, my tongue slipping between her soft lips to probe her mouth. She was pliant and receptive and I hadn't been kissed like that in years. I pulled back and locked my eyes on hers. "You want to know what I was thinking about mom? When I was sitting there on the couch, my cock hard in my hand. Slowly stroking myself. I was fantasizing about her. I thought about what it would be like to have her kneeling in front of me, her fingers gently groping my balls. I was thinking about what it would be like to grasp the back of her head by her hair, just like I have yours now, and shove my cock deep in her mouth, watching it disappear between her lips."

I looked down at her, her gaze unwavering from mine. I'd thought to shock her, but it wasn't the effect I thought. When I looked in her eyes, I saw lust. Arousal. The same state that I was in. The robe she was wearing was now coming undone, revealing the porcelain skin underneath and the contours of her physique. I remembered the dark nipples from the evening before when I heard her whisper hoarsely "Was it only her that you were thinking about Jeremy?"

I stuttered "Yes...no...I mean..." I gasped as I felt her gently squeeze my cock again and then slowly stroke my hard shaft. "Mom...I..."

She looked up at me, innocently. Her blue eyes were sparkling like the ocean on a sunny day as I looked back at her and was captured by the longing in her gaze. I felt her lips caress my chest once more and heard her quietly ask..."Did you think about me when I pulled off your t-shirt and knelt between your thighs?"

I was going crazy. "Mom..." She was softly massaging my balls, gently fingering each one, and then again caressing my aching prick. I couldn't stop myself any longer. I bent down, taking her face in my hands and kissed her hard again. I felt her body mold against mine in response. I shifted and pressed my mouth to her ear. "Yes. God, mom, yes. I wanted to see you suck my cock...to watch my cock slip between your lips. I wanted to fuck your mouth. I wanted you to suck me, to feel your fingers cupping my balls when I came, filling your mouth."

She moaned at that, took my other nipple in her mouth and I inhaled sharply when I felt her gentle bite. I took her face in my hands again and turned her toward me and kissed her – hungrily, achingly, with desire and lust and love all mixed together. She parted her lips when I slipped my tongue in her mouth and she moaned again. I wanted her, I knew it was wrong, and I didn't care.

With her body pressed tightly against mine, I kissed her again and reached down to untie the robe. When it came loose, I opened it and pushed it back over her shoulders letting it fall to the floor. My cock hardened even more when I realized that she was naked underneath.

I turned her around, facing the bed, pressed myself against her back, my cock now firmly lodged against her ass, wrapped my arms around her, and cupped one of her breasts in my hand. I pressed my mouth to her ear. "Tell me what you're feeling right now."

I felt her lean back into me when she answered. "I don't know...I don't know what I'm feeling...confused...I let this go too far...I just wanted to talk to you."

"Mom...you didn't let this go too far." I hesitated, pressed my mouth to her ear and nibbled lightly at her lobe and added "You wanted this. Just like I wanted it. Like I wanted you. I've never felt so sexually attracted like this to anyone before." I squeezed her small breast, feeling the hard nipple pressed against my palm. I felt the heat of her body and the way it felt against me. "Of all the people I know, you more than anyone know what you're feeling...tell me."

She whispered hoarsely. "Aroused."

"Is that all?"

"I don't know. I'm feeling lots of things. Desire. Lust. Love. Shame. Doubt. I feel the heat of your body. The press of your chest against my back. The feel of your cock against my ass. Your hand on my breast. Your fingers on my nipple. Your lips against my neck, my ear."

I ground my cock harder against her. "Do you know what you want right now?"

She whispered so low I could barely hear her. "Yes."

"What?"

She hesitated. I pinched her nipple again and pressed my lips to her neck. I felt her shudder. "I want you...to...I want you to..."

I kissed her ear and whispered hoarsely in her ear "Tell me mom. What do you want?"

"I want you to make love to me."

I smiled at her hesitation. I pressed my mouth to her ear. "Make love?" I pinched her nipple and heard her moan. "I don't want to make love to you right now mom...I want to fuck you."

I felt her shiver at that and then pressed my mouth to her ear again, wrapping my arms around her tighter. My voice was now rough, gravelly. I'd just told this woman who bore me that I wanted to fuck her. But I hadn't told her everything yet – I hadn't yet fully expressed the desires, urges, lusts. "But I don't just want to fuck you mom. I want to bury my cock deep between your thighs, I want to hear you cry out when I drive my cock deep inside you, feel your body pressed tightly to mine. I want to fuck you again and again and again, until my cock is sore and no matter how hard you try, you can't get me hard anymore. I want to fill your cunt with my cum. After this morning, there may still be arousal, and desire and lust and love. But no more shame and doubt. Agreed?"

"Yesssssssssssss."

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yesssssssssssss."

"I want to hear you say it."

She hesitated, but then the words slowly tumbled out, "I want to fuck you."

I picked her up, carried her to the over-sized king bed and placed her in it. She has never been ashamed of her body, but this time she was timid, placeing one arm over her breasts and her legs entwined to hide what lay between. I bent over her, nuzzled her neck and kissed her lightly. Her lips were the softest, most inviting I'd ever experienced. I kissed her again, harder, and felt the lust rise. I took her arm and lifted it from her breasts and laid it by her side. "Don't hide your body from me." Then I bent down and took her hard, rose-colored nipple between my teeth and lightly flicked my tongue across the sensitive tip. She moaned as I bit her nipple and teased the taut tip with my tongue.

I stood back up and looked down at her. She looked back at me. I knew what she saw. I stood 6' 3" in my bare feet, weighed 200, and had a runner's body. I was in the best physical shape I'd ever been in which was saying a lot since I was a multi-sport athlete as a teenager. I lifted weights on a regular basis, but wasn't overly muscled – the running meant a long, lean physique with a lot of stamina. My hair was a dirty blond color, darker than my mom's or sister's, but much more wavy. She watched me intently as I dropped my hand to my semi-erect cock, stroking it lightly and encouraging a full erection. As if it really needed any encouragement at that moment.

