by Candy Quinn
John gulped, his eyes followed the figure hugging dress, showing thick, supple thigh, curving up about the swell of her ass, her hips tapering into a thin waist before tightly restraining her bursting cleavage. "I-it's nice, real nice." Get a grip, not on your dick! She's your sister, Christ. Thankfully Celene was too busy glaring at the price tag in the mirror to notice his leery gaze. He watched her face, her full lips, delicate jaw, her azure eyes staring right at him. John's eyes quickly darted to something else in the vicinity, "here, this would look good on you!" it took him a moment to actually look at what he was gesturing toward, a skimpy one piece bathing suit that barely acted as clothing at all. He flushed furiously as Celene coughed. He finally looked up at her silence and saw her red faced staring away. The awkwardness drew on far longer than was comfortable and John finally broke. "Let's buy the dress, it really suits you." Celene's silence quickly gave way to glee as she hugged her brother. He was the one their parents trusted to hold the money given her desire to splurge. John didn't really feel the weight of that responsibility at the moment quite so much as he felt the soft elasticity of his step-sisters bosom pressing into his chest as she hugged him. John vaguely heard a warning bell going off somewhere in the recesses of his mind over the expenditure, but he kept a secret stash just in case. He could afford to blow a few wads to keep his step-sister from realizing he was a perv. All the same, he'd better buy those tickets tonight while he was sure he had the money, before Celene went on another splurge.
Celene strode down the streets of Tokyo with a confident sashay. It wasn't fair to use John like that, but it wasn't as if he couldn't say no, well, not without emptying his balls beforehand. She watched two local girls gawk and giggle in turn as she walked by. Celene noticed they weren't looking at her, she turned and saw them gather around John. She frowned, John wasn't unattractive, she knew, she'd entertained a few thoughts about his toned stomach, his curled, sandy hair, his strong jaw and his deep green eyes. But the thing that stuck out the most about him on this trip was his height. John was almost seven feet tall, Celene felt twang of annoyance run through her as she watched the young girls fawn over him in broken English before she marched back and pulled John by the arm back to the hotel. She flushed, she knew that this was only because John was easy to steer when hers was the only hand on the wheel, but John might think she was actually... jealous. "Hey Cel?" John's voice brought her back to reality, she stopped suddenly and felt his hard body press into her, that familiar blend of musk, woodsy scent flooding her senses. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to... you know I won't leave you alone again right?" Celene felt the twang become a red hot flash of anger as she felt his hand on her head. She was half a year older than him, and he had to act all protector because of some meaningless shit years ago. All the same Celene felt her body quiver and she pressed back against John. It was the cold that's all... besides it's not like I can tell him I act a little flirty to get him to spend big. "Dad asked me about it again... I... look can we just go home?" She looked up at his rugged face, doe eyes and pouty lips were very persuasive weapons in her arsenal, but the big guns were below her chin, the expansive space John's eyes instinctively travelled as he stared down at her. She watched his Adams apple bob and wordlessly, he led her back to the hotel.
Celene slumped into her bed. Shopping was a natural high, but a few hours walking around takes a toll. Things felt a bit shit. She'd just bought these beautiful clothes and yet she felt down. The first few nights in a new hotel were always exciting and different, but now as she stared out at the setting sun, the neon lights starting to light up the city, Celene didn't really feel any excitement. But it wasn't that, it was something else. Her eyes settled on John as he hunched over the couch and she felt that anger again. It was getting her all riled up again, this always happened when they spent a lot of time together. Celene sighed.
"Hey what's wrong?" Why did his voice annoy her even more? "It's nothing..." "Come on, is this about earlier?" Celene turned her head away. John rolled his eyes and walked over to the bed wrapping her up in a hug and Celene nuzzled herself against his sturdy chest. She felt her face flush mostly in anger that he kept bringing up the lonely girl she used to be, but partly because she enjoyed him holding her. It wasn't weird to enjoy the feel of a close sibling holding you, smelling their smell, hearing their heartbeat, their skin on your skin. Yes "No. Thanks John but I'm just gonna take a shower 'kay?" flustered Celene scurried away to the bathroom.
