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Home Coming

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Written by Kristen 

Monday morning when Kirsten was going back to school, my brain was exploding with desire. I almost had a heart attack when she said she wasn't sure if she had enough gas, thinking I'd have to drive to a station and lose more time with mom. But fortunately she checked the gauge and decided she'd just make it. We said goodbye and watched her drive away through the front window. Then, unsure what to say, I turned to look at my mother.

She was walking away from me, up towards her bedroom... undressing as she went, leaving a trail of clothes for me to follow (as if I had needed a map!). By the time she bent over and stepped out of her panties, I would have followed her anywhere. But she didn't look back, nor did she say a word. Just kept walking, letting that sweet ass sway irresistibly. I was harder than I'd ever been in my life, and as she reached her door, I made the steps in one bound, or so it seemed, and was in the bedroom, shedding my clothes and putting my arms around her warm, naked body.

The rest of the week was like paradise. Whatever fear and guilt mom had been living with on the road seemed to have been chased away by her need for a hard fucking, or maybe it was just that she felt safer in her own house. But we fucked in almost every conceivable way, in almost every room of the house that week.

We did it so often we soon stopped wearing clothes around the house because it wasted time. When I was hard and she was wet we wanted each other right then and there. It got so we didn't have to say anything any more, if I was hard mom could see it and soon she'd have her lips or her pussy around it. And I got to know a way she had of holding her body when she wanted to get fucked... and if I missed it she'd sometimes take my hand and press my fingers into her cunt.

She made me come more times in one night than I ever had before, more than I knew I ever could before. And she taught me things. She said she loved the way I fucked her, but there were things she could show me that would make a girl always want my dick back inside her. She was a good teacher and if I do say so myself I was a good pupil.

It once dimly occurred to me that maybe the reason we were spending so much of our time fucking wasn't just because we'd been denied for a couple of days, but so we wouldn't have to really think about what we were doing. But that thought was quickly lost in the cascade of unforgettable moments the week provided.

Watching my mother's titties bounce in the mirror as I fucked her from behind in the bed she'd shared with my father, seeing the look of pure, animal lust on her face... taking a shower with her and sucking her nipples till she got down on her knees and enveloped my cock in her mouth, sucking me until I was ready to come and then slipping it out and jerking me, stroking my cock and coaxing me on until I came on her face, showering her with milky white droplets that she licked up and pressed her cheek against my torso.

We had a real scare at the end of the week, though. We were in the sauna and mom was laying on her back, nude, on one of the benches as I stood next to her and fingered her pussy. She was lazily sucking my cock, too. It was too hot (and we'd come too many times the night before) for any urgency--just slow and sensual. I was looking at the way the sweat formed like dew on her tits and thinking about whether I wanted to fuck her or come on her tits, when suddenly we both heard the sliding glass door that led to the pool open.

"Mom? Chris?" we heard my sister say. "Are you in the sauna?"

My eyes met moms and I saw hers widen, mine must have done the same thing. We knew we had less than a minute to hide what we were doing. Luckily some of my trunks had been left in the sauna to dry and never brought in, and I ran to them and pulled them on as quickly as I could over my big erection.

Mom didn't have anything to cover herself with, though, and as we both saw the door opening I knew she must have been going out of her mind. Suddenly, I had a one-chancein-a-million idea. I broke for the door saying, "Geez, sorry, mom! I didn't know you were in here!" acting embarrassed and brushing past Kirsten.

"That's all right," my mother called after me. Kirsten looked at me for a second and then into the sauna where mom was nude and I was pointedly not trying to look.

"Whoops!" she said, in her amused voice. I was just hoping she wasn't looking too hard at my trunks, because I hadn't gone down at all, and she wasn't helping. Being interrupted meant I was all dressed up with no place to go, sexually speaking, and Kirsten was looking damn good to me. Stop it, I told myself. She's your sister. You're already fucking your mom. But... unwilling to let this train of thought go further, I asked her, "Aren't you home a little early?"

"I wanted to talk to mom about something," she said. "In fact... could you excuse us?"

"Sure," I said, and turned away as she went into the sauna and closed the door, but not before mom and I exchanged looks and I saw one of Kirsten's hands start to pull her shirt up. Oh my god. She was going to get naked and join mom in the sauna!

The thought was too much for me to take. I resorted to the same trick as last week and dove into the pool, swimming as fast as I could to keep my thoughts off the two naked women only a few feet from me. A while later the door opened and Kirsten poked her head out, hiding most of her (oh my dear god!) nude body from view.

"Christy," she said, "Would you bring us a couple of robes?"

