If asked, Kathy and Phillip would have said they had a normal life. Normal for them meant the usual sibling friction and devotion. They had loving, responsible parents and never wanted for anything that really mattered. Their father always worked hard and provided for the family well. Wanting a bit of discretionary income, their mother decided to take part time employment and this compelled them to look to each other for support. Kathy, being two years older than her brother, met life's experiences before Phillip and he depended on her from that standpoint. For her part, Kathy discovered in her freshman year of high school that Phillip had his own value. When a rude upper classman crossed the line with her, she complained to Phillip. He confronted the boy a few days later, and even though smaller and younger, ended up teaching the malefactor that consequences always followed actions. Thus, as both youngsters entered young adulthood they came to share a common reliance.
When his sister went to college out of state, Phillip did not appreciate how her absence would impact him. For two years Kathy would be home on holidays and brief periods during the summer. Due to his own college ambitions, Phillip spent most of his summers prepping at a nearby academy. Then Phillip entered a distant university and their contact became even more intermittent. When their father passed away at the beginning of Phillip's sophomore year, the brother and sister found themselves interacting intimately for the first time in a long while. Their mother was not incapacitated by her husband's loss, but Kathy and Phillip directly handled many of the arrangements for his burial out of compassion for their mother's situation. As they walked to the car from the graveside, the days of little sleep, emotional stress and general grief took their toll on Kathy. It was a chilly winter day and she shivered as Phillip opened the car door for her. Noticing, he reached out and embraced his sister softly. She looked into his eyes, her elfin face showing sadness. Kathy closed her eyes and let her brother's strong arms envelope her. Laying her head on his shoulder, she felt her tears slide over cheeks as she released the restraint on her feelings.
"Ok, Kath." Phillip said. "I know it hurts."
Those simple words of shared grief uttered with a lack of embarrassment, melted Kathy's heart and she drew her brother closer with her own embrace. They drove home in silence, each contemplating their own pain while mindful of the other's.
The next few days brought a little relief. Kathy and Phillip decided to take time from college and stay home.
"I'm telling myself it's for Mom. But, it's as much for me as her." Kathy admitted to her brother.
"I feel the same way." He said. "I couldn't face school right now." Winter eventually turned to spring and the family's loss softened. Kathy approached her brother with an idea.
"You know Mom needs something to get her mind on life. The church is having a weekend retreat and I think it would be good for her to get out. To experience others in a, you know...sympathetic surrounding."
Phillip thought for a moment. "I think you're right. Do you think she would go?" He asked.
"She would if we both told her it was something that she needed." Kathy answered.
Their mother resisted at first, but she gave in as both children expressed their opinions over several days. She reluctantly agreed and the plans were finalized. They drove her to the church on a Thursday and saw her off. They were encouraged by the fact that their mother was in good spirits and greeted her friends warmly.
"I'm so glad she's feeling better." Said Kathy, as they drove home.
"How 'bout you, Kath? How are you feeling?" asked Phillip.
Kathy looked over at her brother smiling. "As long as we have each other, I'll be fine." She replied. Her outlook was much improved by seeing her mother experiencing a small bit of happiness.
On their arrival home Kathy and Phillip were in such good moods they decided that they would spend an evening on what they used to call "dates". Whenever they were not spending time with their "steadies", they would order pizza or Chinese and watch movies together. This seemed a perfect time. Neither had felt the yearning for outside company as they grieved for their loss and strove to support their mother and each other. As the heartache eased the siblings felt a natural need for diversion.
Evening came and the food arrived. Phillip had rented the DVD's they settled in the family room to eat in front of the TV. The movies were lighthearted entertainment. They laughed and teased each other as they shared the time together. It was just what they needed to distract them briefly from life's harsh intrusions. Between movies Kathy decided to change into her sleepwear. Her brother took this opportunity to go to the kitchen and pour himself a Bacardi and coke. He had taken a few sips and felt the alcohol warming his mood before his sister returned. Kathy came into the room and sat on the couch near him. She had donned her warm weather usual; loose fitting PJ shorts and an oversized tee. Both garments pink but in differing shades.
"No wonder you don't have a boyfriend, Kath." He laughed. "That's not what I'd call a flattering look."
Kathy scowled at her brother. Noticing the drink, she could smell the rum. "What's the matter? Those don't come in pairs?" she feigned anger.
He chuckled. "I'm not your slave. You know where the stuff is."
Kathy groaned as she rose to go to the kitchen. "You're mean." She stuck her tongue out at him as she left. Phillip watched her butt jiggle as she strutted away from him. He shook his head and thought to himself what a nice ass Kathy sported.
When Kathy returned with her drink she decided to take Phillip to task. "Since when did you worry about what I wear? You must be one of those freaks that like women's clothes."
He laughed. "I'm no panty boy!"
"Oh, I bet you fantasize about underwear all the time!" she shot back, laughing.
"Nah." He shook his head. "But...when I used to wash clothes I'd see your panties and wonder how you ever fit your big behind in 'em." Phillip was only joking about the size of his sister's derriere. As he pondered the subject his mind's eye constructed an image of a firm, smooth feminine ass.
