To say I was dumbfounded would be to put it lightly; Lena? My kid sister? (“but she’s not your kid sister, is she? She’s something else, entirely, isn’t she?” whispered a small voice inside me…)
I stroked her hair, conscious of the fact that my erection hadn’t abated in the slightest.
“So what is it you want from me, sis?” I asked her.
Lena slid her hand down and wrapped it around my straining cock shaft.
“I want this, with you attached, of course, Darryl,” she grinned, “I want to own you and be owned by you, I want you in the morning, at midday, and at dead of night, any way I can have you, and any way you want to have me. I’ve waited 20 years for you; you owe me for that, even if you were too dense to see the debt accumulating!”
I swallowed hard; it was hard to resist her when her hand was slowly sliding up and down my bone-hard cock; at the end of the day, she was a lovely girl, and I’d already thought it before; if she wasn’t my sister, I’d have made a serious pass at her, so the thought, if not the intent, was already there.
“Lena, you’re my sister…”
She brushed that away.
“That doesn’t matter, Dar; what my parents said and did yesterday threw you out of their family like you were never part of them; as far as I’m concerned, that makes you all mine; besides, if they’re to be believed, and I’m still having a debate about that, I’m not your sister, I’m your real mother’s half sister, my damned mother isn’t yours, my father isn’t yours, so we only have a vague connection at best. That doesn’t matter, though; I still want you, and I know you want me; this tells me so.”
She gave my hard cock a squeeze, making me groan. I thought I’d better come clean (no pun intended) about earlier that morning.
“Umm, Lena, there’s one other thing; this morning, when I came in with breakfast, I sort of saw you, you know, doing… I’m sorry, I heard you call my name…”
She giggled.
“Don’t worry, Dar, I saw you, it didn’t make any difference; matter of fact, it made it even better for me!”
I was stunned.
“You saw…?”
She grinned back.
“Of course I saw you; I was wanking, not comatose!”
I grinned, and she chose that moment to pull herself up to me and kiss me, a proper, full-contact, lips, tongue and serious-intent type of kiss, and it nearly blew my cork there and then; a light went on somewhere inside my head, and all I knew right then was that I wanted, no, I needed her to kiss me like that again, and again, and again.
She rolled me onto my back as she kissed me, her hair a sweet-smelling net over both our faces as my hands, released of all inhibition, slid down her back to hold and squeeze her lovely, firm, squeezable bum cheeks. I felt her grin against me as I gave in to her, finally letting go of all the past, and concentrated on groping and feeling-up the lovely girl I had here in bed with me.
Lena slid on top of me, her knees on either side of my torso as she straddled me. I continued holding her arse; it was so worth holding on to, believe me! My cock was lying along my stomach, and I could feel the tip just barely rubbing against her moist slit. Lena grinned at me and slid herself back slightly to allow me to just slip between her labia, then looked down at me.
“Go easy with me, Darryl, OK?” she asked as she slid further down me, and my eyes widened as I realised what she was saying.
“What, never, Lena, really?” I whispered, and she nodded.
“I only ever wanted this from you, and you were never there, and I wasn’t going to do this with just anyone! Now just shut up and fuck me, Darryl!”
I grinned as I arched my back, Lena pushing herself even further back, and then I was sliding into her, her lips opening to accommodate me as I sank fully into her. Lena’s eyes opened wide, her lips forming an ‘O’ as she felt the full 7 inches of my fat cock stretch her open, and she slumped down on me, gasping for breath.
“Wait Dar, please, let me get used to this. Slowly, please, slowly… ooohhh yes, like that Dar, yes, like that!” as I pumped slowly into her. She pushed herself upright, her hands flat on my chest as she slid herself up and down on me, feeling a cock inside her for the first time.
As I squeezed and kneaded her lovely bum, she leaned back and clutched her breasts, rubbing her nipples as she rolled her hips around me, her hips sliding back and forth like a champion bull-rider; she may have been doing this for the first time, but by God she was doing it right!
She began to speed up, her pussy squeezing and releasing me as she pumped and rolled on me, and her face flushed as she began to approach her climax. I pumped and thrust harder, making her breasts jiggle with every thrust, our combined motion finally pushing her over the edge.
Lena leaned back, a guttural moan escaping her as she climaxed, and she rested her hands on my thighs as her pussy clamped down tight on me, a gush of warmth flooding my cock and lower belly. She continued to spasm above me, her hands seeking out mine, and her fingers interlaced with mine as she spasmed again and again. She gasped out loud as each new wave of pleasure billowed through her, the spasms rippling in her pussy as it clenched and released me rhythmically. At last she slumped down onto me, her face and neck flushed, to lay her head against my chest.