I did, making a show of keeping my eyes closed after knocking at the door and handing them in. They came out a few seconds later, mom looking like she just ate the canary and Kirsten remarkably chipper.

It turned out that mom had given permission for Kirsten to go out on a date that night, even though she usually liked her stay home Friday nights. I didn't know why she'd changed her mind, but figured it meant an extra night with mom, so who was complaining?

That night mom came to my room and sucked my cock. It was as good as ever but just when I could feel myself approaching the point of no return she stopped and did that squeezing thing again. It was maddeningly frustrating.

"I want you to do something for me," she said.

"Yes... ?"

"It's about Kirsten."

What she told me then blew whatever was left of my mind. It seemed that the talk Kirsten had wanted to have with her was one of those frank, mother-daughter talks they'd been having for years. Kirsten had told her that she'd started having sex with her boyfriend, Bob. I knew Bob-he was about my age or a little younger and we'd played together on a couple of teams. He was a pretty cool guy, but I didn't know how I felt about him doing my sister. But then mom was telling me that things weren't going well between them.

"Kirsten told me," she said, keeping a grip on my cock firmly, "that they always have a very nice time." "She said that?"

"Her exact words. But she doesn't really get what all the fuss is about yet."

Oh my god. My little sister was being introduced to sex by a dead fuck. I felt sorry for her. But why was mom telling me all this?

"I was thinking," she continued, "that maybe what Kirsten needs is a visit from her big, big brother."

Each time she said "big" she gave my cock a smooth, downward stroke and by the time she got to "brother," the idea of what she was suggesting, plus the feeling, plus everything, made me come. It spouted over her hand before she could replace it with her mouth and suck off the rest. She crawled up, kissed me, and lay down beside me.

"Did you really mean that?" I asked. I knew people said things sometimes before coming they didn't really mean. Mom hadn't come (yet) that night, but it still seemed like a good thing to ask. She was silent for a few seconds and then said, "Yes, I did."

Then we were both silent for more than a few seconds as the enormity of what we were talking about sunk in. My mom wanted me to fuck my little sister. I couldn't even tell her I didn't like the idea, because she'd seen the way I'd come.

"Does she know about... "

"Us? No. No, I'm sure she doesn't. And I don't want you telling her, Chris. Even if you do this."

I'm not sure at what point I moved in my head from contemplating the implications and dangers inherent in it to actually trying to think of a way to do it, but I do know that when I woke up the next morning (mom having gone back to her room before Kirsten got back from her date) I still didn't have a clue. Mom and I could never have gotten together if I'd planned it, and sometimes I still couldn't believe it had happened. So how...

I got up and had started dressing when I glanced out the window and almost had a stroke. Kirsten was laying out on the patio next to the pool, sunbathing. And nude.

Her body was better than I could have possibly imagined, even at this distance I could tell. Her curly blonde hair framed a blue-eyed face that was every hetero boys dream of the girl next door. Her lips were red and cupid's-bow shaped. Her legs were so tan and smooth I couldn't stand it, they almost made me tremble.

Her belly was taut, her tits were big and pouty, and her bush was, just as I had thought, slightly darker than the hair on her head but still lighter than moms, a kind of blondish-brown. It looked fluffy. From here I couldn't see how visible the lips of her pussy were, but just the thought was enough to make me rise. And then, almost as if she knew I was watching (she didn't... did she?) she turned over and lay on her stomach, turning her ass sunny-side up. Oh my god, that ass.

Looking back, I think that's when I was lost forever. When I saw that tight, shapely, toned ass practically gleaming in the sun, I knew I had to have her. I didn't care that she was my sister. I didn't care that she might say no at first. I knew, once I got my cock into her and started fucking, she wouldn't be able to pretend she didn't like it for long. Jesus Christ she had to be the sweetest snatch I'd ever seen.

She's your sister, my brain screamed. It's forbidden fruit. Seriously. You know you want her. What are you going to do? Swallowing my nerves, I slipped into my bathing trunks and walked downstairs.

I stopped in the kitchen and made a Cosmopolitan for Kirsten (her favorite drink, though she wasn't supposed to have one at her age) and a mixed vodka drink fro myself. Then I walked out onto the patio.

"Hi sis!" I said, cheerfully.

"Chris!" Startled, she tried to cover herself with the towel she was laying on, but it was too small and her legs were too long for all of her to be covered at once. She had to settle for pulling it over her breasts and folding her legs underneath herself. Which meant I was playing a little peek-a-boo with her snatch.

"Whoops! Naked sister!" I said, gleefully. I was still keeping this on the brother-teases-sister level. For the moment. "Get out of here!" she said. "I'm naked!"