Reflexively, Kathy punched her brother's shoulder. "Shut up!"
Her blow jostled his arm and some of his drink spilled out onto his jeans.
"Dammit." He muttered.
Kathy giggled. "Oops. Well, you'd better get into your PJ's now."
Muttering to himself Phillip rose and left the room to change. His sister giggled watching him trying to walk without letting the damp cloth of his jeans contact his body. Kathy caught her reflection in the glass doors of the china cabinet in the adjoining dining room. She got up from the couch and walked into the dining room. When she was close enough she turned slightly so that she could see her rear end. "It's not that bad." She thought to herself. She flexed the muscles of her legs by standing on tip toes. Nodding to herself, Kathy could see the definition in her slim but well toned calves and thighs. "When the weather gets warmer I have to get back in the pool." She thought. She enjoyed swimming the laps knowing that was all the maintenance her body required. Kathy returned to her seat on the couch and sipped her drink.
Phillip had donned some gym shorts and a fresh tee before coming back into the family room. "You better behave, sister." He remarked as he sat down.
"Uh, no more butt commentary." Kathy responded.
"I call 'em as I see 'em." Joked Phillip.
"Then you need to see an ophthalmologist, Loser." His sister quipped.
Phillip laughed and put another DVD in the player. They watched the second movie and enjoyed it as much as the other. Each of them had a few more drinks and so they were in a fine mood by the time the movie ended. Phillip pointed the remote in the direction of the entertainment center and turned off the DVD player. Switching over to the TV he found MTV. The program was a Beyonce special and Phillip whistled as the singer swayed seductively in a music video clip. Kathy looked over to her brother in disbelief. "And you think MY butt is big?" she laughed loudly.
"What?" Phillip said. He also laughed.
"Look at that thing." Kathy pointed.
"Ohhhhh...I am." Leered her brother.
"You are such a freak." She exclaimed.
Phillip laughed again. "You're just jealous."
"Of THAT?" Kathy asked.
Phillip thought he could sense that his sister was losing her good mood over the subject. "Kathy, I'm just joking around." He said.
Kathy sipped her drink in silence, watching the TV.
"Don't be mad." Phillip was worried that he had really upset her. "There's nothing wrong with your butt."
"GOTCHA!" Kathy roared.
Phillip laughed again. "OK. You got me. Now hush and lemme watch this."
"So." She said evenly.
"So?" said Phillip as he continued to watch the TV.
"You do like my butt?" Kathy teased.
"C'mon, Kathy. You're starting to obsess." Said Phillip, not looking away from the TV.
Kathy was a bit peeved that her brother was not paying attention to her. She slowly slid down the couch toward him coming to rest sitting on her legs. Feeling his sister next to him, Phillip looked over. She was smiling at him sweetly. Her blue eyes sparkling, her face framed by her straight, blonde hair.
"What?" he asked.
"You do like my butt?" Repeating her question.
Phillip shook his head. "You're not gonna leave it alone, are ya?"
In response, his sister moved off the couch onto her knees at his feet. Turning to face away from him, Kathy rested her elbows on the coffee table. Phillip was looking down at his sister wondering what she was up to. Kathy arched her back making the fabric of her shorts draw tight against the round globes of her ass. Her brother could see she was wearing nothing beneath the shorts and the garment molded itself to his sister's body like a second skin. The rum was kicking in full bore now and Phillip let his mind approach the abyss. Not worrying about consequences, his focus was on the lithe body wantonly being displayed before him. Kathy moved her knees apart and pushed back further. Phillip noticed the hint of an outline of her pouting genitalia and could not control the blood rushing to his penis. Feeling his organ starting to engorge Phillip was startled from his reverie by his sister's sigh. She was looking at him over her shoulder, smiling.
"You do like my butt?" Whispered Kathy.
He could only nod.
Kathy experienced a moment of pleasure knowing her brother was not only letting the moment happen but reveling in it. It was almost a rush knowing that even though they were siblings Phillip was becoming aroused. Her body shifted slightly and Phillip saw her eyelids slowly close and her head tilt back. Kathy's breathing became labored and he realized what she was doing. Phillip's gaze returned to his sister's ass and he could plainly see that her hand was on her pussy, moving under the garment. He could not resist reaching into his shorts and grasping his rapidly hardening cock. He watched Kathy's hips rocking slightly, the cheeks of her ass clenching in muscular contraction in response to the stimulation of her fingers. Presently Phillip could hear an unmistakable squishing noise as his sister pushed a finger into her wet cunt, fucking herself shamelessly. She looked over her shoulder again, watching her brother through heavy lidded eyes as he stroked his cock under his shorts.
"Oh, yeah..." growled Kathy, "Make it hard."