John watched her round ass go, a look of bemusement crossed his face. He knew something was up, but he was just thankful for some space, her perfume, her silky skin, her ample curves, he was trying so hard not to, well, be hard. Now that she was out of the room and better yet, taking a shower, he'd be able to take a quick wank and relieve the pressure. Then he'd be able to help sort out what was wrong. He loved Celene and it tore him up inside to know that his stupid male urges could get in the way of helping her. John shook his head and moved to his mobile porn stash. He brought a few magazines and a hard drive with him that had some recurring fantasies that could always be relied upon. He felt the shame anew feeling the familiar, oh so familiar lusts burning up in his mind, the taboo sister scenes, the... wait. John felt his erection wilt, he thrust the magazines aside, but he couldn't find it, he couldn't find the money he'd set aside for the plane tickets. Then the second penny dropped. Celene had taken it, Celene had seen his magazines, Celene knew...
John felt his pants tighten again, Celene was in the bathroom doorway, towel hastily thrown on. "What?" Celene was flustered. "We're fucked... the money I put away with..." John trailed off "the money in my stash, have you spent it all?" Celene didn't answer, just turned away. "Okay, well that was the money I put aside to buy our plane tickets..." Celene shot right back to anger, "WHAT? I thought you bought them days ago!" She stomped forward, waving a finger in John's face. "Why did you take the money I put aside?" John wasn't taking the fall for this. "Yeah? Well why do you have those..." There was a pause, neither of them wanting to actually address the taboo elephant in the room. Eventually John broke the silence. "Guess we'll have to call them again..." He watched her face go white. "I know, I don't want to do it anymore than you do, but what choice do we have?" Celene grabbed John's arm. "No! Anything but that, there has to be some other way." Celene could feel her father's disapproval already, could hear him lecturing her, could see him shaking his head. That 'Part-time Parent' wanted to judge her? It wasn't fair. She looked at John beseechingly desperate for any other answer. John sighed again, taking her soft form in his arms. "Okay, I'm sorry, I'll think of something." He rocked her side to side in his arms. "I'll think of something."
"A Japanese dating game show, that's your solution?" John shushed Celene, checking around for anyone listening. "Look, all I saw was game show, $2000 just for participating, $5000 if we win. Sure it turns out it's a dating game show, it'll be a snap, we know everything about each other. All we have to do is answer the questions and make nice for the camera." Celene stared about the dank office, the coffee stains on the cheap desk, the foldout chairs and that smell, she couldn't quite place it. Then the businessman came into the room, his wide salesman smile right and earnest as he swept forms down on the table. Celene looked on uncertain as she watched John lean forward and sign "John I..." "Cel this is our best bet, we need that money by tonight or we're out of a hotel, we're out of a trip home and we have to call them." Celene bristled, but slumped, her hands reaching for the pen to sign the papers. The businessman's smile grew so wide, he got up and ushered them through to the next room.
Despite herself, Celene felt some form of excitement ripple through her. She'd never really given much thought to the idea of them as a couple, but this experience was definitely causing the math to play out in her head and the more she thought about it, the less sense dismissing it out of hand made.
Celene and John were led through different doors. Celene entered the dark room, her eyes immediately fixed on this woman in a spotlight. Sh
e could just make out the red lights of two cameras watching her. She was dressed in a formal kimono and had just finished explaining something to the camera when she turned to Celene, the light now shining on her. A few words later and she gestured towards a wall with a black drape over it which was ceremoniously withdrawn with a graceful flourish. Celene gaped as she stared at the wall, which now featured five cut outs filled with throbbing cocks. The smiling lady watched her awkwardness and encouraged her gesturing again towards the row of dicks. "Go! Choose right one. Good luck!" making a jerkoff motion. Celene felt the sweet burn of excitement run through her as she looked at the row of dicks. She immediately knew which one was John's, it was the longest at just around seven inches, thick, throbbing. Celene found her lips smacking together subconsciously. It didn't need to get weirder than necessary, she could just give some random guy a hand-job and they'd be home free. But that's not what Celene was thinking, her eyes drawn to the dewy deposit at the tip of long John's long John. She knew he lusted after her, she knew he wanted her, she had known these things but seeing it in the, well, in the flesh was an entirely different matter. When it came to the meat of it, Celene knew that she too felt the heat in her pussy, felt her nipples harden, felt her mouth salivate at the thought of John. That's why she knelt down grabbed John's dick, felt him twitch in her hand, and scooped up a taste of his pre-cum on her tongue and moaned with satisfaction.