"Oh, relax. Like you've got anything I haven't seen before. We used to take baths together, remember?"

She turned away. "That was a long time ago."

"Look, I'm sorry," I said. "I just thought you might want a drink." I handed it to her and was amused by the way she tried to take it without letting the towel slip. "I thought you knew I was here, anyway."

"No," she said, "Mom told me you went shopping for some new clothes. I never would have come out here like this if I thought that you might--"

Ah, mom, clever, clever mom. She must have noticed Kirsten's lack of tan lines in the sauna yesterday and deduced that she liked getting an all-over tan. And if she thought she was alone...

"Where's mom?

"She went to look at some furniture. She said something about maybe needing a new bed soon."

I couldn't help but smile. I knew exactly how mom was wearing out the old one.

Kirsten kept sipping from her drink and soon she seemed to have calmed down.

I did the same with mine and tried not to let my eyes rest too long and obvious on her body. After we finished our drinks I decided to make a couple more and asked, mock-casually, if she wanted me to bring her a suit or a robe or something.

"No," she said, "I guess you're right. I haven't got anything that you haven't seen before. And after all, you are my brother."

I made the drinks with trembling hands. It was working. Oh my god--mother of god, it was working! We sat in the sun and drank and talked for a while, and I noticed she was getting less and less careful about letting the towel slip where it would.

After our third round of drinks, I was getting less and less subtle about spending most of my time eyeing her figure, and my cock was getting less and less shy about telling her it liked what I saw. Sitting in a chair I could hide what was in my trunks somewhat but soon it was obvious that I had a big, honking erection. I was just wondering how to make my move when she said,

"You're very hard." In a strange, quiet tone of voice I'd never heard from her before. What could I say? "Yes."

She stretched her arms, giving me a quick glimpse of her tits before covering them up again.

"What's got you as hard as all that, big brother?" She said the last part in a baby-doll voice that almost made me come right then and there. Taking a deep breath, and a big chance, I said,

"Mostly because I've been thinking about what it would be like to slide deep into you and come inside you."

We looked at each other for a long moment. She looked like she couldn't believe I had said it. Neither could I. After a pause during which I ached to know how she was feeling, what she was thinking, she said, "What?"

I was sweating and it wasn't just from the sun.

"I said--"

Suddenly she was turning over and arranging the towel over her pert, cute little ass.

"I didn't hear what you said," she said, "must have been a plane going by."

There hadn't been a plane for miles.

"But listen," she went on, "would you mind putting some suntan oil on my back?" She held out the bottle to me and met my eye. I took the lotion and rubbed it on my hands. Sitting down next to her, I began to rub it on her back. She shivered a bit when it first hit her.

"It's cold."

"I'm sorry... I tried to warm it."

"Try harder," she said. I kept working on her back, letting the lotion seep in, working my fingers over her flesh. Her eyes were closed and her head was resting in her folded arms. She had our mother's nose, I noticed. I decided it was time to take it one step further, and let my fingers "accidentally" brush against the sides of her breasts. She didn't say anything. I was harder than ever.

"Why don't you give me a really good massage?" she said in a faraway voice. "Sounds good to me," I said, my voice thick with something I didn't quite recognize. I didn't know why, but the thought of fucking my sister was entirely different from that of fucking my mom.

"But the angle's not very good here," I murmured, and swung my leg over so I was on all fours on top of her, but was careful not to let my trunks (and the hard penis inside them) come into contact with the towel covering her ass just yet. I concentrated on really giving her a serious massage, kneading her shoulders and working her back.

"Oooooooooooooh," she said, with a little cry of ecstasy at the end. "Oh, that feels so much better." Her face... my eyes were almost rolling back of their own accord, and I knew that if I didn't get some release soon I would flip her over and take her whether she liked it or not. But I didn't want it to be that way between us.

"Christy," she said in a whisper so low I almost didn't hear her, "Why don't you massage me a little lower?" I rubbed my fingers into the small of her back.

"Here?"

"Lower."

I pressed her skin just above the towel.

"Here?"

"Lower."

She reached down and slid the towel partway off, revealing the cleft in her rounded ass. I was so hard. Her skin was so smooth.

"That sounds like a good idea, sis, but you know... " I paused. "I'm not very comfortable in these trunks."

"Take them off," she suggested.

I did so.

Though her eyes were squeezed shut tight (where had I seen that before?) I noticed her sneaking a peek as my cock met the air. I hoped she was impressed. By the look she gave it, I think she was. I knew I'd never felt bigger in my life. I returned to her and started caressing her ass.