The tone of her voice was so lust filled that Phillip felt his hand tighten involuntarily around the shaft of his stiff penis. He had not seen Kathy in such a state of excitement before and all his senses were totally occupied by her reckless exhibition. She was masturbating with such animation that her shorts were now just barely covering her ass, the deep crevice between her cheeks partially exposed. Phillip could plainly see her nimble fingers plying the drenched slit of her sex, and the white skin of her ass quivered in the excitement of her efforts. Kathy's other hand was clutching the edge of the table tightly and her forehead rested on the table's top. She was moaning softly and moving her hips with more enthusiasm as her passion increased. It only took a few more passes of her hand and her shorts dropped down her thighs. She wanted to orgasm and that was very apparent. A fine sheen of perspiration covered her ass and legs from the sexual exertion. Kathy was groaning with the pleasure of every stroke, her hand a blur as she fucked herself. With each thrust she thought of Phillip watching her passionate show and that would fuel her need for release. Kathy suddenly shoved her fingers deep into her pussy and held them there, a squeal-like grunt escaping her lips. Phillip saw the muscles in her legs flexing repeatedly as she attempted to make her fingers go even farther inside herself. Each thrust accompanied by a guttural exclamation and an exhale of breath.
"Coming." She managed to shriek between grunts.
At last her orgasm subsided and Kathy lay across the table still except for her labored breathing. Phillip's own arousal was accentuated by this image of vulnerability and he was on the verge of his own climax. He pushed his shorts down and leaned forward, resting one hand on Kathy's back. She squirmed slightly and was able to mutter a soft "What?" Not answering he slid his hand up and down his turgid cock feeling the pressure in his testicles build. With just a few strokes semen shot from his rod, long ropes of scalding sperm landing across his sister's smooth ass.
"Oh, my god." Kathy moaned.
Her brother only grunted in response and continued spraying come on her. When his balls were drained he removed his t-shirt and, kneeling beside Kathy, gently wiped his semen from her still body. Phillip put his arm around her and turned her to face him. His sister stared at him with an innocent, quizzical look. He leaned forward and kissed her. Kathy was not prepared for this, but the tenderness of the action engulfed her and she surrendered completely. Kathy embraced him as they lost themselves in several moments of ardent kissing. Feeling her brother's manhood beginning to harden against her body, Kathy became conscious of the moment. She rose to her feet in an unsteady motion not looking at Phillip sitting on the floor.
"I'm going to bed." She mumbled softly.
Before she turned to go Phillip had a brief moment to see Kathy's pussy at almost eye level. The close cropped strip of dark blonde hair matted in its post coital dampness. Her shaved labia nestled between the soft flesh of her thighs. Kathy walked from the room with slow, measured steps. His mind racing with the flood of thoughts of their carnal interplay left the living room for his own bed.
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Phillip awoke about eight o'clock the next morning. He showered, got dressed and retrieved the newspaper before settling down to a breakfast of cold cereal. After eating he went to the PC in the family room and began to surf the internet with no special direction. Two hours later he heard his sister stirring and felt a minor twinge of anxiety at facing her. He saw Kathy pass the entrance to the family room carrying a basket of laundry. Hearing the sounds of her activity his thoughts were occupied with how the morning would progress. His sister passed the entrance on the way back to her bedroom without acknowledging him in any way.
"That's not good." Phillip thought.
Phillip continued his computer activities for the time it took Kathy to finish her laundry. Finally realizing that she was not going to make any effort to speak to him, Phillip decided to approach her. As he shut the PC down he heard the front door open and close.
"Damn." He muttered.
One of Phillip's mechanisms for dealing with frustration was physical activity. He felt that he needed to find a way to deal with the burden of this morning's disquiet. The house was not a disaster area but it definitely needed some attention. He spent some time straightening and light cleaning. Nothing major, but it still killed some time and distracted his thoughts. After lunch Phillip con- templated going for a swim. It had been sunny for several days so he looked forward to the pool water being at least tolerable. After donning his trunks and gathering a towel he walked outside. Phillip loosened up with several slow paced laps and then started to freestyle with as much effort as he could gather. Fifteen minutes later he slowed his speed to cool down and then exited the water and collapsed on a lounge. The warm sun on his body and his physical exertion conspired to induce a light sleep. A few minutes passed and Phillip roused from his nap stretching his muscles still reclined on the lounge. He heard the noise of the backdoor closing and looked over to see Kathy walking toward him.
"Here we go." He thought.
His sister was wearing a sundress with a yellow floral pattern. The sun was behind her and Phillip could clearly see the body in motion under the cloth. The vision before him served to stimulate recollection of his sister's form in the throes of lust filled climax. The young man's body reacted predictably to these musings and his penis thickened, The organ moved in his trunks like an uncoiling serpent and he felt the need to sit up to mask the effect. Kathy sat on the lounge next to Phillip facing him. She seemed to be steeling herself for some excruciating task, clearing her throat and smoothing the hem of her dress.
"I'm so sorry about what I did, Phillip." She said her voice strained with emotion.
"Sorry?" Phillip asked.
Kathy nodded. "I was...I dunno...I wasn't drunk. I shouldn't have...I..."
"Kathy." Her brother cut her off.
She looked at him.
"You don't have anything to be sorry for. In case you have forgotten, there were two people present last night." He stated matter of factly.
"It was wrong..." she started.
"I don't wanna think that." Phillip interrupted. "If that was wrong then the pleasure I felt would be wrong. And I don't want that."