“Wow, Dar, that was… incredible, thank you!” she grinned, her hands going around me to hold herself tight against me. “Did you…?”
I smiled down at her.
“No, I want to do this another way. Careful now!”
With that, I rolled over, taking her with me, to rear above her with my weight on my hands and knees. Lena smiled and spread her arms, relaxing her legs and arching her back, allowing me to slide my forearms under her and push her nipples up to where I could get to them with my lips. As I sucked and nibbled at the delectable pink little pillars, her pussy continued to gently squeeze and release me, and her sighs and moans became more pronounced. She began to move against me, gently raising her hips as I slowly slid in and out of her, both of us gradually speeding-up as our excitement mounted until I was pumping into her as fast and hard as I could. Her legs wrapped tight around me as she pushed herself against me, meeting me thrust for thrust as we pumped and humped against each other.
Lena suddenly pulled herself tight against me, her fingers digging painfully into my back and her teeth sinking in my shoulder almost hard enough to draw blood as she orgasmed, a whistling scream of release escaping from her, and this time the sensation of her pussy clamping tight around me was too much to bear.
I groaned out loud as I came in a spray of spunk, jet after jet of hot semen pumping into my sister/aunt, weeks of pent-up pressure hosing into her in long, endless, satisfying spurts; I can truthfully state I have never come so much in my entire life; it felt like I pumped a pint of sperm into her! The sensation was so overwhelming I continued to pump into her long after I had finished ejaculating, with my exertions finally leaving me drained and weak.
I rolled off before I collapsed on her, slumping down next to her as I tried to catch my breath. She rolled on her side to look at me sleepily, a big smile on her face.
“Is it always this good, Dar, or were you making a special effort?” she teased, and I turned to face her, letting her slide her arms around me as I held her to me.
“I’m always going to make a special effort for you, Lena. You said it earlier; all we have now is each other, we have to make it special for each other now.”
Lena smiled, but there were tears trembling on her lashes.
“I’ve got you now, that was all I wanted, Daryl, and I’ve never been happier; I just never thought I’d have to lose my parents to get you!”
I pulled her tight against me.
“Lena, you don’t have to lose them, you know; they’ll always love you, and they never threw you out or anything like that; you’ll always have a home to go back to.”
She pulled away and looked up at me.
“And if I do that, I lose you! No Dar, if that’s the price I’ll have to pay, it’s far too high, I won’t do it. I want to be with them, of course I do, but I need to be with you; does that make sense? I love them, yes, but I’ll never forgive them for lying to us all our lives, and for cutting you out of our family with a couple of sentences; that was just cruel, that whole, ‘by the way, I’m not your father and she’s not your mother, but we like to think of you as our son’ fucking bullshit! That was unforgiveable!”
I grinned; Christ, she really was mad over the way things had turned out, but I was still sad that she’d had to give up her family for me; sad, and humbled at the same time; she really did love me so much she was prepared to give up her mum and dad for me! As I thought about them my eyes started to fill. I’d tried to avoid thinking about them, but now the facts were staring me in the face; they used to be my mum and dad, too, until they’d taken that away from me forever, and I missed them desperately.
But things had changed irrevocably, and I could never change them back; I could never again have someone I could call ‘Dad’, never again have a Mum to ring on Christmas Day, all that was gone because they’d lied to me. Humpty Dumpty had well and truly fallen off the wall, now his life was in a million pieces, and there was no possible way to put it back together. The tears spilled out then, and Lena sat up with an exclamation, pulling me close as I cried against her. She knew exactly why I was crying, and hugged me close as she stroked my hair, just like mum had done when I was small; but she wasn’t my mum, was she…?
I just have been really tired and drained, because I woke up and bright, late morning sunshine was spilling into the room. Someone was spooned against me, and as I turned to see who it was, memory flooded back. Equal parts guilt, arousal, love and attraction chased through me as I remembered the sweaty interlude of the previous night with Lena, and the declaration she’d made to me. Sometime during my time asleep, the part of me deep down inside that made the real decisions had concluded that she was the one for me, our past relationship was just that, in the past, and now it was time to move forward. I loved her, and I wanted her, and I was going to keep her, no matter what; if she decided to leave me at some point, I would have to let her go, but I would fight to convince her to stay; everything worthwhile is worth fighting for.