There was no way to kid ourselves that this was just a massage any more, but still, for some reason, I kept rubbing in even little circles, keeping it as "professional" as I could. I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed again but her lips were parted and making little "o" shapes. God, I wanted her.

"I think," I said, "that I'm going to massage you a little lower still." She nodded, eyes still shut tight. I put my hands on the towel, and when she didn't seem to object, I lifted it off completely. Now my sister and I were both naked by the pool and I had my hands on her.

I took a moment to send a message to myself not to come into the empty air, and to thank god for the fences and trees that gave us our privacy. Looking down at my sisters naked body I could see, as I hadn't been able to from the window, the little tufts of hair from her pussy that were visible from the back. I let my finger trace up and down her spine and watched her shudder and squirm. She wanted it. I was sure of it now.

"Just a little massage, sis," I said, "Right?" and kept working on her, kneading her ass and rubbing the tops of her legs just below her pussy. I could feel the heat from between her legs as I listened to her breathing become shallow and labored. Her eyes were still closed, but they weren't squeezed shut tight the way they had been before.

I felt like there was an electrical circuit connecting us with every touch of the softest, warmest skin I had ever felt. I was sure she wanted me to go further (god, so did I), but didn't know how to open that door which could never be fully closed again. If we stopped now, she might be able to tell herself it was just a little harmless... I mean, we'd know better, but...

My prick was aching to be inside her. How to get her to... just then, she interrupted my scheming.

"I think," she said, "that I'm going to turn over."

I lifted my hands and sat back expectantly. Slowly, and shooting me the sexiest little bashful looks I've ever seen, she turned over and stretched out on her back. I could see it all now, up close and personal. Her tits all pumped up and brown from the sun except for the little pink-tipped nipples. She was looking at me, those big blue eyes sparkling with a combination of pleading and sexiness and fear. And her pussy, oh my god, that beautiful pussy, waiting, inviting...

"Well," she said, "What are you going to do now, big brother?"

Keeping my eyes on hers as long as I could, I moved in for a kiss. She was puckering her lips when I moved to the side of her head and kissed her ear.

"Oh, god... " she said.

I moved down to her neck.

"Oh god... oh yeah!"

Now I couldn't be stopped. I kissed my way down her chest and finally got one of her pink nipples in my mouth. Her hands went to my hair as I sucked as hard as I could. The way she arched her back was thrilling. Then I looked up. Her eyes opened wide and met mine. She nodded.

I kept kissing my way lower, lower and lower until my lips met her pubic hair. The smell of her was already intoxicating. Her legs raised up and open and I saw the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life--Aladdin's cave full of treasures was nothing compared to this. I let my tongue slip down between her legs and finally tasted her sweet pussy for the first time.

"Oooooh myyy gooooodness," she squealed. Her pussy was immediately alive in my mouth, thrusting back, wet and slippery and tasty and warm. I added my finger to the mix and fucked her with it while my tongue started working on her clit, licking and sucking it into my mouth. "Yes," she kept saying, over and over, faster and faster till it had lost all meaning.

If I'd thought I was about to burst before, seeing my kid sisters pussy right in front of my face, moving up and down with each lick, was the last straw. I pulled my finger out, gave her pussy lips one last kiss and flipped her over, laying on top of her, my penis resting in the cleft of her ass. She made several gasps as I rubbed it up and down between her cheeks.

"This is what you want, isn't it, baby?"

She didn't say anything--well, no words, at any rate. Sounds were now coming out of her I couldn't understand.

"Say it... say it... tell me what you want. Tell me what you want, baby."

"This... I want... ooh... I want..."

"Yes?" I said. Now I was teasing the lips of her pussy from behind with the head of my cock.

"I... I want... I want you to... fuck me! Fuck me, big brother!"

"Yes, baby," I said, and slammed my cock into her from behind, as deep as I could.

It was like a steam room in there. And tight! So tight! So much tighter than my mother's. I loved my mother and I loved fucking her, but...

"Ooooooooooooooooooooh..." she was saying, "I can't believe I'm letting you do this..."

"Letting me?" I said. "Sure feels like you're doing a lot more than letting me, aren't you, sis?"

"Yyyyyyyyyeeeeeessssssssss," she said through gritted teeth, throwing herself back onto me.

"You're so good, sis," I told her. "You're so hot."

The sounds our bodies were making were their own kind of pornography. She was so wet but still so tight--the friction was incredible.

"I want you to..." she was saying, "I want you to come... come inside me... I want to feel you come, oh my god, I can't believe we're doing this, I mean, you're my brother... "

"I'll come inside you, sis," I told her, "but not yet."