"You're my brother." Replied Kathy.
"Did you like what happened?" he asked.
"Oh, Phillip." She shook her head. "That's not the point."
"So, you did enjoy it." He countered.
"We can't let that be a deciding factor in determining our actions, Phillip." She said.
"Yes we can." Phillip said. "We're not hurting anybody. What happens between us is of no concern to anybody else. If one of us was taking advantage of the other, that would be bad. You did not take advantage of me. Do you feel I took advantage of you?"
"Of course not. But, it's....incest." the last word a whisper.
"That's a word. Just a word. It's not gonna make me think what we did was evil or criminal." Phillip said. "Don't get me wrong, Kathy. I'm not trying to convince you of anything. I'm telling what I believe. I don't want you to have any regret about what happened. That would hurt me. We may not share anything like that again....I dunno. That would hurt me, too"
Kathy looked at her brother, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her thoughts had been so concise only a short time before. She had driven for hours going over the events of the night before. Exploring each thought and emotion. Every touch and sensation. Kathy was sure she had come to the right conclusion. She was confident that resolution, while agonizing, could be attained. Physical intimacy with one's sibling was wrong. There was no conflict in her mind with that concept. Now that assessment was unraveling in her mind as she absorbed her brother's words. The realization that she was trying to shore up reality with a moral stance that was, at the moment, seemingly disingenuous gradually wound though her mind. Phillip's obvious sincerity in expressing himself presented Kathy with a sliver of freedom to separate her reality from the limits of society and convention. The young woman's awareness was instantly and uncontrollably consumed by the prospect. Her consciousness exploded with the possibility that she wanted to fuck her brother. An image developed in her mind of Phillip's muscled body thrusting between her widely spread legs. The image expanded to include her pushing up against her brother's body feeling his searing cock fill her completely.
"Oh, my God!" Kathy exclaimed involuntarily. She raised her hand to her mouth.
"What?" Phillip asked.
His sister shook her head slowly in a nonverbal refusal to answer.
"What did I say?" insisted Phillip thinking he had upset Kathy.
"It's not what you said." She finally spoke. "It's something I thought...I can't say it. I didn't even think about it last night when I was....masturbating. Exhibiting my body in such a depraved way...like a slut. Wanting you to watch me, wanting to excite you."
"What?" Phillip repeated. His penis stirred as he listened to her explicit words.
"I thought about...you and me..." Kathy closed her eyes.
"Go ahead, Kathy." Phillip moved a hand to his erection.
"Fucking!" his sister blurted. "Oh, Phillip. I can't believe I actually thought that! That I wanted to fuck you. To have you take me....possess me. In every way. To submit to you. To your body...your cock."
Phillip was now stroking his hard meat inside his trunks. His sister's use of such graphic language was new to him. It was electrifying hearing Kathy stress the words "fucking", "submit" and "cock". He had never experienced her unique expression of the fervent and intimate details that couples share. The lure of her turn of phrase was erotic and irresistible to him. It consumed him to the point that he pushed his trunks down his legs and openly massaged the stiff rod. Kathy gasped as she caught sight of her brother's heavily veined cock revealed in the bright sunlight. She was entranced by the purple, flared head at the end of the gristle-filled shaft.
"Phillip." She whispered hoarsely. "What are you doing to me?"
Phillip gently took his sister by the wrist and guided her to a kneeling position in front of him. He leaned down and kissed her. Deeply, with a passionate and hungry need. Kathy sucked his tongue into her mouth and groaned in joy at having her brother lead her in this exploit. Phillip thrilled at his sister's surrender and reaching down, pushed her dress past her shoulders. She pulled her arms though so that the dress fell in a bunch around her waist uncovering her breasts. Her titties possessed the firmness of youth, their skin soft and white. Tipped by pink nipples that were surrounded by small areolas. Still kissing Kathy, Phillip let his hand wander to a rapidly stiffening nipple. The enraptured young woman shuddered feeling her brother's fingers flick over her protruding nipple. Phillip broke their kiss and placing his hand behind his sister's head, holding it in place as he directed his cock to her lips. Kathy looked up at Phillip, her eyes widening...in fear?...anticipation? He could not decide and did not care. Kathy needed her brother's cock in her mouth. She yearned to surrender to its primitive and mindless domination. The raw sensation of submitting to him and to his maddening desire burned her soul. He watched his sister's lips open slightly and he slowly, but with a steady motion, introduced the burning organ into her mouth. Kathy whimpered, her eyes pleading silently. As Phillip initiated a thrusting motion with his hips he continued squeezing and pulling Kathy's nipples. The circumference of Phillip's penis stretched her mouth wider as it expanded; covered with her saliva it glistened as it moved back and forth over her drooling lips. Kathy was moaning continuously, totally engrossed in her task. Phillip could tell that he would come soon if he continued, Kathy was sucking fiercely and moving her tongue around his cock very expertly. He pulled his dick from her mouth and insistently pulled Kathy from her knees.
"Phillip?" Kathy sobbed.
"Turn around." Ordered her brother.