The bed was high enough to put her within reach and I continued to stroke my prick with one hand and reached down with the other to touch her. I let my fingers lightly stroke the soft skin between her breasts, and then lightly letting my fingers roam the curves of her upper body – my fingers teasing the slight swell of her breasts, then lightly grazing the tips of her nipples. She sighed and closed her eyes, smiling softly as she felt my ministrations. I was mesmerized by the soft thatch of hair between her thighs and slowly worked my way down. When my fingers drifted across her stomach, she twitched as if I had tickled her. I softly stroked her lower abdomen, letting my fingers graze the neatly trimmed thatch of light blond hair above her pussy.

"Spread your legs."

She slowly parted her legs, revealing the swollen, glistening, inviting lips between the nexus of her thighs. I let my fingers drift across the swollen lips, pressing gently, probing softly. I heard her moan and I smiled. I looked up at her and she was watching me intently, her eyes no longer masking the desire within. I pressed my fingers between the engorged wet folds, and heard her inhale sharply as I came in touch with the sensitive nub lying hidden there. I let my fingers swirl around and across her hard clit and she squirmed as I teased her.

I crawled onto the bed between her parted thighs, knelt between them and pushed her legs farther apart. I bent down and lightly kissed the inside of her thigh. I used my tongue to trace small circles on her soft skin, kissing her softly one moment, then lightly biting the next. I turned my head to the inside of the other thigh, alternately kissing and biting as I worked my way down to the inviting mound that lay between her legs. I inhaled deeply, taking in the pungent aroma of her.

On my knees between her spread legs, pressing her thighs further apart with my hands, I lowered my head to her cunt. My heart was racing, my cock throbbing. I slid my tongue the length of her wet slit, tasting her. I pressed my face closer, my tongue penetrating the wet cleft, again inhaling deeply, taking in her smell. I looked up at her, her back arched, and then turned my attention back to what was in front of me. My mother's cunt. She moaned as my tongue slid deeper inside her and I felt her fingers slide through my hair, grasping a handful with each hand, and guiding my head. I let her lead and soon I pressed my mouth firmly around her clit and began to gently suck. Her hips squirmed as my tongue flicked across the sensitive tip, her fingers tightened in my hair as my tongue traced small circles around the firm sensitive nub.

My cock was aching...I wanted to take her. I wanted her to cum. I wanted to make my mother cum. And I wanted to cum in her. I buried my face deeper in her pussy, wrapping my lips around her clit, teasing her again with my tongue. I could hear her through the fog of my lust, "Yes, Jeremy. Yessssssss baby. Make mommy come. Make me come baby." I drove her over the edge when I slipped my finger inside her. She thrust her mound hard against my mouth, and her grip on my hair pulled me tighter to her. I heard her cry out as the orgasm washed over her. I continued to tongue her until she finally could take no more and she tried to push me away. With my head between her thighs, and her legs clamped around my head, her breath ragged, she begged me to stop tongue-fucking her. I finally pulled away and she released my hair. Her breath was coming fast and heavy, and her body still spasmed as the final waves subsided.

She was finally still, but I was not finished. I crawled between her thighs until I was on my hands and knees above her. Her eyes closed, but I bent down to kiss her. She reached up and pulled me to her, kissing me hard. Her eyes snapped open when I took my cock in my hand and pressed the head against her cunt, slowly rubbing my cock-head up and down the wet vertical slit. I pushed forward, and finally felt the head of my cock slip inside her. She shifted again, spreading her legs even wider as I thrust forward, driving my cock deeper inside her.

She looked down and watched as the shaft of my cock fully disappeared deep between her thighs. When I knew I could finally go no deeper, I reached down and grabbed her ass, and rolled us over on our sides. With my prick still inside her, and my hand grasping her hip firmly, I begin to grind my cock in her, sometimes thrusting gently, sometimes harder. I pulled her close to me. I wanted to feel the length of her body pressed against mine. She was still breathing heavily, and I couldn't stop kissing her as I slowly fucked her. Her soft purrs and the grinding of her hips against mine told me it was what she wanted.

I loved the feel of her against me. I could feel her breasts crushed against my chest as I pulled her close. Her legs entwined in mine. Her hands lightly stroking my back, my hip, my ass. She buried her face in my neck and her lips were soft against my skin. I had been thrusting inside her and then stopping when I felt myself getting close again. I occasionally had to stop and simply hold her as I regained my composure. Alternating between slowly thrusting, then stopping, then several quick hard thrusts...until I reached a point where I was no longer in control. I began to fuck her with abandon and when I groaned heavily, she knew I was cumming.

I felt my balls erupt and I drove my cock deep inside her one final time. She wrapped her arms around me as my body went rigid, and pulled me tightly to her as my cock spasmed, the thick streams of warm cum flowing inside her. I heard her whisper "Yesssssssssss, baby. Cum inside me." I ground my hips hard against hers, enjoying the final moments of orgasm, feeling my cock inside her.

My prick spasmed several more times, until nothing but a thin trickle of sperm came with each contraction, and when I finally finished and my body began to relax, I separated myself from her and rolled over on my back. My cock, now spent, and limp with satisfaction, popped out of her as I rolled back. With my arm already around her, she nestled in close to me. Her head resting on my chest, I could feel her fingers stroking my stomach, then meandering aimlessly down farther where I felt her fingers as she lightly fondled my cock and balls.

With my eyes closed, laying on my back, feeling her body pressed against me, I softly said, "If you keep doing that, you're going to get me hard again."

She laughed. "Maybe that's what I want."

And apparently she did. She lowered her head to my crotch, and I was in heaven when I felt her take my soft prick into her warm, wet mouth. I leaned my head back and relaxed as her fingers gently massaged the base of my cock and my still aching balls. She was a virtuoso with her tongue...I felt every movement as it swirled around my cock, probing, teasing, testing...my cock responded in true fashion and I was soon hard as a rock again. I tangled my fingers in her hair and felt the slow movements of her head, the slight bobbing up and down as she sucked my prick. I raised my head and watched as my shaft disappeared between her full, moist lips, and then reappeared again as she began to increase her pace.

