Eventually, she had had enough, and she rolled to her back, blown and breathless, flushed, and sweaty. The bodysuit was still intact at the front, and she reached up to the neck and tore it down the middle in one movement, pulling her arms out of the sleeves, and leaving me to pull it the rest of the way off her, a very pleasurable task!
“What do you want to do, Baby?” she asked me huskily, for answer I moved up to hover over her, looking down at her.
“Oh THAT!” she smiled, as I lowered myself, her hand finding highly my stimulated cock and directing it into her soaking vulva. I thrust in and out in a slow tempo; I was in no rush, I wanted to enjoy this!
Lori pulled me down to her, and, as before, I slid my hands under her marvellous body to grab hold of her bum-cheeks and squeeze and pull them in time to my thrusts.
I kept this up, prolonging the sensations and feel of my lovely sister, but she had plans as well.
“Davey, stop a second, there’s something I want you to do…”
I stopped, withdrawing as she turned over, and slid some pillows under her midsection, raising her rump in the air. She looked cheekily over her shoulder at me and grinned:
“Fuck my ass, Davey, ream your baby-sister’s ass for her, make me come for you! It’s what you want, it’s what I want!”
As I slid my cock into her willing anus in one thrust, I once again replayed in my mind that scene from all those years ago, knowing instinctively that Lori was replaying a similar scene in her own head, one that she had seen many times.
The memory, of my mother being fucked like this, while my father sat and watched, now seen from an adult perspective, and as though it was two different people than those I had grown up with, excited me, made me hot, made me want to pump into this girl as Charlie had pumped into my mother. I pumped and thrust, using all the force I could get in my hips, Lori pushing back against me, no less wild, moaning, gasping, calling my name as I squeezed her breasts and rolled her nipples against my palms
Stimulated as I was, the end came quickly, as Lori’s rectum constricted on my cock, her back arching and her mouth opening in a silent scream, orgasm billowing through her in her highly aroused state. Our memories of similar events we had witnessed separately had obviously acted on us both in the same way, spurring us on. My penis jerked and twitched, the pressure of Lori’s convulsing rectum too stimulating on my distended cock, and sperm sprayed out in ropes and spurts, boiling into her hot arse, both of us gasping and sighing with release.
At last she slumped down, shattered, and I rested my forehead on her back, between her softly rounded shoulder blades, my weight still on my elbows, eyes closed, sweat dripping from my chin and nose onto her clear skin as I gasped and sobbed for breath, waiting for my trip-hammer heartbeat to slow, and the thundering of blood in my ears to lessen.
Lori was the first to recover, raising her head and rubbing my forearm, signalling me she wanted to turn around. I levered myself off her, my penis disengaging from her with almost audible ‘pop’, and rolled over, muscles twitching and fluttering as stress reaction set in.
I looked over at her, lying next to me, serenely beautiful, her sweet, regular profile completely in keeping with the perfect sculpted roundness of her figure, and I was content to just look at her; there was so much good stuff to look at, too!
She saw me looking at her, and smiled.
“Hello, Baby-Daddy, fancy meeting you here!”
Baby-Daddy, I liked the sound of that, I could get used to it!
“Hello, Baby-Mama!” I retorted, so much in love with this beautiful girl, my long-lost half sister, who’d refused to speak to me for eight long years, had hated me for going away, and now, now she was having my baby! I lay there for a while, just looking at her, drinking in the sight of her, inhaling the wonderful smell of her, while she stretched like a cat, toes pointing and fingers spread wide, a grin on her face as she looked back at me.
“If you’ve finished making sheep’s eyes at me, can you decide whether or not you’re going to feed me?”
I grinned back at her. “Darling Girl, I would feed you the last sip in my cup, and the last morsel I possess, though it condemn me to die of thirst or starve to death, as long as I may look upon you with one last lingering glance ere death claim me!”
Lori smiled back sweetly.
“You are so full of shit. I want steak, with shrimps, green salad with baby onions, honey mustard mayo with cream cheese, double-fried French fries, and chocolate cheesecake, got it, buster?”