When she was facing away from him Phillip forced her to lay across the lounge on her belly. Pulling her dress completely off her nearly naked body was stretched out before him. He forcefully pulled her panties to one side uncovering her pussy. Spreading Kathy's slim legs he knelt behind her.
"Phillip?" another plea.
Her brother repeatedly stroked the head of his cock across her sopping cunt lips.
"Is this what you were thinking about?" Phillip growled.
"Oh, God." Kathy exclaimed.
"Is it?" Phillip demanded.
"Yes!" squealed his sister.
"Say it."
Sobs racked Kathy as the fleshy head of her brother's penis wormed around her slit and over her clitoris.
"Say it, Kathy!"
"Fuck...me." She managed to utter between gasps.
Her submission incited Phillip to action and he pushed his scalding penis into Kathy's lubricated pussy. She made an attempt to move away from the invading organ and Phillip restrained her movement with a hand on her shoulder. With her pliant, supple body immobilized he moved his hips making the rampant cock slide completely inside Kathy's pulsing cunt. The stunned young woman moaned deeply as she felt the bulbous head of her brother's penis drive totally inside her body. Phillip thrust into her repeatedly, violently. His tightly muscled abs slapped against Kathy's ass with every thrust. She could feel the hard stomach fall onto her white butt over and over. He did not know how long he could delay his orgasm and wanted to make every movement count. After only a short time he could feel Kathy's vagina spasm in climax. That was all he was able to stand. Phillip removed his cock from his sister's cunt and pulled her around to face the inevitable. Frigging her with two fingers of his right hand he directed the head of his dick at Kathy's face. With tears running down her cheeks and her body contorting in orgasm he released his load in her face. Kathy felt the scorching liquid spray across her cheek and jaw. Yielding to her brother in this act was to prolong and enhance her orgasm to the point of nearly being unbearable. Her vocalizations were random and unintelligible, but her mind was screaming "Cum! More! Cum on me!" Four times her brother grunted, shooting thick, white semen across her sweet, beautiful face. Spent, he sat on the lounge beside her watching the goo slide down her face and onto her titties. Like the night before, Phillip cleaned his sister of his sperm. Holding her tightly in a lover's embrace he could only speculate where their lives together would lead them. Kathy knew, though, that she would never refuse her brother. Anything. Anytime. Anywhere.Before their mother returned Kathy and Phillip engaged in sex, in one form another, several times. Almost every encounter included Kathy begging her brother to ejaculate on her. Phillip was very willing to accommodate the insatiable girl. His load shooting into her face was her particular fixation, but she found ecstasy in the goo sprayed over her breasts as they heaved with the exertion of their carnal play; or, the white liquid dribbled onto her ass already slick with her secretions and their combined perspiration. Kathy fellated her brother, copulated with him in various positions and places in their home, with an abandon that she would have thought sluttish or deviant just a few days before. Phillip walked in on her shower, entered her room as she slept, even interrupted her cleaning the kitchen.
This activity completely ceased with their mother's arrival home Sunday night. The siblings had spent the warm afternoon in a frenzy of fucking and sucking while sprawled on cushions by the pool. It was as if they were looking forward to a dry spell and were building up a reserve. They greeted their mother with sincere joy upon picking her up at the church. She was saying her goodbyes as they approached and they overheard Mrs. Young tell her, "Now Joan, you must plan on going with us on our next trip. I'll be in touch with the details when we have them."
"We'll see, Liz. It was fun...I'm sure I'll be able to find the time. Thanks so much for inviting me." Joan replied. The two women embraced and Joan turned to her children. "Ready to go?" she asked,
"I've got your stuff in car, Mom. We're ready." Phillip answered. They got into the car and started home.
She cheerfully recounted some of her experiences to her children as they drove home, laughing at some points. Phillip and his sister let their weekend of lust fade into their joy at seeing their mother in such high spirits. They were further distracted by a flurry of goings-on as the evening progressed; helping with unpacking, getting their mother settled, and preparing and sharing dinner. After such a full day all concerned retired to bed early and were slumbering peacefully straight away.
Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were filled with a smattering of the usual. Kathy and her brother were occupied with various errands and interactions with friends that kept them from any real time together. The addition of a third party at home was another issue that impeded their connecting in any way other than the norm. That this third party was their mother truly heightened the sibling's sense of disquiet. A shared smile at breakfast or a gentle caress while passing through a room was all that they dared. It was enough, though, to let each of them know that it was simply a matter of time. Thursday morning Phillip had slept late. Upon rising he showered and shaved and went into the kitchen to find Kathy washing dishes.
"Good morning, Kath."
She looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Good morning."
Phillip approached his sister and embraced her around the waist, kissing her neck softly.
"Phillip!" she exclaimed. "Mom is home!"
Kathy motioned with her head out the window over the sink and Phillip looked out. The house was slightly above ground level so the pool area was completely visible from the kitchen window. Their mother was laying in a lounge by the pool, her oily body shining in the morning sun. Her pale yellow two-piece was conservative but still revealing and contrasted nicely with her tan skin. Phillip pressed his body against Kathy's, his groin contacting the firm spheres of her ass.