She let my cock slip from her mouth and looked back at me. "It looks like you're ready now." She raised herself up and to my surprise, she straddled me, my cock strategically placed between her thighs. She took the hard organ in her hand and slowly begin to rub my cock-head against her pussy – I watched as the mushroom-shaped head slipped back and forth along her engorged lips, anticipating what was next. I groaned when she finally pressed my cock-head up and lowered herself, the purple head disappearing inside her first, followed by the rest of my shaft.

She lingered momentarily as my prick fully disappeared in her. She placed her hands on my chest and began rocking herself on my prick, first moving back and forth and then up and down. The ache in my cock had subsided with the pressure of her cunt. But the ache in my balls began to increase again as she slowly fucked me. Her small breasts were perfectly formed and moved in rhythm to her hip movements. I reached up and took her hard nipple between my fingers and pinched it. She cried out with some reaction between pleasure and pain and lowered herself on my cock again.

She bent down and kissed me hard, expressing the lust and desire that hung in the air. She kissed my cheek, and whispered in my ear "Such a hard cock. Do you want to cum in me again baby? Do you want to cum in mommy's cunt?"

I could only groan and whisper a guttural "Yes." She smiled and increased her pace and I couldn't stop myself from thrusting my hips up to meet her. My eyes were glazed with lust and I'd never felt such a burning desire before. She pumped me faster and harder and I could once again feel the eruption coming.

She knew I was close and continued to fuck me faster. She bent down again, this time to my chest and took my nipple in her mouth, softly biting and sucking.

"Mom, please, you're going to make me cum."

She bit harder and whispered, "I want to make you cum. I want to feel your cock explode inside me again. Cum in mommy's cunt baby. Fuck my cunt and fill me with your cum."

Listening to my mother beg me to fuck her and cum in her drove me over the edge. I thrust my cock upward into her several more times and felt as though my balls had burst. My cock spasmed and the thick stream of sperm again flowed into her. She felt my body go rigid again, and then the spasming of my cock – she rocked back and forth as she felt me orgasm, fucking me harder. As my cock filled her with cum, I felt her push forward, grinding herself against me, trying to milk the last remaining drops from me. I hadn't realized how close she was to cumming until I felt her stiffen, her fingers clawing into the muscles of my chest. I groaned as her nails dug hard into my chest and she ground down hard against my prick. My cock spent its last remnants in her as her orgasm began to subside. With her eyes closed, still astride my hips, my softening prick dangerously close to slipping from her, she lowered her upper body to lie on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her as I felt her body pressed against mine, her head now resting on my chest.

Our chests pressed together, our bodies bathed in a light sweat, our breaths still ragged, and our hearts still racing but slowly returning to normal, I tried to pull her closer.

I whispered to her in a hoarse voice "I love you mom."

She turned to look at me, her blue eyes sparkling. She smiled at me though she was still breathing heavily. "I love you too baby."

"You know there's no turning back now. Right?"

She nuzzled my chest, kissed my nipple and gently nipped at the tip. "I couldn't turn back now if I wanted to. And I don't want to. I love you Jeremy. Who knew it would turn into this?"

I reached down and took her face in my hand and pulled her closer to me. I kissed her, marveling at her soft lips and the power they had over me. "Not me." I pulled her closer and kissed her again. With her still atop me, I leaned back and relished the feel of her body against mine as we both drifted back into oblivion. We had fucked ourselves into exhaustion.

I eventually woke, and although it was no longer early in the morning, it wasn't really late. My mother had proved herself a sexual adept, and had in fact, stimulated me into another fit of sexual frenzy.

I decided to let her sleep and climbed slowly out of the bed. With a peaceful look on her sleeping face, her hair tousled, completely naked and only partially covered by the sheets, she had that freshly fucked looked. Which of course, made me want to fuck her again. I couldn't believe that I had just thought that about my own mother, but then it occurred to me why she had that look.

It seemed best to me to go ahead about my day, but the question was, where was Jess? And had she heard us? I certainly didn't want her to find me exiting mom's room, especially given the circumstances. I opened the door slowly and listened for any sound. She was like my mother in that sense, she knew what was going on anywhere in the house, and sometimes outside of it. I finally heard her moving around downstairs, and I headed quickly back to the shower to steam myself clean again. And to especially remove those pungent aromas associated with lots of sex.

I finally got cleaned up and dressed, and headed downstairs. I needed to find out whether Jess knew anything had happened last night or this morning. I was sure she was eventually going to find out, probably because I was going to tell her, but it was best she didn't know right now.

I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the table and decided to see if I could tell if Jess suspected, or knew anything. When she came through the door into the kitchen, she threw the paper at me, smirking and then asking "Why is your lazy ass only just now getting up? Aren't you an early one?" I smiled back, taking that to mean she hadn't heard or seen anything that happened with mom this morning.

I shifted in my seat. My overworked balls screamed at me, "Thanks for finally getting us back into action, but did you have to hurt us in the process?" I looked at Jess and thought again how beautiful she was before I put on my big brother face. "You know, I hadn't noticed how much more mature you are. You really do look better with a few wrinkles."

She stuck her tongue out at me and asked "So what's on your plate today?"

"Well, I thought I might start my new career today as a screenwriter of hard-core porn. But then I started looking around and realized that you and mom had let the place go to hell, so it'll have to wait another day while I putter around the house and property, fixing all the crap that seems to have deteriorated in the last few years. The porn industry will have to languish in its current pathetic state another day. I think millions of Americans can survive another day on the current crop of cheesy incest fantasies churned out by the unimaginative chimps that currently produce it. You?"

"I think mom and I are running some errands for one of those endless organizations she's involved with. I wonder where she is anyway?"

I managed to refrain from saying "lying in bed covered in my cum" while managing the more subtle and incredibly uninformative "I think she was up late but I'm sure she'll be down in awhile."

