When our kiss ended, I lifted my head and stared down at her. She smiled up at me with a mixture of love and lust, and I realized that this was something else I had been dreaming about – to be able to look down on her like this as we made love.
“Fuck me, Jake,” she whispered. “It feels so good.”
She lifted her knees and slid her thighs up my sides, placing her pussy at the perfect angle for taking me deep. I rolled my hips, and my cock began to slowly piston in and out of her, sliding out until just the head remained, and then all the way back in, until her cuntal opening nuzzled against the base of my shaft.
“Ohhh,” she cried, “that’s it. So fucking good.”
Her words sparked off small explosions of pleasure in my brain, and I picked up my pace, fucking her in quickening thrusts, building up our momentum towards our imminent climaxes.
“That’s it, fuck me, brother. Fill me with that cock.”
Her cunt was making soft, wet sounds as my jutting dick impaled it over and over. I felt her strength as she clung to me, holding tightly as I used her for my pleasure, accepting me into her intimate core.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she grunted in time with my thrusts, her breasts gently bouncing to the same rhythm. Her feet were now pressing down on my ass and her hips were thrusting upwards, meeting my cock halfway, skewering her tight pussy onto my rigid dick.
The pleasure inside of me was coiling tighter, gathering strength for the coming explosion. As my hips continued to batter against her upturned thighs, my grunts joined hers as we raced to our mutual orgasms.
She got there first, her body clenching in a fist of ecstasy, her muscles locking and thrashing as my cock continued to fill her. She cried out loudly and her fingernails dug into my back, as her cunt rippled in tight spasms around my shaft.
Any hope I had of holding off my climax was lost as I felt her tight inner muscles twitching and clasping at my engorged cock. My back arched involuntarily and I roared out my pleasure as my orgasm blasted through me. My hips pressed against hers, locking my cock deep as it jetted out bolt after bolt of my hot seed into the back of her cunt.
My mind was gone as I thrashed in the throes of ecstasy, clinging to my sister’s body as our mutual orgasms pounded through us like a tidal wave. Our lips met again, and we licked and nipped at each other in mindless desire.
The waves of pleasure finally gave way to a warm contentment, and our bodies relaxed, melting into each other as we fought for our breaths. She held me in the embrace of her arms and legs, and we floated away together in a fog of bliss.
“Mmm, that was nice,” she whispered.
“That was amazing,” I replied into the side of her neck. I waited for the guilt to come, but it didn’t. There was only contentment.
“Thank you, Jake.”
I lifted my head and looked down at her. “I should be thanking you.”
She smiled. “You better get going.”
I nodded. “I better.”
“Jake?”
“Yes?”
“Can we do this again sometime?”
I grinned.
As things turned out, my sister and I got to do it again. And again. And again. Because, it seems that while I was cheating on my wife, she was also cheating on me. Her forgetting her file was just a ruse, designed to get me to go back home so she could spend some alone time with her boss.
She broke the news to me a few weeks later, telling me she wanted a divorce so she could marry Mr. Kingston. She said that if I didn’t fight her, she would allow me to keep custody of Ariel.
I asked her where she wanted me to sign.
So now it’s just my daughter and me. Of course, Shannon, being the good sister she is, spends a lot of time at my house, helping me take care of Ariel, and also helping me get through the loss of Victoria. At least that’s what we tell people.
# # #
Taboo at the Motel
“What’s that sound?” I asked, looking over to my father, who was driving with a puzzled look on his face.
“I’m not sure,” he replied.
We both listened as the noise got slightly louder. It sounded like we were driving over grooves in the pavement, but the highway ahead of us was newly paved and smooth.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the car swerved. Daddy fought to control the steering wheel, and managed to keep the car on the road as he quickly slowed and then rolled to a stop just on the shoulder.
“Shit!” he muttered. “Flat tire.”
“Do we have a spare?”
“Of course. Want to help me change it?”
I grinned. “I’d love to.”
I loved doing anything with my dad. That’s because I had grown up without one, until my Mom had married Brian twelve years ago. A few years later, a drunk driver took her from us, and since then it had been just him and me.
We did everything together, from fishing to catching football in the back yard. He even taught me how to use tools to fix things around the house. His favorite joke was that I was the son he never had.
Only I wasn’t his son. I was an eighteen-year-old girl. But despite the fact I was short and very feminine looking, I didn’t shy away from the tomboy stuff, and Dad seemed to love doing those kinds of things with me.
He even tolerated the girly stuff, taking me to dance lessons and sitting through my recitals. When I told him I wanted to join the cheerleading squad, he supported me completely, and even helped me learn some of my routines.
We got out of the car and walked back to the trunk, which Dad had popped from inside. He pulled up the carpeted mat, and lifted the donut out of its holder.
He squeezed it between his hands, and I was admiring his biceps when he said, “Damn.”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s not inflated completely.”
“Can we drive on it?”
“Only a few miles. It won’t last longer than that.”
I looked ahead down the road, and then back to where we had been. “I don’t see anything.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty remote out here. And I haven’t seen another car go by in over an hour.”