"Phillip! Don't!" she protested.
"C'mon, Kath. You know she can't see into this window. She won't know a thing." He slid his hand under her pastel blue tank top and gently cupped a breast.
Kathy closed her eyes. "Oh, god." She breathed.
Her brother pushed his other hand past the waistband of her shorts and, since Kathy had opted not to wear panties, his fingers came into direct contact with the spongy folds of her pussy. Now kissing her neck again he moved his fingers in a circular motion over Kathy's clit. Her immediate response was to shove her hips back so that Phillip's stiffening cock became lodged in the crack of her ass. With the friction on her clit and the pressure of her brother's thick meat grinding against her anus Kathy sensed her pussy start to ooze. Phillip's fingers found an erect nipple and he squeezed it with a slight twisting motion.
"Do it." Kathy moaned.
"Do what?" teased her brother as he moved a finger past her clit and pushed it between her wet labia.
"Fuck me!" she hissed as her hips writhed under the manipulation of his finger. Phillip had nurtured this part of his sister's sexual expressiveness. Her penchant for vulgar and graphic words when excited aroused him and seemed to propel her anticipation before, and delight during, their carnal interaction.
Abruptly, Phillip stopped his diddling and pulled his sister's shorts past her hips and to the floor. Placing his right hand on her shoulder he bent her at the waist and, reaching into his shorts, took his erect cock in his left hand. Phillip stroked Kathy's dripping cunt lips with the head of his dick making it shiny with her juices.
"Little brother's gonna give it to ya." He growled and moved his hips making the rigid rod slide into Kathy's warm sheath in a slow steady motion.
The girl grunted as she felt the intruding member stretch her hole and fill her slick pussy. Bracing herself with her hands on the sink, Kathy forced her hips back so that Phillip's cock would be completely buried into her body. Her brother initiated a thrusting motion so that the full length of his cock moved in and out of Kathy's pussy. The warm wetness of his sister's hungry hole surrounded Phillip's penis and energized his desire. As he hammered his meat into his sister, the boy looked out to make sure their mother was still sunbathing. She was still in the lounge but she had drawn her knees up with her feet flat on the lounge. Phillip now noticed that her bikini bottoms were pressing tightly against her groin. Even at this distance the boy could clearly see the garment stuck in the deep crevice of his mother's cunt. "God, that is sick." He thought, but the image brought his arousal to a fever pitch and the thrusting of his hips increased to a punishing pace. Kathy felt that she could climax soon, her body being impaled by her brother with a ferocity that was new. She was grunting with pleasure with each stroke and trying to form the words to direct Phillip to give her more. In her orgasmic fog she was incoherent and uncoordinated as well. Her hand slipped and her upper body fell against the sink with part of her torso ending up in the dishwater. Kathy was beyond caring about such details as her body quivered with the passion of her lust. Phillip could hear his sister's guttural utterances but they made no sense; his attention was riveted on the flood of her climax down his thick shaft and the vision of his mother's reclining form. At the peak of Phillip's exertion his mother reached down to adjust her bikini. The boy's eyes widened as he watched her slide her fingers along the crotch of the garment to smooth it out. In doing so she inadvertently altered the fit so that the chubby outer lips of her pussy were exposed, white in contrast to her tan thighs. It was too much. Phillip withdrew his penis from his sister's clinching slit and jacked it violently spewing his semen over the small of her back and across the milky white skin of her ass. Still shaking from her effort, Kathy squealed softly as each mass of her brother's cum struck her body. Gasping for breath, Phillip picked up the dish towel and wiped the white liquid from his sister. He pulled her shorts up to cover her nakedness and left the kitchen. Kathy realized that the front of her tank top was drenched with dishwater and she absently daubed it with the towel, but not before some of it streamed onto her shorts. She was still trying to catch her breath when her mother entered through the kitchen door.
"What happened, child?" Joan asked her daughter, noticing the wet garment.
"I...dropped a pan...it splashed..." Kathy stammered in reply.
Kathy's mother sensed uneasiness in her daughter's manner and assumed that the girl was upset at her clumsiness. "Don't worry about it, dear. You didn't hurt yourself, did you?" She inquired, reaching out to smooth a stray strand of Kathy's hair.
"No...no...I'm ok, Mom."
"Kathy, you must really try to wear your bra. Even around the house. It's only proper dear. I don't mean to lecture, but..." Joan nodded in the direction of Kathy's chest.