Mom finally emerged and she and Jessica finally got themselves together by mid-morning and left to run the errands that were going to suck up most of their day. With their goodbyes, they said that they'd be back sometime in the late afternoon or early evening without committing to a firm return time. Mom did mention that she and Natalie, one of our neighbors with whom she shared many of the same community volunteer activities, had promised to take an overnight trip by train that evening to meet with the chair of a common board they served on, so she and Jess wouldn't be too late.

I ended up puttering around the house all day engaged in endless mindless chores that took little skill or brain power but lots of energy. Cleaning gutters, repairing broken porch rails, trimming hedges, replacing broken windows...by mid-afternoon I was more than done. I decided to finally call it a day and park my tired carcass in the late afternoon sun with an icy gin and tonic.

Got changed into some sunning clothes, made myself a stiff drink and moved outside by the pool. Draped a towel over one of those inflatable rafts by the side of the pool, coated myself in sunscreen, placed myself in a prone position, turned up the radio, closed my eyes, gave a heavy sigh, and would have been the most useless human being alive, except that I was actively soaking up the sun and sucking down that gin and tonic, both of which required more effort than I wanted to exert.

I heard mom and Jessica come in a little later, but didn't pay them much mind. The sun was hot, the drink was cold and I was happy being useless. It didn't take long however for Jess to intrude on that state of being.

"Hey big brother!"

I groaned and managed to turn my head to look at her. I think I managed to keep my mouth closed and didn't stare too much. Jess had on a string bikini that exhibited every curve to perfection. She managed to extract one of the floating rafts from the pool and pulled it up beside me, all the while smiling deliriously. Draping a towel over the raft, she too placed herself in a prone position next to me, changed the radio station, took a big swig of my drink, and right after closing her eyes asked, "You seem to be entirely too comfortable. I think you should help put some sunscreen on my back before I burn."

"Are you aware that I was happily contemplating my state of non-being before you arrived?"

"Now you can contemplate sunscreen on my back."

I dragged myself off the raft, took another drink of the now lukewarm gin and tonic and searched around for the sunscreen. "I hope you appreciate everything I do for you" I grumbled.

She had the audacity to smile when she said "Quit your whining and get to putting on the sunscreen."

I looked down at her, her honey-blond hair falling loosely over her shoulders, golden-hued skin beckoning, a lithe torso that flowed into a perfectly shaped bottom that flowed into lean shapely legs. And the perfectly shaped bottom was barely covered by a white Lycra fabric pulled together by strings...just like the top.

I felt my cock stir at the thought of my hands all over her body, but tried to ignore it. Unfortunately, my cock didn't cooperate and it was soon semi-erect, the bulge evident in my swim shorts if anyone was paying attention. I located the sunscreen and decided "fuck it". I walked over to Jess, straddled the raft and lowered myself down onto her bottom. I knew she could feel my cock pressed against her, but I enjoyed myself anyway. I leaned over, grinding my cock into her shapely ass, and untied the string to her top.

Unscrewing the top of the plastic tube, I squirted sunscreen all over her back. I had the image of cumming all over her as the thick streams flowed from the tube. I finally put the tube down, pressed my hands against her back and began rubbing the sunscreen on her warm, soft skin. I pressed my hands firmly against her, my palms sliding against her back. I pressed forward again, my cock now hard, and I again ground my prick against her bottom.

I heard her groan, and I pressed my mouth to her ear and whispered "You know, it's too bad you're my sister."

I got myself back upright, and after spreading the sunscreen across her shoulders and upper back, I let my hands slip down under her arms and let my fingers slide down her sides. I lingered for a moment and let my hands gently squeeze the soft swell of her breasts at her sides. I felt her shudder when I fondled the sides of her breasts, enjoying her reaction, but then slipped my hands down further along her sides. I finally shifted positions, settling myself perched partly on my knees at the back of her thighs. I finished with her lower back and then got up and sat myself down on the side of the raft.

I took the sunscreen again and squeezing the bottle again, dribbled long thin streams down the backs of her legs. Starting with the left one first, I massaged the sunscreen into her feet, then worked my way up her calves. By the time I reached the backs of her thighs, my cock was again hard as a rock and aching.

I worked my hands up her leg, and as my hands worked slowly toward the inviting mound between her thighs, she slowly spread them wider. When I reached her bottom, I let my fingers slip under the thin material covering her ass. I was massaging the sunscreen into her skin, my hand now wedged firmly between her thighs. I pressed my fingers firmly against her mound as I worked the sunscreen in and enjoyed feeling her squirm under my firm caresses.

I stopped and moved back down, and started on her other leg, now working my way up her right leg. By the time my hand was once again pressed firmly against her mound, I could see the wetness coloring her bikini bottom. I was in such a state of arousal that I was close to untying the strings holding the bikini bottom together, and caressing her firm, shapely ass. I resisted the urge, only to an extent, and before standing up, gave a slight slap to her bottom indicating I was done. Jess had not so much as moved a muscle since she spread her legs to let me work my hands up the backs of her thighs, but she jumped a little when I slapped her bottom. I could still see the wet spot between her thighs and decided it a good thing that I was done.

"Alright, you're adequately sun-screened. If you burn now, you only have yourself to blame."

Instead of the sarcastic retort that I fully expected from her, her only response was a gutteral "Thanks Jeremy." I looked down at her and had the impression that she was about to explode – her body was spread out, but instead of relaxed, she was incredibly tense and I realized then, just how aroused she was.

All I could think was that if I slipped my hand between her thighs, I could bring her to orgasm within a matter of minutes. Deciding it was best if I dismissed those thoughts, I stood up, gathered my wits about me, and reached down to adjust my cock in my swimsuit – I couldn't after all, just stand there with an obvious tent-pole in my shorts. As I took another deep breath to try to get control of myself, I saw my mother standing in the French doors, watching us with a smile on her face. Now what the hell was she thinking about, looking at us like that?

After I'd taken a shower and gotten some fresh clothes on, I was feeling much better. Of course, it had helped that I had jerked off in the shower. Back downstairs, I made myself another drink. As I was standing there pouring the gin, mom rounded the corner into the kitchen with Natalie in tow.