“Of course, my own true love. Tell me, is this you eating for two, or am I just now seeing the real you?”
Lori laughed back, responding in her usual manner.
“Feed me well, you cheapskate, buy me a big dinner or I’m telling the Night Manager I’m underage.”
“Just one more thing, baby girl, I’m bursting with curiosity. Where on earth did you get that thing?”
Lori looked at me mischievously, eyes dancing in glee.
“Hookers ‘R’ Us, where else?”
*
After a long, invigorating and very satisfying shower, we got dressed to find somewhere interesting to eat. The hotel recommended several well-known steak and barbecue restaurants where the food was fresh, delicious, and genuine, so we picked one and had a car take us there. Over a glass of Valpolicella, we began listing what we had to do next, as the airline tickets were already booked.
“Now that we’re making this list, it’s all becoming real! I’m scared Davey, what if I don’t like it? What if no-one likes me? What will your family say about me?”
I kissed her, and took her hand, running my thumb over her engagement ring.
“Baby-Girl, you’ll love it, everyone will love you, and those members of my family whom I bother with are just like Richard and Sophie, they’ll love you too! Now stop vapouring, we have a home to find for our baby!”
Lori dimpled. “I love it when you say ‘Our Baby’, you sound just like an expectant father!”
When we got back to the suite, we sat down to work out where we went from here. I wanted to pack-up everything in the house in Bar Harbor, containerise it all, and ship it to England, for retrieval once we had a house to put it in. The house in Oxfordshire was out of the question; it may have been a family ancestral home of sorts, but it was also a freezing, 300-year old, semi-derelict crypt that was only held together by the lead and pigeon-shit on the roof. I wanted somewhere for our child to grow up normally, not traumatized; mother once told me that my father’s ancestors only ever built that place out of spite, to punish their descendants in advance for disowning them, something I was more than ready to believe.
Lori was highly amused and intrigued at the notion of having an ancestral home, but I knew better; I’d actually lived there, on and off, over the last 3 or so years, usually only called back there by the trustee-appointed caretaker because something had fallen off or fallen down, and wouldn’t wish it on any child of mine. There’s even a family cemetery, with headstones inscribed with things like “As I Am Now, So Shall You Be” and other happy little death threats from beyond the grave. Nice. If I were ever buried there, I’d have my headstone engraved “I told you I was sick…” Or maybe “Whatever you do, don’t look behind you…”
We decided that we would use the borrowed flat as our base, and Lori would house-hunt, with Sophie, no doubt, while I resumed my surgical residency at the hospital in London. The house in Bar Harbor held no real significance to us, we had only lived there for a few weeks, it was not a family home, so Lori decided that we should sell it rather than rent it out, and all mother’s and Charlie’s stuff would be packed and brought to England so she could have them near her. There was also the matter of the Marriage License waiting for us back in Maine. We decided to get married, all nice and legal in case the Border Agency numbskulls at Heathrow wanted to make an issue of Lori’s visa, not that I was anticipating that, not with a letter from the Home Office confirming her status. But I still wanted to be sure.
That settled, I was looking forward to some quality time with my wife-to-be, and I could tell Lori was thinking the same thing. She was looking particularly appealing in her skin-tight leather jeans and cowboy boots, dressed the way I had first seen her at Des Moines, and I was eager to see how easily I could peel them off her. Dinner had re-invigorated me, and I was ready to resume where we had left off earlier in the evening. I had promised myself a special treat; Lori. She seemed to have the same plan in mind, because we hardly had time to close the door before we’d leaped for each other, pulling, groping, kissing and grabbing.
Lori pushed me into the couch in the sitting room, sitting astride me and kissing me as she rubbed her pussy up and down on my rapidly inflating cock, while I fiddled with the button and zipper on her jeans, pulling them open and pushing them down, so I could get proper purchase on her magnificent arse, only a miniscule thong between her and commando-hood. I left off groping her bum to yank up her top, giving me a full, uninterrupted view of her superb breasts, the need to suck and play with her nipples suddenly irresistible.