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Celene couldn't believe how great her step brother's cock was. She gripped him in awe and stroked him with a firm grip. He pulsed in her hand, his hips bucked. Celene smiled at the reaction and reached out with her tongue again. She licked along his shaft and drew her tongue along his head before sucking it into her mouth. It was so wrong, but John was there for her, John cared about her, he wasn't actually related to her and besides, no one had to know. He deserved it after all he'd done for her, they'd make the money and it'd all be fine. Celene worked his cock furiously, her brow furrowed, her tongue lashing his slit for more and more pre-cum. Celene could feel her hot pussy moistening, her nipples hardening, her skin become sensitive and flush. John's musky, woody smell direct from his groin was flooding her mind, limiting her lust-addled mind. Then Celene heard a grunt, she knew he was nearing his limit, John may wank a lot but she well knew he didn't exactly get around, this might even be his first blowjob she thought, her face twisting into a smirk. Soon her smirk washed away as torrents of cum shot down Celene's throat.
The darkness returned and Celene felt the lusty haze descend from her mind. What had she done? The shame and guilt burned her cheeks as she knelt there. The world moved on around her, but all she could feel was the stillness of her sin thick in her throat. She just wanted John to hold her, make all the conflict just disappear. It twisted Celene up inside that every time she had to deal with her absent father's whims, every time she was under strain, every time she was alone she turned to John to make everything better. Now maybe even that was in jeopardy thanks to her fucking shopping. Celene felt the tears welling up, but she couldn't let them out, couldn't show it her, not in this place, not in front of the cameras. The Japanese lady came back and she found herself following the instructions, none of which she understood straight away, but when the woman pulled at her to stand up, then took her clothes off and pushed her ass first towards a cut out in the wall she figured out pretty quickly what was expected of her. She heard the footsteps, heard the women next to her, to top it all off there was a good chance John was going to fuck some random chick because he couldn't tell which one she was. Celene closed her eyes.
John tried to make sense of it all. This had gone way further than he'd expected, he'd made Celene do... it was all his fault. The worst thing was, he'd enjoyed it. She knew it too, the proof of it had shot down her throat. He stared at the veiled wall he was lead to. The musky smell clung to the air, all the walls were painted black, the only light was on the host to John's right and the unending red light that tracked John and watched his every failing. The wall was unveiled and some four womanly rears stuck out from the wall for his perusal. The show host lady said something to him in Japanese as the spotlight fell on him, before she caught herself and spoke in broken English "Don't cheat!" John looked at each of the rears, the guilt and shame pounding in his ears, but the pounding, his heart, it beat that much faster because of the love he felt for his dear Celene, the shop-a-holic, the lonely daughter, Celene the bitchy, pampered princess he loved to spoil. He knew straight away the curvy ass on the left was hers. He felt the weight of it all bring him down to his knees in front of her. Was this really all for the best? After all she'd done for him so far he couldn't turn away now, but could their love survive this debauchery? How could he still be there for her if... if...
John pressed his face into Celene's ass, his tongue driving up between her juicy hot slit and he basked in the sweet, floral and earthy scent that flooded his senses. He knew that smell anywhere. But now he had a taste to add to it. John was surprised to find Celene was already very wet, and he felt pride surge his tongue onwards and upwards in recognition. He invaded her velvet depths, scooping out her warm juices before coming out to tease her clit. He lapped at her, feeling her hips push back in earnest onto his face, her pink, puffy, wet pussy rubbing against his face. She was nearing her climax.
