"What took you two so long? Everything is lukewarm now."
"It's okay, Mom. I don't mind. Everything you make is good no matter the temperature," Dean said, sitting down.
He piled his plate high with toast and bacon. "Can you pass the maple syrup, Tink?" He smiled at her coyly.
She handed him the bottle and took a piece of bacon from his plate.
"Hey! Get your own!"
"It tastes better off your plate," she said.
"Do we have any juice, Mom?" Sarah asked.
"Oh, I forgot to put it out." She went to stand up.
"Sit. I can get it. You made all the food; the least I can do is get the juice."
"I'll help you. I'll grab the coffee," Dean said.
"I forgot that, too! Where is my head this morning?"
"I know where it was last night," Jack teased.
"Oh, Dad! That was so unnecessary!" Sarah exclaimed.
"Jack!" Carol exclaimed and blushed heavily.
"What? Oh, get your minds out of the gutter!"
"Oh, okay, Dad. You are the one who made the comment. You didn't have to say anything," Dean said.
Sarah and Dean went into the kitchen. She took the juice out of the fridge. Dean took the coffee carafe off the burner and put it on the tray. Sarah put the juice on the counter.
"Bean. Can we put the drinks on the table?"
"Ummm. Yes."
"Then I go to the bathroom, and you get something from your room."
"Sarah, what are you talking about?"
"I want you. My pussy is still aching since you told me the memory of us when we were younger. All I can think of is rubbing my pussy against your cock. I want to finish what we started years ago," she said.
"Oh, you are not serious."
She put her hand down her pants and ran her fingers along her slit. She brought her hand out and rubbed her figures on his lips.
"You are so mean."
"I love to fuck you, big brother. What can I say?"
He licked his lips. "You are so fucking cruel, Tink."
"I am sweet and sticky and warm. Not cruel."
She grabbed at his crotch. He was hard. "You want to. Let's go back to when you were 18 and I was 15. Then you really would be fucking your little sister. Does that turn you on? Do you want to..." She squeezed his cock. "Finish what we started?"
"Oh, come on! Do you think that is really fair?" he asked.
"I go first," she said. She walked away, swaying her hips, which she knew turned him on, carrying the juice.
"How can I possibly refuse that?"
She put it down on the table. "Man, my tummy feels weird. Excuse me, please."
Dean didn't know what to do. He threw a cup of water on his shirt and came in with the coffee.
"I got water all over me. I need to change."
His parents were conversing deeply about something to do with the business, so they weren't paying attention to him. He took it as a sign.
Dean walked into the den and shut the double doors behind him. Sarah was already standing there with her pants off.
"Sit down, Bean. Wait, why is your shirt wet?"
Dean went to the couch and sat down. Before he did, he pulled his shorts down.
"I was my excuse to leave the room."
"Did they even notice you?" she asked.
"No."
"They didn't notice me either."
She straddled him. She started to rub her pussy on his cock back and forth. He could feel her growing wet and starting to slide more easily. His cock was tucked between her lips. With each pass, her clit was stimulated.
"So, tell me, Bean. Here we are. I'm 15, and you are 18. Do you want me to stop?"
He put his head back on the leather couch and deeply breathed.
"Fuck no Tink. I don't want you to stop."
He took hold of her hips and moved her faster.
"Oh, big brother, what are you doing?"
"I am being a naughty big brother. I am rubbing my sister's wet pussy all over my cock."
"But I am just a little girl."
"Well, I am safe. I would never hurt you. I'm your big brother."
On her last past, he held his cock in his hand.
"It would be nice if you helped and sat on me. All you need to do is put this between your legs."
"Would you like me more?" she asked coyly.
"I would love you more."
"I crave your love and would do anything to make you love me, but I don't think we can do that. A brother and a sister shouldn't do that, right?"
"It's okay. We are a different kind of brother and sister. So, you can do it. Slide your big brother's cock into that little virgin pussy."
She got on her knees and hovered over his cock. "I don't know--- You are so big I think it is going to hurt. I don't want it to hurt."