I had known Natalie a long time. I had dated her daughter Sharon in high school. As a teen boy, Natalie had been the subject of many sexual fantasies and frustrations. She was a tall, somewhat rubenesque redhead who had fired my imagination in so many different ways. As she screeched "Jeremy, it's so good to see you," and embraced me tightly, I remembered every single one of them.

I wrapped my arms around her, enjoying the feel of her ample breasts pressed against me and said "It's good to see you Mrs. Freeman."

She tsked me before finally letting me go, "Jeremy, it's long past time you called me Natalie. No more Mrs. Freeman. It makes me feel old."

I looked at her, "Well, we can't have that can we? And it certainly doesn't apply to you. You look as beautiful as ever. I thought you were Sharon when you first came into the kitchen."

She smiled and I tried not to let my eyes linger on what was still a very appealing body.

I looked at mom. "So you two are off for this evening?"

Mom walked over and hugged me, a feeling that I enjoyed much too much. "Yes, we're leaving now. Our meeting is first thing in the morning and we should be back no later than mid-afternoon tomorrow, perhaps earlier if everything goes well. Once we get into the city, we'll plan to check into the hotel, visit a little, shop a little, and then a late dinner before calling it a night."

"Okay, have a safe trip and I'll see you tomorrow."

Jessica strolled in just before they left and bid them goodbye as well just before they walked out the door. After they left, she leaned against the counter, and took a sip of my new drink. I eyed her suspiciously and asked. "Is it only my drinks that you feel like belong to you or do you suck down anyone's drink? And what are you up to this evening? Do you want to have dinner with me? I thought I might throw a steak on the grill."

Standing there in her bikini, her body glowing from the sunscreen and the few hours spent in the sun, she was irresistibly beautiful. "Thanks for the offer, but I can't. I promised Gail that I would have dinner with her and then we'd go have drinks."

"Slutting again I see."

"Do you want to come with us?"

I looked at her, remembering the afternoon's events, feeling my cock stir again at the thought of being pressed against her. "Thanks, but I don't think so. I'm not quite up to that at the moment."

She was quiet, not like her at all. She walked over to me, wrapped her arms around me and laid her head against my chest and just held me quietly. I wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her on the top of her head. I asked "Is something wrong Jess?"

She stood there, still holding me. "No, nothing is wrong. In some ways, everything is feeling much more right again." She looked up at me and smiled. "I don't think you know what it was like for you to be gone from us for so long. Mom and I love you so much. And we missed you terribly."

There wasn't much I could say to that so I pulled her closer. I pressed my face to her and inhaled deeply, wanting to enjoy the smell and the closeness of her. What I got was the overpowering scent of coconut sunscreen. "God damn it Jess."

She looked at me. "What?"

I let her go and pulled back from her. I, and my fresh clothes were coated in the remnants of her afternoon sunbathing.

The seriousness left her face and she giggled. "Serves you right." Then she turned and bounced off upstairs to get cleaned up. And once again, I couldn't stop myself from gazing at her perfect ass as she bounced away.

I had just thrown a large porterhouse on the grill and it was sizzling in a way that was making my mouth water. I walked into the kitchen and was throwing a salad together, when Jess came down the stairs, ready to go out with Gail. She was rocking a strapped little black dress that left me a little breathless. Jess also tended not to wear make-up and the au natural look suited her well. Her lips were highlighted by a light pink lip gloss...combined with her sparkling blue eyes, and honey-blond hair that fell to her shoulders, accentuated by the golden glow from an afternoon in the sun and she was the epitome of stunning.

She looked at me, and hesitated for a second before asking "What? Do I have something on my face?"

I shook my head and once again gathered my wits about me. I laughed and responded. "Nothing other than that big zit to the right side of your nose. It does detract a little and I couldn't help but stare at it."

She stuck her tongue out and once again assumed that anything that was mine was hers. She sauntered up to the counter, and took a drink of the beer I had opened in lieu of another gin and tonic.

I grimaced at her before asking "So what's the plan for this evening? You and Gail? The two of you targeting old geezers who can leave you wealthy, or just looking for anything that still walks?"

"You should come with us. Gail has done nothing but ask about you since you've been back and she's been dressing extra-slutty without my encouragement. I think it's because she's hopeful that you'll actually accept my invitations to join us one evening."

"I'd think about it but I have raw meat on the grill. Well, it was raw when I put it out there a while ago. I'm sure it's suitably charred by now. I better go flip it."

She grinned. "Okay. Don't wait up. Gail was intent on getting laid this evening and that often entails going through a lot frogs before we locate some sort of 4th rate prince."

I walked over and kissed her. "Have a good time." And with that she was out the door.

I finished the steak and ate by myself at the kitchen table, enjoying the peace and quiet. I grabbed a beer and sat out on the back deck for awhile, enjoying the last few rays of the sun and then the cool of the early evening. I rolled a joint, took a couple of big tokes to mellow out the alcohol I'd been drinking all afternoon, then had another beer and sat on the deck a little longer – needless to say, I was quite enjoying myself. When I had finished the beer, I walked back into the house, cleaned up the kitchen, grabbed another one and parked myself in front of the tube.

It wasn't too much later when I heard a car door slam shut, and the front door open and then close. I heard a familiar voice yell "JEREMY!" and thought to myself, "What the hell is she doing home already?"

Pretty quickly, Jess sauntered into the den and I asked my question. "What the hell are you doing home already? Why aren't you helping Gail sort princes from frogs?"

She smiled. "We got into an argument. Over you as it turns out. She wanted to know if you were avoiding her since you weren't joining us, even after multiple invitations. I think the girl's got the serious hots for you. Which is a little odd, since for all she knows, you could have grown a second head, a beer belly, lost all your teeth and turned into a child molester."

I picked up the joint off the table and lit it again, taking a large toke. "And why would she think any of that about me? I was a serious stud when she knew me. Why wouldn't I still be?"

She took the joint from me, inhaled deeply, held her breath for a second, exhaled and grinned. "You are so funny sometimes that I feel guilty not paying you just to listen to you. Anyway, as for Gail, I told her I thought it was best that I leave and she could sort through her own frogs." With the weed taking effect, she turned to the TV and asked, "So, what are we watching?"

