As my hands roamed, my cock stiffened; the feel of her was making all sorts of things happen in my head, foremost of which was the almost overpowering urge to fuck her, hard; I didn’t want to make love to her; I wanted to fuck her bowlegged, I wanted to ram my cock into her and make her gasp out my name, beg me to stop, beg me to do it harder, to groan with the force of me hammering into her, and make her beg me to fill her up.
Of course I did none of those things; she was my lover, yes, and we were naked, with my cock still buried balls-deep in her, but she was also my baby sister, and I would never, could never, treat her like that. Instead I fondled, squeezed and touched, wondering at how plush and silky soft her skin felt, how her vitality and life-force tingled through my fingertips with every touch or caress of her, how warm and soft her lips were as I returned periodically to give and take a small, tender kiss. Her eyes flickered over me, laughter and girlish amusement side by side with the needs and drives of a grown woman glittering deep inside them as I explored in minute detail her lithe, tight body, her porcelain skin, her stiff, beguiling nipples and the taut, sensitive bud of her secret place as my fingertips slipped delicately over it during the course of my explorations.
At last I couldn’t take any more; my cock inside her was aching with the need to pump her full of my tribute, I wanted to fill her, and hear her gasp for me as we made love, not lie here and grope as my balls ached to empty inside her again.
Kat sensed the tenor of my thoughts, and pulled my head down to her, pushing her nipples against my chest as her teeth lightly nipped the end of my nose, my bottom lip, my chin.
“Love me, Frankie, make love to me again, baby, please!” she whispered, something I was only too willing to do.
As she rolled away from me, I rolled with her, keeping my weight off her and on my knees and elbows, while simultaneously withdrawing and sliding back in again.
“Ooooh God, yesss!” she moaned, lifting up to meet me as I pushed back into her, enthralled with her expression as I slowly pushed my cock deep into her and withdrew once again. As I pumped she began lifting to meet me, her hips rising up in counterpoint to mine as I pumped down into her. At the same time, she pulled herself closer-in to me, holding me tight as I sped up, pumping as hard and as fast as I could. Kat was writhing under me even as she madly humped back at me, her head whipping from side to side as she gasped and groaned each time I thrust my cock back into her. I could feel my balls tightening as my climax approached; I couldn’t hold it much longer, and from the look of her, neither could she.
With a long, wailing cry, she climaxed, her pussy clamping down on me so tightly I was locked in place as she shook and trembled beneath me, her eyes screwed tightly shut as her orgasm surged and crashed through her. This was too much for me, and I came with a shout as my sperm blasted out of me, long, hard spurts of semen spraying deep inside her womb, again and again, until I thought I’d never stop.
Eventually the crashing, trembling sensations inside me died away, the bolts of semen shooting from me dying away to a trickle as I emptied myself into her. Kat shuddered and quivered under me as she too came down from that place into the calm of post-coital relaxation, her storm passed and tranquillity gradually returning. As I slumped down next to her, her hand came up to press against my chest, a small smile flitting across her lips.
“I can feel your heart, Frankie… so fast, like a trapped bird…”
She gently nibbled my chin as she rubbed my chest, her hands warm and smooth.
“Calm down, baby, relax, there, like that, that’s it…” she soothed me as I recovered from the exertion and emotional outpouring that was so much a part of making love to her, to my little sister. I knew I was caught now, I was in whatever this was for the long haul now; Kat and I were a couple, and it was surprisingly easy to admit that to myself. The hard part hadn’t even started yet.
One day Sarah would have to be told, and soon, before she found out by us giving ourselves away; what happened then was in the hands of the Gods; I couldn’t see yet how to make this work for Kat and me, and I still had no earthly idea how I was going to break it to Sarah and walk away with all my teeth…
Kat broke the train of my thought by posing exactly that question.
“Frankie, we have to tell Sally; I don’t want to spend my life sneaking around, only ever being able to be free with you inside our home; I want to be able to hold you close anywhere and anytime I feel like it, not just when we’re behind closed doors; Sally loves us, and we love her, and this is too big to keep locked up forever; I want to tell my big sister that I love the best guy in the world, and he loves me, and we want to be together. How are we going to do that, Frankie?”