Kathy looked down and saw her erect nipples poking wickedly against the damp cotton tank. Her breasts were pushing against the clinging material and she just as well not be wearing a top at all. She could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment, and felt sure that her indecent activities were clearly apparent to her mother. However, Joan merely smiled and patted her shoulder gently. Smiling, Joan said "Like I said, I'm not lecturing." She desperately wanted to ease her daughter's anxiety and complemented her on her outfit. "Those colors accentuate your complexion so well, Kathy!" The pale blue top and white shorts drew attention to Kathy's deep tan. Taking the towel, Joan pressed it gently where the droplets were falling onto Kathy's shorts. As her eyes moved over the girl's attire, Joan noticed that Kathy's shorts were pulled up very high. In his haste Phillip had not taken care how he replaced the garment. Kathy's vulva was plainly outlined, the swollen lips distinctly visible. A part of the towel hung loose from Joan's grasp and she inadvertently raked it over Kathy's still sensitive clit several times. Kathy endeavored to keep still but simply could not restrain herself and jerked her hips to the side. Her intent was to evade the stimulation of her sex, but she managed to maneuver her groin directly into the back of Joan's hand. Joan immediately felt the heat of her daughter's vagina and the protruding lips squashed against her hand. Both women made several opposing motions to disengage from this predicament which only resulted in prolonged and repeated contact. "You were tickling my belly!" exclaimed Kathy, trying to conceal her arousal. Her mother, equally embarrassed, tried to excuse her self. "I was just trying to help."
A bit shaken, Joan forced herself to speak. "Thanks for doing those dishes, dear. I'm going for a shower."
Joan passed her son in the dining room. "So you're finally up, Sleepyhead?" she teased.
Phillip smiled at his mother. "Yes. Finally." He reached out to embrace her. "Good morning, Mom."
"Oh, Phillip. Don't. I have oil all over me." She protested. The boy didn't hesitate. "So? I like coconuts." He replied laughing. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body against his. Feeling the soft flesh of his mother's ample breasts contacting his body, Phillip stroked Joan's slippery back. Joan squirmed in protest, weakly trying to free herself. "You are incorrigible!" she laughed as well. In her attempt, Joan had felt her son's semi-turgid penis slide against her midriff.
As his member stiffened, Phillip moved his left hand lower, letting it come to rest just above his mother's ass. "I don't think you used enough sunscreen, Mom." He whispered into her ear. "No?" Joan questioned, wondering what he meant. He shifted his hand slightly so that the waistband of her bikini bottom was pushed lower. "I do believe you missed a spot." He observed calmly. Still not sensing anything unusual and now becoming preoccupied with the firm shaft growing longer between them, she asked "Where?"
Phillip looked down at his mother's ass, the white skin of her buttocks just showing. "You may have a bit of a burn." He said, and moved his fingers slowly over the area, spreading the slick substance lower. "This doesn't hurt?" he inquired. "N-n-no..." she responded, now very confused. Joan felt her son's solid upper body compressing her titties and his erection snaked over her belly with every motion. She was beginning to lose herself in the moment and could not understand why. She tried to concentrate.
"Phillip." Was all she was able to say. He could now see the top of the deep crevice between the generous globes of her ass. He slid his middle finger into the cleft and her cheeks flexed, seemingly grasping at the digit. Abruptly she shook her head, as if to struggle against a daydream. "Let me go! I need a shower!" she playfully scolded. Phillip laughed again and released her, walking into the den.
Joan entered her bedroom with her mind in a slight turmoil. Before this morning she had not assigned her children any sexual qualities. They had just been her children. Now, in just a ten minute time span, she had been subjected to the realization of the raw, sensual quality of her children. If that were not over-whelming enough, the awareness that she had just touched both her children's genitals slowly crept into Joan's mind. As she entered her dressing area, Joan gasped audibly, covering her mouth in a manifestation of her alarm. She could not keep the flood of memories replaying themselves in her brain. Joan relived the heat of her daughter's engorged labia quivering against her hand. The pulsing of Phillip's erection, his manipulation of her ass vivid in her mind's eye. Joan looked at her reflection in the full length mirror. She observed that her bikini bottoms were pushed down so that half her ass was revealed. The glaring white skin was glistening where her son had spread sunscreen. A desire undeniable coursed through Joan's body. She wanted, needed to cum. Sitting on a bench seat across from the mirror she slid the bottoms down her smooth legs and removed the top. She spread her legs and immediately applied her fingers to her rapidly moistening slit. Up and down over the clit and lips. Her fingers were sopping with her lubrication in just a dozen strokes. Groaning, she plunged two fingers into her self. Not wanting to waste time, Joan frigged her hot hole with hungry abandon. With her unoccupied hand she roughly kneaded her pendulous left breast, then the right, until the nipples jutted out in erected agony. Pulling, then twisting each nipple in turn the once meek widow now thrust her hips so that her fingers slammed into her body briskly. Joan looked into the mirror seeing the reflection of a wanton, lust-filled woman on the brink of a long overdue release. The image of the writhing woman in the mirror, impaling herself on her fingers, so enthralled Joan that it almost seemed she was watching someone else. "Look at that shameless slut." She thought. "You shameless slut." Joan muttered aloud, addressing herself. She watched the body of the woman in mirror as it spasmed in orgasmic release. "Slut! Oh! God!" She grunted as she felt the waves of pleasure wash over quaking body. Joan reclined on the bench as her ecstasy subsided, breathing deeply trying to recover from her exertion. She began to cry softly, feeling the burden of an emotional morning.