He took his cock, forced her down, and shoved himself inside of her.
"OH, HOLY FUCKING SHIT BEAN!"
Without even letting her get used to his size, he started pounding her hard.
"Oh fuck. Your little pussy is so tight. So, fucking tight. I want to make you scream my name."
"Oh my God." She was bouncing up and down. Her large tits bouncing in his face. She was trying to contain the pleasure on her face.
He cupped her breast and put her nipple in his hot mouth. He sucked on her, she moaned. "That feels so fucking good."
"Your virgin pussy belongs to me now."
He pounded her harder. "You're mine now. Do you understand? No more Alex, no more other boys. Do you understand?" He sounded serious because he was.
She thought he was still just playing a part. "No, please," she begged. She was trying to sound serious.
"I'm going to fuck you whenever I want. Your pussy is mine and only mine. No other cock is allowed in your pussy. Do you understand? Yes, or no?"
He turned her over, and she was now lying on the couch. He shoved himself back into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ground her hips, trying to take him even deeper. He was hitting all of her most pleasureful spots. "Fuck, so deep, so good."
"I will not stop until I come in you, understand?"
"But I'm your baby sister. You can't come inside of me."
He pounded her. He was no longer playing. "I don't fucking care. You are mine now. All mine."
The wet, lewd sounds and the smell of sex filled the room. They had both started to sweat. He looked down to where their skin was meeting. He slid his cock out to the head, then rammed it back in, hitting her womb.
"God, that is fucking beautiful. Seeing my cock invade your pussy. It's glistening from your wetness. I want to see your cum on it. You need to come on my cock, Tink. Claim it as yours. Fuck, feels like heaven."
Dean slammed into her with a loud grunt that rumbled deep in his chest.
Her pussy clung onto his cock, sucking it in all the way down to his balls. Her wetness had gathered in the curly hair at the base of his cock.
"Yes. Big brother. Fuck me. Take me for your own." Sarah had become a greedy little cum slut. She developed a taste for his thick hot cock, and he knew he was never going to be able to satisfy her.
He lifted her leg up and put it on his shoulder giving him a position that let him go deeper and hit different places on her pussy walls.
Slapping noise filled the space. "You are so fucking beautiful." Dean drilled into her while playing with her now hard clit.
"Oh my God. I'm going to come."
"That's right, my sweet baby sister, come all over my cock."
"Uh. Uh. Ah. Yes, Dean. I'm cumming; please don't stop," she cried out like the dirty little cum slut she was becoming. His dirty little cum slut.
"Too much, too good. Oh fuck I am going to paint your walls with my thick sticky cum. I want to give you a nice cream pie." His expression grimaced with pleasure, and his mouth opened in a silent cry, thrusting his hips as ropes of cum spilled into his sister's pussy.
"I don't know what sucks my cock harder, your mouth or your cunt. That felt amazing."
"Yes, it was." She looked down between her legs as Dean withdrew, and they watched his cum leak out of her hole."
"That's fucking beautiful."
Her pussy was raw and hurt from how hard he had pounded into her. She looked at him. "I loved that."
"So, can we do it again?"
"You mean, can my big brother fuck my brains out again? Absolutely. Fuck me anytime you want, Big Brother."
"I was serious, you know," he said.
She sat up and looked at him. "About what? Doing it again? I said of course we could. If you are home."
"And what if I am not home?"
"Then I am not with you," she said. She looked confused.
"I meant about you and Alex. You and any other guy."
"What? I can't make that promise."
She pulled herself out from under his body. He looked at her with a stern expression on his face.
"Oh, my God. You are serious! I am not having this conversation."
"You said your pussy belonged to me."
"I was playing along."
They dressed in silence and made their way into the dining room. They sat back down in their chairs, both in a pissy mood. They stopped exchanging smiles or sly looks.
Dean's cock is still sticky. His cum was creeping out of her.