"You know me. Animal shows. This one has a troop of bonobo chimps who are continually masturbating as a means of lessening tension and increasing group cohesion. Its an interesting idea, but I don't think it would work for me."

"Cool, can I join you?" And without waiting for an answer, she took off upstairs saying "I'll be back in a jiff. Would you get me a beer?"

I took another drag on the joint, finished my beer and then went to the fridge to get two more, and had just settled back on the couch when I heard Jess coming back down the stairs. She came around the corner, wearing nothing but the pair of silk pajama shorts and the cropped tank top that she had on the first morning I saw her. She hopped on the couch next to me, threw her legs over mine, and nestled in beside me.

We sat comfortably quiet for a while, drinking the beers, occasionally sharing the remains of the joint and simply enjoying being together while we watched masturbating monkeys. I loved the feel of her next to me. She slipped her hand under my t-shirt and I could feel her palm warm against my abdomen, followed by the slow stroking of her fingers.

It was quiet until I finally heard Jess ask, "Why didn't you come see us? It was such a long time."

I turned to look at her. I guess it was time. "I don't have a good answer Jess. I was such a mess after Jen left. You can't imagine – I was so close to cracking that I was scaring myself. Hell, who knows, maybe I did crack. I didn't want to bring that into anyone else's life, especially you and mom. It took me a long time to pull it all back together. I was really afraid for a long time that I wasn't going to be able to do it."

"You know I never liked that bitch?"

I laughed. "REALLY? I would never have known had you not just told me."

She kissed me on the cheek and giggled. "Okay, so maybe I wasn't always pleasant to her. But I'd better never see her again with what she did to you."

My hand was on her hip and I pulled her closer to me and hugged her. She was nestled under my arm, her head laying on my chest, and I could still feel her fingers stroking my stomach. I couldn't take my eyes off her legs that were so casually draped over mine. They were radiating the sun they had absorbed all afternoon. Or I was stoned. Probably both. I glanced down at her, and noticed that her nipples were hard under the thin cotton tank. I noticed that my own breath was a little shallower than moments before and my cock was now beginning to stir.

I was resting my head on top of hers, when I heard her whisper "Mom's right. You do smell like summer." I couldn't bring myself to say anything just then. So I kept my mouth closed and tried to focus on anything that would soften my growing cock. Which clearly didn't work. I soon had a boner the size of Texas under my boxers and there was no way she couldn't notice that.

Jess pulled back a little and looked up at me. I felt her hand as she reached up and caressed my cheek. She pulled my head down and lightly kissed me on the lips. I could feel the softness of her lips, the warmth, and her tongue lightly flicking across my lips just as she pulled away. She looked at me strangely, and I couldn't tear myself away from those beautiful blue eyes.

She looked at me directly, and asked. "When we were in the backyard today and you were putting the sunscreen on me, you said that it was too bad that I was your sister. What would you do right now if I weren't?"

I was fully aroused now. But I looked at her and smiled. "Jess, honey, I don't think you should ask me that question."

But she wasn't going to let it go. "I want you to tell me. What would you do right now if I weren't your sister?"

I took her face in my hand, and pulled her close to me. I bent down and pressed my lips to hers and kissed her hard. I wanted her to feel the desire through that kiss. I could feel her body meld to mine. When I felt her lips part in response, I slipped my tongue in her mouth and felt hers press against mine. I heard the low guttural moan escape her lips, which only stoked the lust I was feeling.

I let my hand drift down her body. I slipped my hand under the tank and cupped her small breast, then took the hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it hard. She grunted at the pain but didn't pull away. I moved my hand further down, and finally pressed it between her thighs. I felt her spread her legs for me and I pushed my fingers under the bottoms of the shorts. I pressed my fingers against the soft wet lips underneath and I listened as she moaned again when I let my fingers play between her thighs.

I pressed my mouth close to her ear. "When I straddled your ass this afternoon, and I was massaging the sunscreen into your back, could you feel my cock when I ground it against you?"

I could barely hear her when she murmured a strained "Yessssssssssssssssss..."

I heard her inhale sharply as one of my fingers caressed her clit. Like with mom the evening before, I was no longer in control and couldn't stop myself. "I was so horny Jess, by the time I was working the sunscreen into your thighs. I could barely control myself. It made you wet didn't it? My hands wedged between your thighs. Slowly working the muscles. You could feel my hands when I pressed them against your cunt, couldn't you?"

Her eyes were closed and her breathing was now shallow. I could feel her hips squirm as I fondled her. And once again, I heard her say "Yesssssssssssssss...I didn't want you to stop."

"Did I make you wet little sister?"

"Yessssssss. I was so horny Jeremy."

I pressed my mouth to her ear again and whispered hoarsely "I wanted to untie the strings on your bikini and rip your bottoms off. I was so close Jess..."

I thought my cock was going to explode when I heard her say "That's what I wanted too...I wanted you..."

I pulled my hands up to her neck and turned her to face me and kissed her hard again. I wanted to fuck her and the desire was overwhelming. My heart was racing at the thought of her, feeling her pressed tightly against me, her hands roaming my body, and I decided I wasn't going to wait any longer.

I pulled back from her slightly – her eyes were glazed with lust – her face a mask of wanton sexuality. I got off the couch and stood in front of her. I reached down and pulled off the loose t-shirt I was wearing. I slipped my fingers in the waist-band of the boxers I was wearing and pushed them down over my hips, my erect cock springing free. The boxers fell to the floor and I stepped out of them.

Her eyes were glued to mine. "This is what I would do Jess, if you weren't my sister."

I knelt down on the floor in front of her and positioned myself in front of her knees. I reached down and grabbed the waist-band of her pajama shorts and as she lifted herself up, I pulled them down over her hips and all the way off. I nodded at her. "Now take off your top."

