Annabelle was irritated. “If he would just tell me ahead of time I could prepare!”
She was on the patio of the house she and Joel had bought last year. It was closer to the city and her new practice. She wore a light dress and a pair of sandals. The late June sunshine caught her beautiful, wavy hair that had lightened because of the weather.
She was running a brush through her beautiful eight-year-old daughter’s hair. Working towards putting it up in a ponytail so Nicole and her friends could enjoy the swimming pool.
Now finished the sweet blonde looked at her mother with smiling blue eyes. “Mommy, you know how Daddy is forgetful, especially if he’s with his band friends.”
She leapt off the patio and ran to the pool, where her little friend Jennifer waited. The two of them jumped in holding hands squealing as they did.
“She’s right.” Jamie said from the lounge chair where she was nursing our son, Oscar. He was almost a year old (wow) and was growing so fast.
Annabelle sighed, “I guess we’ll have the barbeque without him.”
Jamie commiserated. “He does get distracted when he’s with the band. But I guess it’s more of a focus issue than anything.”
Annabelle sounded sardonic, “Focus Issue. Wonder why?” She raised an eyebrow at my wife.
Jamie shrugged and we all laughed.
Ever since that wintery afternoon, three years ago, she was attuned to Joel‘s schedule and his work with the band. She has gone on a few of his weekend tours where they had lots of sex. I was not bothered, in fact, I encouraged it. She always came back with her libido on a high, eager to show me new techniques she and Joel had worked through. And when she was away, I could spend more time with my gorgeous sister and lover.
***
On that fateful snow day, we had nicknamed “Know Day”, the four of us had a very frank discussion about what had been revealed. Joel and Jamie were not shocked. I guess the blunt confirmation was more surprising. They had both noticed touches, affectionate glances, and lingering hugs. That day they allowed their brains to go the final step and acknowledge our incestuous love affair. It was confusing but just as Annabelle had predicted, the hot fucking in the basement let them know they really had no leg to stand on should they want to protest. And beautifully predicted, neither one wanted to.
We had two occasions of same room sharing over the last few years, but most of the swap time spent were short little excursions with each other’s spouse. Annabelle and I spent an absolutely dream filled overnight at a bed and breakfast, a new thing sprouting up around us. We got to behave like a married couple, and the hosts never caught on that we were brother and sister, despite sharing many similar facial characteristics.
Joel had easily worked it out so Jamie could stay in adjoining rooms without raising suspicion with his band mates.
Once we were making love and she was exceptionally horny, she told me details of one of their wild fuck sessions while she and I exploded together. Pretty sure it’s the night we conceived Oscar. We had no idea at the time, but it was quite a thing to know I made a child with my wife while she talked about another man’s cock “plunging into her wet need.”
Joel’s father’s name was Oscar.
I know it’s weird but there is not a lot of “normal” with us.
And Oscar looks just like me: round faced and brown curly hair. No Nordic looks here.
***
Joel got back twelve hours late; why Annabelle was frustrated. We were supposed to have an overnight. Jamie planned to visit her parents back home, two hours away. I had gotten off work at the magazine where I was a staff writer. As soon as the plans were made, Jamie playfully said, “You’d better call Annabelle before she’s busy.” The barbecue was supposed to be a send off of sorts.
The delay was a drag, but not impossible to deal with. The payoff would still be lovely.
Joel was more than willing to stay alone with the kids for a day and a half while my sister and I spent some time at a beautiful hotel an hour away from home. We felt prudent that when we met in public we would separate and arrive at our destination at different times. It may be paranoia but why tempt fate.
I arrived first and used the key to turn the lock. I stepped into a rather basic hotel room with a lovely bed and a beautiful view of the skyline. But I wasn’t there for sightseeing. I brought a duffel bag with me and I quickly pulled out a vase with roses, Annabelle’s favorite chocolates, and a bottle of champagne. It wasn’t Valentine’s Day, I was just in love with her.
About fifteen minutes after she was expected, I heard a knock on the door. I leapt up and almost ran. Then I took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. She was standing there in a sweet, burgundy-colored trench coat and a darling hat. She looked like something out of a film noir. She leaned against the doorway and said in a sultry put-on voice. “Hello big boy. Were you expecting me or some other hot number with nice gams?”
I held her hand and kissed it on the top. “You got a lot more goin’ for yuh than a sweet pair of gams, Lady. I like to see what’s underneath that coat if I could.”
She stepped up to me, and I bent to kiss her. But she walked past. “I bet you would!”
I quickly shut the door and slid the chain lock. I was about to give her a hard time when she turned and tossed her bag and hat onto the bed. “Oh my God Mick, the roses are beautiful. You are so sweet and oh my God- Frango mints? You went to Chicago?!”