Carol poured Dean and Jack a cup of coffee. Sarah poured herself some juice. It didn't even seem like they knew that they had been gone for the last ten minutes.
"So, what movie did you watch last night?" Carol asked.
"What?" Dean asked.
"You said you were watching a movie last night. What were you watching?"
"Oh. Yeah. We watched..." He couldn't even think of the name of a movie. All he could think of was what had just happened in the den.
"That one where the guy does the thing with the person."
"Were you drinking last night?" Carol asked.
"Yes, actually, I was."
Sarah blurted, "Lolita. We were watching Lolita."
"Isn't that the one about a stepfather sleeping with his twelve-year-old stepdaughter?"
"Yes. That would be the one. It's from that book by Nabokov."
"Weird choice."
"It was interesting. I remember reading the book while I was in high school." Sarah said.
"You read the book in high school!" Jack exclaimed.
"Not as an assignment. I was just in high school at the time. The book was being passed around."
"I'm so glad we spent nine thousand dollars a year to send you to private school."
"Oh, Jack, relax. It was just a book, and she's right; it is an interesting story. It really explores the nature of human behavior and psyche."
Dean and Sarah shared a glance.
"I remember when you two were little, you would watch movies and fall asleep together. It was always so cute. You sleeping on your brother. I always did love how close you two were," Carol said.
"Speaking of sleeping with someone, are you seeing anyone, Dean?"
"Dad!"
"Jack!" Carol exclaimed.
"What?" he asked.
"No. I am not seeing anyone." He shoved a couple of pieces french toast into his mouth.
"I really wish you could find someone like Tink has."
I have. In some beautiful fucked up way.
"I invited Eric to Thanksgiving, with his family being in Florida and all."
"He did tell me last night when I asked him if he wanted to stay overnight, in a guest room, of course."
She asked him to stay overnight. That means if he stayed, last night would never have happened. I guess last night was more of the same, just having a little fun. I let her manipulate me. I am so gullible when it comes to her.
He had felt as if his heart had been chewed up and spit out. He had a sudden loss of appetite.
"Is something wrong with the food?" Carol asked.
"What?"
"The food. Dean, is there something wrong with the food? You abruptly stopped eating. Is it what your father said? Is it what I said?"
"No. The food is great, Mom. I have a headache it came suddenly. I should take a couple of aspirin and get some more sleep. Tink is a kicker. She woke me up in the middle of the night. It took a while before I could go back to sleep."
She narrowed her eyes. "I'm sorry, Bean. I didn't know that I kept you up against your will. I'll make sure to leave your room when I'm starting to get tired. If we ever stay up all night watching movies again. I didn't realize I still kicked in my sleep."
"Yeah, that might be a good idea, or we could never watch movies together again; then, neither of us would have to worry about you kicking me in the back."
"Oh, I kicked you in the back?" she asked, sounding insulted.
He turned in his chair and faced her. "Repeatedly."
"I shouldn't have been in there watching a movie anyway. There were other things I could have been doing, but what I needed wasn't here."
Jack and Carol just sat there watching their children, who had never fought before having their first argument at the breakfast table.
Jack slammed his fist on the table. "Okay. THAT'S ENOUGH!" he thundered.
Jack's voice boomed over the two siblings bickering. They immediately stopped and realized they had been having this confrontation before their parents.
"Look. Your mother did not make breakfast so you could drop your forks and yell at each other over something so trivial."
"In all honesty, Jack, this has been long overdue. I mean, they have never fought before. Most brothers and sisters tear into each other on a daily basis. These two never did that. But your father is right; I didn't spend an hour in the kitchen just for you two to go at each other while the food turns stone cold."
"Carol, don't make excuses for their behavior."
"Sorry, Mom.," Sarah said.
"Yeah. Sorry, Mom. Breakfast is delicious. You outdid yourself. You always outdo yourself."
"Thank you for the compliment. Now, do I need to put you both in separate corners?"
Separate bedrooms is more like it. "If you would excuse me I do need to lie down. Mom, Dad, I'm sorry for the disturbance."