She looked at me and slowly did as she was told. The light-weight tank easily slipped over the top of her head. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her hair was tousled and falling about her shoulders. The golden hue of her tan skin gave way to small rounded porcelain breasts untouched by the sun. Aureoles the size of a half-dollar, slightly darker than I expected, and hard puckered succulent nubs perched in the center of each. I leaned forward and kissed her, my hands firmly grasping her sides. Her silky smooth skin was heaven to the touch.

I slid my hands down to her thighs and pressed them apart and I positioned myself between her spread legs. Her body was so incredibly responsive to my touch. Her soft full lips grazed mine repeatedly, one moment nipping at my lips with her teeth, the next moment her tongue flicking between slightly parted lips to taste mine. My left hand slipped down her waist, gently caressing the soft skin. Her back arched as she felt my fingers slip lightly across her skin to finally grasp her bare hip.

My cock was rigid. Aching. The mushroom-shaped head was colored a dark purple, and was swollen and firm. The long thick flesh-colored shaft was streaked with dark blue veins running the length. I kissed her again and I felt her hand grasp my cock. She released it momentarily, taking the shaft between her thumb and forefinger, slowly sliding the length of my prick. I felt her gently squeeze my cock-head between her fingers, and she smiled ever so slightly at my discomfort.

I bent down and kissed her neck, shoulders. I let my tongue drift down from her neck to the middle of her chest, leaving a light trail of saliva on her skin. I turned my head and took her hard left nipple in my teeth, and lightly flicked my tongue across the sensitive tip. She grabbed me by the back of my head, her fingers entwined in my hair, and pulled me tighter to her breast. I barely heard her whisper "Yessssssssssssssss...suck my nipple."

I continued to work my way down her body. I wanted to bury my face between her thighs. I softly nipped at her breasts, lightly biting her. Softly kissing the silky skin of her stomach, her sides. I reached her pelvis and she giggled as my tongue flicked across her skin. I let my finger stroke the soft thatch of trimmed hair that adorned the center of her thighs.

I pushed her legs wider apart and looked up at her briefly. The lust in her eyes was undeniable. I turned back, and pressed my mouth tightly to her cunt. My tongue slipped between her swollen labia and I could feel her entire body go rigid as I began to tongue-fuck her. She gasped and her hips squirmed, but I held her tight.

I loved the smell of her, the taste of her. It was so familiar and I realized why. She had my mother's taste and my mother's smell. My tongue slid the length of her engorged sensitive lips, probing, tasting. I pushed my head up and pressed my lips around the firm nub at the center and I heard her gasp again as I began to suck her aroused little clit. Gently sucking, letting my tongue lightly flick across the firm tip of the nub, the lightly tracing little circles with my tongue.

Her hips were roiling now, her hands firmly grasping my head and pulling me hard between her thighs. I could feel her hips occasionally thrust forward or upward against my mouth. As I continued to tongue her, I slipped one finger inside her slit, probing for the tight little entrance and finally found it. As my finger entered her, I began to finger-fuck her and tongue her clit at the same time.

She groaned heavily and when I felt her body go rigid, and she emitted a soft cry, I knew she had reached the point of no return. She tried to push my head away as I tongued her while she orgasmed. Her hips bucked against my mouth and through the fog of my own lust and desire I heard her saying "Stop. Jeremy, please...no more."

I finally pulled away, though not entirely. I softly kissed the insides of her thighs as the final waves of the climax washed over her. Her body finally relaxed, though her breathing was heavy and ragged. Still kneeling between her spread thighs, she pulled me back up and towards her, wrapping her arms around me. I could feel her small breasts pressed against my chest as our mouths came together again.

Though her heart was racing, her breath was returning to normal. She pressed her lips to my cheek and held me. I heard her hoarsely growling "I love you" before she buried her face in my neck, her soft lips again kissing me.

I held her a few minutes longer as we both calmed a bit. I finally stood up, my cock still resembling an iron rod, and I reached down and pulled her off the couch. I pulled her close to me, my cock pressed hard against her stomach, her breasts crushed against my chest, and kissed her softly. I pressed my lips to her ear and whispered, "Come with me."

Holding her hand, I led her around the corner, up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom and to the oversized queen bed. My sister had had that bed since her teen years, a large four-poster canopy bed, and she had always loved it. We stood right next to it now. With her facing the bed, I moved behind her, and grasping her hips, I pulled her tightly to me again. This time, my cock pressed hard against her ass and her lower back. My hands drifted upward and my arms encircled her.

One hand came to rest lightly on her stomach, the other cupped her small firm breast. I bent down and nuzzled her neck. I felt her grind her ass back against me and my cock responded to the sudden shift in pressure and slow firm stimulation. I wanted her like I'd never wanted anything.

I whispered in her ear, "I don't care if you're my little sister, you're an evil bitch. Are you trying to make me harder?"

I could see the corners of her mouth turn up as she smiled, "I think if you get any harder, you're going to explode."

"You have no idea yet, but you're going to find out. Get into the bed."

And I watched her as she separated herself from my embrace and crawled slowly and invitingly into bed. Watching her as she crawled slowly on her hands and knees, her breasts moving in rhythm with her crawl, ass perched high one moment, and then in a slow, deliberate turn, her body shifted, and she turned and lowered herself onto her back in the middle of the bed. She strategically, tantalizingly placed her arms above her head, her blue eyes locking with mine, one leg stretched out long, the other bent and parted from the other, exposing herself to me. Teasing me. Inviting me.

I reached down, taking my hard shaft in my hands, and stroked my cock only briefly. She shifted her eyes to watch...it was the only time her eyes left mine. I released my prick and crawled onto the bed with her, but I had only one intent. I crawled closer to her and moved between her spread thighs. I bent down and nipped at the soft silky flesh on the inside of her thighs with my teeth. I traced small circles on her skin with my tongue, leaving a light trail of saliva.

She closed her eyes and laid back as I moved further up. I tongued her pussy briefly and heard her sigh before moving on. I lightly kissed her stomach, time and time again, and felt her hand as it fell on the back of my head, her fingers now tangled in my hair. My lips pressed lightly against her silken flesh. Her flat abdomen and small waist moved into shapely well-formed hips. I let my lips lightly drift against her skin, softly kissing her side and moving across her stomach to the other side, slowly working my way up. Her hips squirmed underneath me.