It was a two-hour drive but it was worth it. “Nothing’s too difficult when I want to please you. Before you ask, yes, I bought Jamie a box also.”
Annabelle laughed and then wrapped me in a deep hug. Our kiss had all of the memories and all of the present; and even some hints at the future. Her lips just molded to mine in the perfect form. Her tongue lashed out teasing then, desperate. It moved in exactly the same manner as mine. I just held her. And she just held me. Our harmonious humming reminding us that what we risked was worth every moment.
She pulled back and winked. She undid the buckle on the trench coat and let it slide off her body. Holy fuck, she was naked but for a necklace and a classy pair of heels!
Her pale skin was a gorgeous contrast to the lovely pink and brown of her nipples. Her breasts sagged a bit and had stopped lactating yet still elicited Pavlovian salivation. My eyes travelled down her body past her stomach, which still pooched a bit, but drove me crazy. I stopped on the object of my desire. I noticed she had trimmed some of her pubic hair! It looked more like a perfect triangle now.
I must have looked surprised because she gave a response. “Joel liked the idea. You?”
I shook my head and scoffed, “Anna, there’s nothing about you I don’t like. You should know that by now. Now I’d like to pour a glass of champagne and then make love to one of the greatest women I’ve ever known.”
Despite our years of being together, she still bowed her head and shook it as she blushed. Moments later, after a fairly loud pop, we were laughing as we sipped champagne that was not very expensive, but the idea of it brought us joy. (I took some needling when I realize I didn’t bring glasses, and we had to use paper coffee cups from the machine down the hall.)
“You have too many clothes on little brother,” she said seductively as she took off my shirt. She ran her fingers up and down my chest and kissed down my abs. “Oh my God, I’ve missed” smack “you,” smack “so” smack “much.”
She took a hold of my waistband- simple casual belt less on purpose. She was about to find out I was also not wearing any underwear. But instead of pulling them down, she ran her fingers across my erection. She looked up from her kneeling position and just smiled. “Someone is ready for some fun.”
I just moaned and let my head tilt back. Ever since the first summer night when our lives changed forever, I have never interrupted this process. Yes, I’ve held her head, yes, I’ve even pumped inside her mouth, but only upon her request. I knew that whenever Annabelle was pleasing my cock, I should just let the magic happen.
After stroking me and squeezing my balls, I almost couldn’t stand it anymore. She knew just how far to go and soon was dragging my pants down to my ankles, and I stepped out. Grasping my balls and one hand and sliding her other up and down my shaft was enough to make anyone shoot off. But I wanted to last as long as possible. I sighed in pleasure at the amazing tongue work she always performed. The way she circled the head with her lips and moved it back-and-forth as swirling the head of a lollipop. How she dove deep and was able to stick her tongue out to play with my pubic hair when her mouth was full of my dick. This woman was the most talented I’ve ever had.
I was about to flop onto the bed as my legs were starting to weaken. But she grabbed my thighs to hold me tight, support me as she always had. She looked at me with such lust and love and happiness. She looked amazing.
I did take hold of her head and caress her hair, soft moans of deep appreciation carrying me away from reality. She did the crazy thing she does with a finger pushing against my perineum and another Inside my asshole. Jamie never tried this and never will. Anal was strictly off the table with her. Annabelle tried this a few years ago and found that I adored it. It was our special thing; she didn’t even do it with her husband.
The results were almost immediate. My orgasm started in my toes, raced up to the top of my head and crashed in my groin.
“Oh my godddd! Fuuuck …nnnnghhhh AHHH!”
Like a geyser in Yellowstone, I exploded into my sister’s mouth. She pulled back so it could fill her up and she could taste it while she swallowed. She even let some of it run out the sides of her mouth. The last few weak spurts dripped down onto her lovely breasts. She licked around my hairy balls and my shaft while she whispered, “That is so delicious. Not just because it tastes good, but because it comes from a man that I love. Mmmm…”
I picked her up at that point and kissed her deeply and passionately. She let out a surprise yelp! After all she still had cum in her mouth. I had one or two same-sex encounters as a young man so I knew the taste of semen wasn’t for me. But having it be in her mouth and just like she had said, coming from someone I love made it taste so sweet.
We swapped it back-and-forth, and I could tell it was driving her crazy. With a small nudge, I pushed her onto the bed and she flopped, legs open. There was a fire in her eyes I had not seen before. An animalistic need that I only read about in stories or seen in mediocre movies. This was genuine lust, and it almost frightened me with its intensity.