He got up and made his way to his bedroom. He lay on the bed looking up at the ceiling, hands under his head. He felt his eyes start to burn. He couldn't stay there. He needed to leave. This was too much for him to handle. He needed to go home. He threw his bags on the bed.
I have to come up with something convincing so I can get the fuck out of here.
He walked back to the dining room. "Bean, what's wrong?" Carol asked.
"I'm so sorry, Mom, but I have to return to California. There was an emergency at work, and they called the entire team in."
"On Thanksgiving! How can they do that?"
"Carol, they are the federal government. They can do whatever they want."
Sarah looked devastated. She knew this was her fault.
"Sorry. I tried to argue, but you really can't argue with them. Dad, can you have them ready for the plane?" he asked.
"Sure, son. Not a problem." Jack got up and headed into the den to make the arrangements.
He turned and went back to his room to pack. He was halfway done packing when Sarah burst into his room.
"What the hell? I know you're lying. You don't have to go to work. Why are you leaving? Is it because we argued? I'm sorry. Is it because I wouldn't leave Eric? Because I won't swear off everybody who's not you?"
"It's because I can't be here. My shrink keeps telling me that I have to stop what we are doing. Do you realize you had sex four times yesterday? Then twice this morning? We just had sex in the den with our parents down the hall, and I fucking loved it. What are we turning into? What am I doing?" he said, continuing to throw his clothes into his bag.
"I am sorry that I really enjoy sex with you. My inner nymphomaniac has shown itself. What harm is it doing?"
"Except for perpetuating the cycle, and we have both been kidding ourselves if we think we can stop this. How many times have you said, have I said, we need to stop? Yet here we are. You have Vasquez now; let him satiate you." He zipped his bag shut.
"Oh, I get it now. You know what, Bean, you can go. I'm not breaking up with Eric. I love him."
"I thought your pussy was a mine. No other cock allowed."
"We were pretending. I can't go for months without having sex, waiting for you to grace us with your presence," she said.
"That's not what you said in the shower. What happened to I can't have any other cock in me. I've ruined other men for you!" he said, throwing his bag over his shoulder.
That was it. He couldn't do this. He definitely couldn't sit and eat Thanksgiving with Eric sitting across from him. He was not thankful for anything.
"I'll be back for Easter in March."
"You won't be back for Christmas? Or New Year's? Mom is not going to allow that."
"I think I might have COVID over the holiday," he said.
"But we have never been apart for Christmas. We always eat popcorn, watch the ball drop, and go for our midnight ride. We've done this since, I can remember. You're the reason I love horseback riding. That's our thing. It's how we have started the new year since I can remember."
"Well, now it can be your and Eric's thing. It's not like your future husband will want your brother over, so we can, as you say, do our thing."
"We'll come back here for New Year's Eve. I know mom would love it if we guaranteed that."
"And when mom and dad pass away, then what?" he asked.
"Can we please not think that way? Just the thought of that scares me."
"You need to grow up Tink. Start looking reality in the face."
"Please don't do this. You can be mad at me, but don't hurt Mom and Dad," she begged him.
"I just can't. I know Vasquez will be here, with his family in Florida and all," Dean said, his voice dripping in sarcasm.
"I was coming to California in February. Alicia is getting married, and she's having her shower. I am the maid of honor. I was hoping I could stay with you."
"You know what, Tink, you do whatever you want. You always seem to get your way."
"Why are you doing this? You have never been so cruel before. This isn't you."
"No, because the day we fucked in the pool house, I changed and so did you."
"We didn't fuck. I thought we made love. I gave you my virginity."
"No. We made a mistake. A beautiful, fucked up mistake. And besides, I never asked you to give me your virginity."
"Bean, please, don't." She went to hug him, and he sidestepped her to get to the door.
"Goodbye Tink. Take care of yourself. Tell Vasquez I said happy holidays."
"I love you."
"I know you do," he said.
He left and went to the den. He hugged his parents and took off to the airfield.
She went to her room and cried.