I finally reached her chest. I delighted in tonguing the cleft between her small breasts. I teased her with my tongue, moving slowly. I again nipped at the firm flesh of her right breast, and finally reached the taut nipple. When I took it between my teeth, her fingers clinched my hair and pulled me tighter to her chest. I bit firmly and flicked my tongue across the sensitive tip.

I was now wedged firmly between her legs and she had spread her thighs as wide as she could open them. My cock, thick and engorged, dropped heavily from between my legs and lay against her cunt. She reached down, and taking my shaft in her hand, slowly began to rub my cockhead against the vertical cleft between her thighs.

Her head was thrown back, her hair draped all around her. I moved up again, and pressed my lips to her neck. She pulled my head toward hers and our mouths crushed together. Her hips were now thrusting against my cockhead as she pressed it firmly against her cunt and I felt the head slip in the tight entrance. I groaned as I entered her and simultaneously shoved my tongue deep in her mouth as my rock-hard cock began to penetrate her.

I was resisting the urge to savagely fuck her. I had been in a constant state of arousal since the afternoon's activities. I thought back to straddling her firm ass in the late afternoon sun, grinding my cock hard against her bottom as I slathered the lotion on her back. Having her under me now, on her back, her legs spread for me, gazing up at me with those penetrating blue eyes, I couldn't stop myself and slowly began to thrust my cock into her, sliding in deeper with each thrust.

I heard her grunt softly with each new thrust. The desire to fuck her was overwhelming. I drove my cock in hard with one final shove, the length of my shaft encased in her tight cunt. I tried to drive my prick even deeper, but my pubic bone was already pressed hard against her mound. I lowered myself down to her, and slowly pulled her over on her side as I rolled over so that we were side by side. I reached down and pulled her upper leg over my hip. I slowly ground my cock inside her, and felt her hips move in rhythm to mine.Her hand was on my lower back, holding me tight to her. I slipped my hand up her leg, caressed her firm ass, and grasped her bottom as I began to fuck her. Her cunt was tight around my cock, easing the ache that had been building in my prick all day. I buried my face in her neck, holding her body hard against my mine. She was incredibly wet, and despite my size and how tight she was, I slipped in and out of her easily.

I heard her soft mewling, and the whispered fragments of her voice as I was now in a rhythm of long deep strokes. "Unnnnnnnnnnh. Jeremy. Yessssss. Yessssss. Ohhhhhhh, Jeremy. Harder. Yesssssss. Harder. Fuck me. Fuck me harder..."

The sound of her voice was making me crazy and though I knew that if I fucked her harder I would come almost instantaneously, it didn't matter. I rolled her back over and lifted myself off her just enough so that I could drive my cock into her with hard deep thrusts. My balls were aching with the pressure of needed release and I intended to have it. I began to pound my cock into her, withdrawing just to the point of my cockhead and then shoving the long hard shaft back deep inside her. My long absence from sex combined with the extraordinary arousal meant that I wasn't going to be able to control myself any longer. I began to fuck her with abandon...pressing my mouth to her ear and whispering hoarsely through ragged breath "I'm going to cum Jess...I'm going to cum in your cunt."

When I felt her nails digging into my back, it sent me spinning. I felt the eruption begin deep in my balls, and felt the thick warm stream of fluid as it spent itself through my cock. Finally, the trickle of sperm at the tip of my cockhead, buried deep in her cunt, became like a flow of volcanic lava...each spasm of my cock now associated with another stream of cum filling her...

Our bodies, tightly intertwined, lubricated by the thin film of sweat soaking each of us. Her hips were grinding hard against mine, milking my cock for every drop. I was grinding just as hard against her, trying unsuccessfully to meld my body to hers.

As the spasms subsided, the writhing of our bodies did as well. I was gasping for breath, holding myself above her trying not crush her with my weight. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled to my side, drawing her with me, trying to keep my now semi-rigid cock from slipping out of her.

I kissed her again, pulling her hard to me. Feeling her small breasts crushed against my chest. One of her hands lightly caressing my back, the other on my ass, nails still digging into my flesh, trying to hold me in place. As my cock grew limper, the soft organ slowly slipped from between her thighs and we both groaned. The simultaneity of those groans led us to both laugh, and pull each other tighter again.

I reached my hand up to her face, pushing the stray strands of sweat-stroked hair back. Her smile was dazzling. I felt her lips against my cheek. Softly pressing against my lips. As I finally regained my breath, I slowly stroked the small of her back.

I kissed her again and smiled at her. "Still think it's a shame that I'm your brother?"

She laughed and rolled onto her back, separating herself from me in an effort to get cool – the heat of our bodies pressed together was too much. "Oh god no. Jeremy. I wouldn't have it any other way."

I reached down and cupped her breast, teasing the still-taut nipple with my fingers. "I love you, you know."

She turned her head to look at me, those blue eyes once again captivating mine. "I love you too, baby."

"It's going to be hard for me to be in the same house with you all the time and trying to keep my hands off you."

She gave me a half-hearted stern look. "If you have any thoughts of keeping your hands, or any other part of your body off me, you can just forget those right now."

She looked down at my limp prick, shrunken and still glistening with her wetness. She reached down and gently took my still-aching balls in her hand, slowly massaging the tender orbs. My cock, as it is want to do, reacted swiftly to her ministrations. It straightened perceptibly at the stimulation.

Jess, slightly surprised, grasped my solidifying organ and slowly began to stroke the semi-hard shaft. Which, as expected, reacted even more strongly.

Jess, still gently stroking my newly erect cock, looked at me again and smiled. "Big brother, one might think you'd never been laid if this is how you react."

I bent over and kissed her. "Are you complaining already?"

As she felt my hand slip between her thighs, my fingers probing her cunt, my cock now hard in her hand, she again spread her legs, laid her head back on the bed and said. "No complaints, no. None at all."