Good question. I had no answer, other than knowing that walking up to her and saying “Hi Sally, nice day, by the way, I’ve been fucking our little sister, I like it, a lot, she likes it, also a lot, so we’re gonna keep on doing it a lot, if that’s okay with you!” was not the way; somehow I had to sneak it up on her in such a way that she didn’t go completely batshit and ream me out with the nearest blunt object to hand…
That question continued to squirrel around inside me for the rest of the day, and most of the night, and when I had to get up for work, I was thick-headed from lack of sleep and worry; Kat looked to be in no better shape; everything that was worrying me was also troubling her, and she’d tossed and turned the night away with me, both of us too preoccupied with how we were going to make this work to give much thought to rest and sleep.
By the time I got home from work, I was so dog-tired I could barely walk up the porch steps; my day had been a catalog of mistakes and missed opportunities, and eventually my boss, Max Donnelly, one of dad’s old friends and a man I’d known all my life, had taken me to one side.
“Frank, you look terrible; you look half dead, and I can’t stand to see you dragging around here looking like that any longer; go home and get some rest, maybe a good night’s sleep will put you back on your game; right now you’re no good to man nor beast. If you want a word of advice, whatever you’ve been doing to get you in this state, you need to keep it at home, not bring it to work with you, not when others are depending on you. Now go home, and come back when you’ve had some rest!”
It was a powerful rebuke, reinforcing even further that I had to resolve our problem, and soon; family friend or not, Max wouldn’t be so lenient with me next time, of that I was sure.
I took his advice, drove home in a haze and dragged my ass into the house. As I came in the door, I noticed something smelled delicious, and Kat popped her head out of the kitchen to smile that dazzling smile of hers. She was wearing mom’s old apron, and her hair was tied back into a ponytail; she looked cute, wholesome, sexy, and young, much younger than her more than eighteen years.
“Dinner’s nearly ready, get washed-up and sit down!”
Tired as I was, the smell of whatever she was cooking woke me up enough, and just as I was sitting down at the table she brought in a large stew pot. I looked inside, at the rich dark stew, my stomach grumbling at the heavenly smell, but then Kat turned around and I nearly forgot my appetite completely. Holy fucking cow, she was naked, only mom’s apron between her and the world! I gaped as she flirted her mouth-watering ass at me as she went back into the kitchen, bringing back a dish of mashed potatoes, and returning to fetch the other vegetables, which she placed on the table, and then sat opposite me, her chin resting on her hand as she grinned at me.
All I could do was stare at her, knowing as I did now that she was stark naked at the table with just an old apron covering her front, but still buck-naked nevertheless. She served me my food, and I ate mechanically, my eyes fixed on her, my mind constantly replaying the sight of her nakedness, her perfect skin glowing white as new milk as she ferried food from kitchen to table, the image of her performing such mundane housewifely tasks jarring only slightly with the fact of her complete, bare-assed nakedness!
“Do you like it?” she smiled.
“Huh?” was my considered response.
“The stew, Frankie, do you like it?” she asked again, her expression slightly less sunny.
I suddenly realised what she was asking me, and with that came the realisation that whatever it was I was eating, it was delicious; I could taste red wine, mushrooms, baby onions, pancetta, herbs and spices, garlic, and tender, succulent beef, and I began wolfing it down.
“You like it? Really?” she grinned, and I nodded, mouth too full to speak. At last, appetite temporarily sated, I asked her what it was.
“It’s French; it’s called “Boeuf Bourguignon”, it’s beef with mushrooms in red wine with herbs, I found it in one of Grandma Hennessey’s cookbooks, some English writer, Delia Smith or something like that. I’m glad you like it, Frankie, nothing’s too good for my man!”
She grinned as she said the corny line, and I grinned with her, pulling her close for a “thank you” kiss before broaching the subject of her current state of undress.
“Umm, Kat, quick question, baby; why are you naked?”
She gave me an arch look and raised one eyebrow.
“You were planning on having some dessert, weren’t you, Frankie?” she pouted, dropping the apron and shaking out her hair. I swear to God, I have never finished a meal so fast in my entire life…