Kathy had waited a few minutes after her mother left the kitchen to collect her composure. She wasn't sexually attracted to her mother, but Kathy definitely felt a lewd fascination with the memory of having her pussy rubbing her mother's trembling hand. She was still in an excited state as she ambled through the dining room and into the living room. When Kathy saw her brother seated on the couch stroking his erect cock she wasn't surprised. She was very familiar with Phillip's ability to quickly recover after sex.
"Phillip, you must want to get caught." Kathy stated matter-of-factly.
"I told you I'm not ashamed of what we're doing." Her brother responded.
"I know. But, with Mom right down the hall? Please." She tried to sound irritated.
"You wouldn't believe how horny I am right now." Phillip said as if ignoring his sister's concern.
Kathy laughed. "Oh, yeah I would." She sat beside him. "You're always horny! Now put that thing away before you get caught!"
"Mom's went for a shower and I haven't heard the water start. She won't be out for a while. Take your shorts off."
"Dammit, Phillip." Kathy glared at her brother. He calmly continued moving his fist up and down his dick. "C'mon, Kathy. Show me that pussy." He taunted her.
"No. No more until we're alone."
"How long will that be?" he asked, frustrated.
"As long as it takes. I'm not gonna get caught just 'cause you're horny."
"You know you want it just as bad. Don't you remember ten minutes ago?"
"I do want it. But, I don't wanna get caught, Phillip."
They both heard the sound of the shower. "See? She just got in, Kathy." Pleaded Phillip.
He leaned over and kissed her shoulder softly. "We can fuck before she gets though." He said.
Kathy shivered involuntarily at his use of the word "fuck". "Noooooo." She made a feeble attempt at pushing him away. Phillip continued kissing up her neck, a few pecks along her cheek and their lips touched.
"Oh, Phillip." Whispered Kathy.
Phillip tongued his sister's lips until he felt her resistance melt and she sucked his tongue into her mouth. As they French kissed he placed her hand on his rampant cock and she responded by squeezing the gristle-filled organ tightly.
"You gonna get naked for me now, Kathy?" asked Phillip, breaking their kiss.
Staring at him while biting her bottom lip she answered, "Why do you want me naked?"
"So I can stick this cock in you. Fuck you with it. You want that, Kathy? You want this cock inside you?" Phillip asked as he moved his hips causing his hard-on to slide back and forth in his sister's tiny hand.
Kathy whimpered as she nodded in silent assent. Phillip backed up slightly so she could remove her shorts. When they were off he pushed her knees apart and moved between her legs as she sat facing him. Kathy's trim legs wrapped around his waist and he looked down her flat belly to that forbidden flesh. Phillip kissed her again, deeply, and brought his hands to Kathy's breast. Squeezing a handful of each, his thumbs circling her nipples stimulating them into erection. Kathy squealed in appreciation as her brother leaned against her, his engorged manhood wedged between their bodies.
"You want that dick?" asked Phillip, moving his hips so that his erection slid across his sister's clit. Kathy grunted in response and matched his motion with her hips so that they were moving slowly in rhythm.
"I want to fuck that cock. I want that hard cock to fuck my pussy." Snarled Kathy.
Within a few more strokes their movements synchronized and the flared head of Phillip's penis split his sister's labia and he thrust the entire length into her. Kathy yelped at the penetration of her brother's thick member, the sensation of its intrusion familiar and longed for.
They moved in unison with an occasional grunt or groan marking their progress to ecstasy. "Oh, God, Phillip!!" screamed Kathy. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"
Phillip slammed into his sister's pussy with such force that their bodies met with audible slaps. The suction of Kathy's vagina on her brother's penis created a sloshing noise that the siblings had experienced a dozen times over the past week.
"You're a hot little piece, Kathy." Growled Phillip.
"I turn you on, don't I?" she struggled to exclaim. "You want to cum on me?" Kathy squeaked, her eyes begging.
"When you cum, sister...when you cum."
Her orgasm began with that promise and Kathy groaned loudly as the pleasure erupted in her body. Grasping her brother's broad shoulders for support, Kathy let her self become enveloped in her climax. Still moving slowly in and out of his sister's cunt, Phillip watched her orgasm slowly subside. As she still trembled in her excitement he withdrew his cock from her pussy and stood up slightly. Holding Kathy's head with his left hand he roughly jacked his purple veined meat, aiming at her face. Kathy began to weep in anticipation. "Shoot it, Phillip. Shoot it on me." Just as she said "me" a violent, hot stream spurted from Phillip's cock over her face. His sister shrieked in surprise and he unloaded two more ropes of cum across her face. The viscous liquid flowed slowly down her cheeks and chin as his organ twitched, releasing a few more globs that dropped heavily onto her chest.
Oh, God, Phillip. Look what you did." Kathy blurted through her tears. "There's cum all over me. You came all over me!"
That's when they heard the shower stop. Phillip calmly stood his sister up by pulling her to her feet. She wobbled a bit still weak, "Phillip. I...don't know...I have cum all over me." More sobs. He picked up their clothes and guided her down the hall to her room. He handed Kathy her shorts and pushed her into the room. "Get cleaned up." He hissed and closed the door. Then he went to his room to clean up as well.
Joan turned the water off in the shower and cocked her head. "Was that someone screaming?" she wondered.