I felt guilty. It was my choice to come back this way. We had spent the day at the college I would be attending in the fall, and Dad had started back the way we had come – on the boring interstate. I suggested we get off the main roads and take the scenic route home. It would turn the two-hour drive into a three-hour one, but I didn’t care. Just more time spent alone with my Dad, which I always enjoyed.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“For what?”
“For making us come this way. Now we’re stranded.”
He put his arm around my shoulder. “Don’t be silly, Amy. The tire was going to blow either way. Maybe if we were on the interstate, we would have been going faster, and it could have caused an accident.”
I grinned. Dad always had a positive spin to life.
“What are we going to do?”
“We’ll put the donut on, and limp on down the road until we get to a gas station.”
So, we did just that. Dad began jacking up the car as I loosened the lugnuts. They were so tight, I had to stand on the tire iron to get them started. But after fifteen minutes, our teamwork paid off, and the donut was on. It looked halfway flat.
“Are you sure it’s safe?” I asked.
“Yeah. I’ll just take it easy.”
We limped down the road as the sun began to set. Twenty minutes later, I saw some lights in the distance.
“I think that’s a gas station!” I said.
“I think you’re right,” Dad replied, and we grinned at each other.
But as we pulled into the gas station, our hearts fell. It was obviously closed for the evening. But we brightened again when we saw a small motel next door. Dad eased the car into their parking lot and found a space right next to the door. We got out and pushed through the door to the main office, where a bell tinkled as we entered.
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he place was tiny, and an empty counter stared at us.
“I feel like I’m in a Twilight Zone episode,” Dad said, and I giggled.
He smacked his hand on the bell on the counter and we waited. No one came. He hit it again, harder.
This time we got a response. Somewhere, back in the room behind the desk, a toilet flushed. A minute later a disheveled looking man appeared, with long hair and badly needing a shave.
“Sorry,” he said, “but I was... indisposed.” He cracked a grin at his own joke, but Dad wasn’t amused.
“Is the gas station next door open?”
The man leaned his head and looked out the glass door. “Are the pump lights on?”
“No.”
“Then they’re closed.”
Dad looked at his watch. “What kind of moron closes at eight o’clock?”
The man stared at him. “That would be my brother.”
“Oh,” Dad said, “I’m sorry. No offense.”
He man’s lips crinkled into another grin. “None taken. He is a moron. He’s probably gone night fishing. He’ll be back open in the morning, bright and early. Unless he gets too drunk, that is.”
“Anywhere else where I can get a flat fixed?”
He shook is head. “Nothing close. Nearest place is thirty miles down the road.”
Dad breathed out a frustrated sigh. “I guess we’ll be staying here for the night. Do you have any rooms available?”
The man turned and looked back at a pegboard on the wall behind him. There were twelve hooks, and each of them held a key.
“Yep, I think we can squeeze you in.” He finally noticed me, and I saw his eyes dart momentarily down to my breasts, before returning to my Dad.
“Will that be a single King, or two Queens?” The leer was evident on his lips.
Dad bristled, but only said, “Two Queens.”
The man reached back and pulled a key off a hook, laying it on the counter. “That’ll be sixty dollars, and I’ll need a credit card number to cover any incidentals, like the phone. Check out is at ten.”
As my Dad pulled out his wallet and retrieved his credit card, the man’s eyes took another trip over my breasts. I crossed my arms over them, and glared at him. He gave me a what-did-I-do? look.
“Put it all on the card,” Dad said, and took the key from the counter.
Five minutes later, he put the key in the door to our room, and opened it. I held my breath, wondering how bad it would be.
But we were both pleasantly surprised. The room was nice, and very clean. It didn’t even have that funky smoky smell some motel rooms had.
“Not too bad,” Dad said.
“Yeah, kinda nice actually.”
I walked to one of the beds and flopped backwards onto it, bouncing slightly before lying still. “Mattress is firm,” I announced, and Dad chuckled.
“I guess that one’s yours,” he said, and went into the bathroom.
I got up and grabbed the TV remote, hoping they had HBO. Turns out that the answer to that was a big ‘no’. When I turned the TV on, it was tuned to CNN. I hit the channel up button, and the screen changed to show two naked people fucking. Loudly. I quickly hit the channel up button again, hoping my Dad didn’t hear that. When I looked at the screen again, I was back to CNN.
That can’t be right. I hit channel up again. The fucking people returned, even louder this time. Channel up. CNN.
That’s it? Two stations? CNN and porn?
Dad came out of the bathroom, and I took my turn. I thought about warning him about the television, but decided he would find that out for himself. Sure enough, as I sat on the toilet, I heard the sound of a woman in the throes of a great orgasm come from under the door. The sound quickly changed back to the voice of the newscaster, but the woman’s cries returned a moment later. Then back to the newscaster, where it stayed.
I grinned. Yep, Dad had figured it out.
When I came out, he looked at me sheepishly. “Not much choice on the TV, is there?”
I giggled. “News and sex. What more could you need?”
He laughed. “I guess this motel gets more action in the afternoon than the evenings.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know, afternoon quickies for people who need an out-of-the-way place to meet?”