Celene tried desperately to hold back her moans, but in doing so she let the emotions overwhelm her. The feelings of love, the pleasurable height of climax all culminated in her eyes opening, a stream of tears on the camera in front of her as she came, hard on her step brothers tongue. She shuddered, her hips jerked against her brother as she rode out her high. He'd done it again, he'd been there, he'd been there for her like no one else and made her feel... oh gods how he'd made her feel good. There wasn't much time for Celene to process this however before she felt something new pressing against her.
John felt an odd sense of relief as his sister came on his face. At least in some way he hadn't failed her. But now he felt his member making new demands on him, along with the game show host, the camera, the bored asses near him. The world waited on his next action. John stood, bringing his length up against Celene's beautiful drenched pussy. Rubbing up and down her slit, poking against her clit and she jerked in response. She was still really sensitive. John took care, feeling a deep sense of love and possession within. He wanted nothing more than to have her in his arms right now and to dissolve all the potential barriers of conflict until all that remained was what they felt for each other. But the best he could offer her right now was the animal lust that had raged around him all this time. He pushed in slowly. He felt her hot pussy cling around him, wringing his dick of all it could. Then John withdrew and pushed all the way inside, his flesh hitting hers. He felt her jerk violently as he bottomed out.
Celene felt like she was trying to fly on the euphoria but the very real thrusts of pleasure kept yanking on her to return to Earth. Pulling and pushing her to higher, more intense peaks. She felt her hands grab wildly about her for something to grip, her body undergoing paroxysms of pleasure. John's length thrust again and again and all Celene could think was how much she loved John and his fucking amazing cock. Then as she felt the thrusting help the last of John's cum slide down the back of her throat Celene panicked. Was John wearing a condom? He was going to cum inside her, he was going to cum inside Celene and get her pregnant. Something warm and fuzzy started to blow the worries away as Celene found herself surrendering to the pleasure, to the joy of having the person she loved more than anyone else release inside her.
John felt himself nearing climax, Celene's hot, tight cunt was wringing him for all it was worth. He was so close, he didn't care about anything else right now. All he wanted was to thrust inside his sister's pussy and fill her up with his seed. He thrust harder, faster, felt her pussy spasm wildly around his cock and that was it. John thrust once, twice, a third final time inside and his dick spurted all the cum he had left to offer inside her juicy pussy. He pulled out, watch
ed Celene's ass withdraw and fall down to the ground on the other side of the wall. The animal lust receding from his brain, John started to worry that he'd gone too far, he'd cum inside her. He'd cum inside his sister.
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"Cel-" "-we don't have to talk you know?" Her sharpness cut John off, as he tried to look at her, to form some question, some words of warmth, anything, her stiff, bristled back quieted him. He wouldn't get anything out of her anytime soon. John tried to put everything aside, tried to forget
the feel of her wrapped around his cock. The feel of her lips, her pussy, her taste, her smell, the memories swirled in his head as he tried to navigate his emotions and actions, but instead his cock hardened as he stared at her ass swaying in front of him on their way back to the hotel.
It had been oh so easy, considering the taboo they'd undertaken. The show had cheered half-heartedly for the camera, they'd won, they hadn't cheated and they'd received bonus money. Yet that moment of lust, of discarded inhibitions was on camera, probably forever. John felt a twinge of shame as he thought they probably could have made more money, both him and the game show of they knew we were brother and sister. John put aside the primal urgings in his mind and felt his heart thrumming for Celene. Could he truly go back to saying he only saw her as a sister, when he fantasized about her, when her physical form drove him wild, when her personality set his soul aflame with desire to embrace and protect and cherish? All John wanted in the world right now was to make Celene smile. He stared at her back and felt such sorrow to see her loneliness, the conflict that must be raging around in her head as it was in his and it was all his fault that her usual sole source of support was instead just barely restraining from thinking about ploughing into her juicy backside. Before long they'd reached the hotel and Celene dived into her bed. "Don't talk, just go to sleep. Just go to sleep." She reiterated the point, her hand raised but her eyes not meeting his.