Her beautiful hairy bush glistened in the soft light of the room. Her arousal was verified by her essence coating her fingers that ran through her labia. Her fragrance was intoxicating and filled the room as the finest aphrodisiac ever created by mother nature. And I had to have it.
My mouth was on her in an instant. No light caresses or kissing up the thigh this time just immediate oral pleasure. She dug her fingers into my curly scalp, pushed up off the bed and screamed as she came hard.
“YESSSS! Fuck yes Mick! God I – ungh– right there- God! I love you!”
I drew on everything I knew. Fingers inside her entrance swirled about in corkscrew back-and-forth. My tongue ran up and down the labia separating the folds. My teeth gently took in her clitoris, pulling it slightly away from her body, causing her to arch up. My fingers pushed her back down while caressing the nerve bundle just above her pubic hair. When I found the rough patch on her inside wall, her body shook.
I stopped and let her try to calm some, breath ragged, moans rhythmic. Then I began again. This time, noting every taste and nuance she had to offer. Every crinkle of pubic hair, every drop of her essence, burned into my memory. I wanted to remember this forever. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and took the whole thing in. As I closed it, I ran my tongue up and down drawing out as much liquid love I possibly could before she got ready to release again.
Now my hand slid across her thighs up her hips to her wonderful breasts. As I gripped them and began to rub her nipples, she placed her hands on my hands. Encouraging me, telling me where to go without saying words. She was riding and bucking and shaking as her peak approach. I pushed my face in even harder and doubled the speed of everything I was doing. That was it. She started to scream, and her voice disappeared.
“Mmmiiiicc k k k _____!”
Mouth wide open she arched off the bed her thighs squeezing me. Even if she was screaming, I wouldn’t be able to hear it. The Intensity was overwhelming, and I was mesmerized. When it peaked, she flopped back down and shook. My mouth stayed connected, but not as aggressive. She rode the wave and felt it crash several times through her body. She would tell me later it was the finest she ever had.
“Oh Mick, Mick—-fuck, oh babyyyyyy!!”
We lay spooning together for quite a while. A few more sips of champagne, one or two chocolates and a quick break to the bathroom energized us.
Annabelle took my hand and kissed my palm, something she knew drove me crazy. She led me to the bed, and crawled on it, lewdly displaying her ass and pussy for me from behind. Needing no more instruction I stepped up behind her, feet still on the floor and slid my now rejuvenated, rigid rod deep in her pot of honey. She was on fire, I was on fire, and the smoke alarms were ready to go off.
My hands gripped her luscious ass. Her grind and pushback met with my strong, but not aggressive, thrusting. It was the time to go steady, not slow. To feel it, not finish it. To revel in it, not race for release. The classic trope moments of “every ridge and vein” and “velvet walls, gripping me” arrived in our passionate love making. Not being able to see each other’s face or kiss meant that our only connection was here, my cock to her pussy. Her love to my love.
“Fuck me, Mick, HARD! I am yours! God send me to hell I don’t care!”
This surprised me then enflamed me. I have had fast sex with my wife. I have had passionate sex with my wife and my sister. Yet I have never felt the rush of adrenaline to my ears and groin like I did in that moment.
Gripping tightly, I drove in with force and precision. I concentrated on hitting the same spot repeatedly, faster and faster with each impact. Her voice spewed mostly screams and I hoped the next room was enjoying the show!
I didn’t want it to end, and I know she didn’t either. She turned back to me with a look of surprise but when she saw my determination, my desire she acquiesced. Head to the bed, her body became a vessel for my cock.
Her repeated rhythmic “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” let me know she was having multiple magic moments.
I was on the verge and refused to relent. Sweat flew off me. My calves burned, and my lower back was aching. The adrenaline was masking most of it. I tried to drive into the same spot with every aggressive thrust.
My body had a mission, and it reached its wondrous destination.
I froze, stiffened and pushed my body forward. It was as if I wanted to fully enter her. Be one with her soul.
The explosion arrived with me yelling her name and then firing wave after wave of hot semen deep inside.
I grunted and flexed with each deposit. Annabelle met me with her own pulsing body and a strained litany of “ohhhh, ohhhh, oh…”
I flopped down on the bed next to her and she slowly lowered herself to me. I held her and was literally speechless.
After a full two minutes, she spoke softly. “Michael, that was the greatest orgasm and best fuck of my entire life. I don’t know what happened to you. And I don’t care.” She held still and tears welled up in her emerald eyes. “The BEST sex of my life…and it was with my brother!” She suddenly dissolved into a flood of tears.
I knew better than to tell her it was okay or ask her what was wrong. This was Annabelle. Always better to wait for her to offer.
I carefully slipped out and got us a towel. I wiped off my sweat with one end then…