The light bulb went on. “Oh.” I looked around the room, and the thought of couples being here for secret trysts, panting out their cheating lust on these beds, sent a quiver of excitement through me.
Dad gave me a funny look, so I wrinkled my nose and said, “That’s gross,” causing him to chuckle again.
“You hungry?” he asked.
“A little. But there’s nothing around.”
“I noticed a vending machine out by the office. We’ll probably have to get by on snacks for tonight. I’ll run out and get a variety.”
“Sounds good. Do you mind if I take a shower?”
“Not at all.” He picked up the key and kissed me on the forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
“Ok, Daddy.”
He left, and I turned towards the shower. But I stopped, when an idea popped into my head. I went to the bed and picked up the remote, then turned down the volume. When it was low enough, I changed the channel.
On the screen, a girl was sliding her mouth up and down a large cock. I felt my pussy pulse in pleasure, as I watched her lips tighten around the dick in her mouth. I missed Michael. He had been my boyfriend for the past two years, but he had left early for a summer internship two months ago, right after graduation. I used to love to do that to him, feeling his pleasure building until it overwhelmed him, and he coated my tongue with his hot cum.
And my pussy missed him too. It had been too long since I felt his cock stretching out my little cunny. Ever since he left, I couldn’t get to sleep until I gave myself an orgasm with my fingers. Not as good as his thick cock, but it had to do for now, until I got to college and found a new hard dick to fuck.
The woman on the screen lifted her mouth from the slick cock, and began jerking it, positioning her spread lips just at its tip. A few seconds later, the cock spasmed, and jetted a thick rope of cum directly into her mouth. She swallowed, and the next spurt struck her on the lips. She kept her mouth open and took the rest of his shooting seed onto her tongue, as her hand continued to stroke him.
A soft bubble of wetness burst in my pussy, and my clit hardened within its snug folds. God, I needed to come.
I realized I had been watching too long, and Daddy could come back at any moment. Changing the channel, I increased the volume to its previous level, then went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me.
I turned the water on in the tub, then began to undress. When I was naked, I paused to slip my hand between my legs and tease a finger between my lips, feeling my slick lubrication coating me. My clit rose up hard against the pad of my fingertip, and I circled it slowly, wondering if I should come now, instead of waiting until I was in bed later, with my Dad in the bed next to mine.
That thought caused a jolt of pleasure to spark through me, and I groaned softly. Could I actually do that? Come while my dad was just a few feet away? As I circled the hard bud of my clit, and felt the pleasure from just the thought of it, I realized the answer was yes.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my father returning, and I reluctantly slid my finger from me, moving to enter the shower. But a new idea stopped me, and I paused, then went to the door. Carefully, I pressed my ear against it.
The sound of the newscaster filtered through the thin wood, and I thought I’d been wrong. But just as I was about to pull away, the sound changed, and I heard the groans of a guy, who was obviously enjoying what was being done to him.
I grinned. I knew it. My dad had changed to the porn channel while he thought I was in the shower. I listened intently, hearing the moans of the couple, and in my mind’s eye, I wondered what my daddy was doing.
Was his cock getting hard? Would he b
e bold enough to free it from his pants and stroke it while his daughter was just a few feet away, naked in the shower? My pussy twitched as that image filled my mind.
That image didn’t require my complete imagination. I had actually caught a glimpse of him doing that once. I was around thirteen at the time, and I had come home from school, excited that I had been accepted on the cheerleading squad. He wasn’t downstairs, so I ran up the steps, and directly to his room, wanting to share the good news. Without thinking, I grabbed the knob of his bedroom door and burst inside, a smile on my lips.
He was sitting on the bed in just his shirt, leaning back against the headboard with his legs spread. His cock was very hard and very big, and it jutted out and up from between his legs. His hand was wrapped tightly around it, while the other held a magazine.
The glimpse was brief, and he exploded into motion, covering himself by pulling up the sheets.
As he sat there covered, he angrily reminded me that I should have knocked, and his anger doused all my happiness I wanted to share. I left dejectedly, and after a few minutes he came downstairs in his clothes and put his arm around me, apologizing for being so harsh. When I told him why I was so excited, he hugged me and said we should go out for ice cream to celebrate.
We never discussed what I had seen, and being only thirteen at the time, I wasn’t sure what he was doing. But as I got older, the understanding came, and with it came a mixture of emotions.
On one hand, I felt bad my Dad had to do that. He hadn’t been on a date since Mom died, and as I discovered the joys of sex, it bothered me that he didn’t have anyone but his hand to share that with.
The other emotion I felt was lust. When I recalled the magnificent arc of my Dad’s cock rising from between his legs, my pussy would become drenched, and my finger would be drawn like a magnet to my clit, where I would satisfy my desires as that frozen image seared into my mind.
I pressed my ear harder to the door and listened. The woman had joined in with moaning of her own, and any hopes of hearing my dad’s hand on his cock were lost. I realized that, without thinking of it, my hand had returned to my pussy, and was flicking against my clit.
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