Quickly I pulled out--she gave a disappointed little sigh as I withdrew--and lay down on my back, pulling her on top of me. I aimed my cock and slid it back into her pussy. Then I put my hands around her waist and started pushing and pulling her up and down on my cock. I looked at her. Her eyes were closed again and she was trying to hide her face in her hair.

"No, don't cover yourself," I said, reaching up with one hand to brush her hair out of her face, "You're beautiful. You're so beautiful, Kirsten. I've been wanting to do this for so long..."

Her eyes opened and she stared at me, her face a mix of lust and guilt. I kept my dick moving in her pussy, doing all the things that mom had taught me and by the look on Kristen's face they were working. And she was fucking me back again now. Her snatch was red-hot. Her eyes were becoming crazed and she had begun to suck her thumb. I just looked up and marveled at the sight.

"You're... better..." she was saying, slamming her pussy down onto me. She seemed to have lost the ability to form sentences.

"Better what, sis?" I asked cheerfully. Truth to tell I don't know how *I* was able to form sentences--this hottie with the great body was not only riding my cock, she was my sister! "You better... not... really come in me..." she said.

"I thought you wanted me to," I said, and fucked her harder.

"I do... mmmmmmmmm... I do... but... we can't."

"OK," I said. I was a little bit disappointed but with my cock buried deep in her snatch nothing felt too bad for long. It was time to show her something else. Sitting up, I rolled her onto her back and started doing her missionary style. She clawed at my back as her legs rose up and pumped, pumped, pumped with my every thrust.

"Yes... yes... yes... yes... yes... big brother... Ooooooooooh!"

"Never had it so good, have you, sis?" I asked.

"What? No! No! Never... so good..."

"You know why?" I continued recklessly and breathlessly.

"It's because..." she said, "You're so big."

I rewarded her for the compliment with a few quick faster, harder strokes.

"Oh-Ho my-high gooooood!" she was saying. Now her hands were on my ass, pushing me deeper and deeper inside her.

"That's not why," I said, "No. It's because..." and here I forced myself to stop dead in her pussy and wait for her to look at me. "It's because it's incest. That's what makes it so hot."

Her eyes were a little scared.

"God, you are such a..."

I started moving my dick in her pussy again slowly and she lost that train of thought.

"I... can't..."

"You know you like it, sis."

"Yes... no... but I... we can't..."

"We are. Feel my fucking cock in you, sis."

Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed again.

"Don't... stop... I've never... I think I'm gonna..."

Holy shit! My hot assed little sister was about to come for the first time on my fucking cock! I concentrated on keeping my strokes steady as I moved in and kissed her on the mouth for the first time. To my surprise, her tongue shot back into my mouth. Then I raised myself up on my hands and prepared to really give it to her.

"Fuck me," she was saying. "Fuck me," she was begging.

"I'll fuck you, baby," I said. My cock was shooting in and out of her faster than I'd ever done before.

"Fuck me with that big, hard cock," she was saying. "I know you always wanted to give it to me, you nasty sonofabitch."

God, she was fucking filthy. I gave it to her harder.

"I know you always wanted it... didn't you, sis?"

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees! Yes, I wanted it! I always wanted this! Give it to me... give it to me... give me your cum..."

"Baby... I..."

And then I felt the walls of her pussy close around me and her belly start to buck against mine. Her eyes were rolling back in her head and I knew this was it.

"Oh my god... I... big brother... I'm... I'm COMING! Oh my god, you're making me come! Fuck me harder... fuck me harder!"

I fucked her harder, all right. I fucked her until she stopped thrashing around like a fish on the sand. When she'd calmed down she looked at me with what I can only describe as shock and awe in her eyes. That was all I needed.

"Okay," I said, "my turn now."

I sped up my thrusts until I could feel the cum churning in my balls, and with will power I don't know where I got, pulled out of my sister's pussy. Her hand was waiting for me and she wrapped it around my cock, jacking and stroking and coaxing.

"I'm gonna... sis... oh my god... I'm gonna..."

And then I was shooting cum all over her belly. She thrust forward as though sorry I hadn't been buried in her up to the hilt when I did it. I swear it felt as though I'd actually left my body with my cum for a few seconds. When I finally stopped, she kept her hand on my cock, gently stroking. Neither of us knew what to say. I looked at her.

What happened then confirmed for me my mother's perverse sense of humor.

Because in a sudden, unbelievable replay of what had happened to mom and me in the sauna the day before, Kirsten and I heard the front door slam and our mother's voice call out,

"Kirsten? Chris? Are you home?"

"Oh, shit--"

Kirsten let go of my cock, grabbed the towel and began franticly trying to rub the cum off of herself with it.

"Put your trunks on," she said, "quick!"

I was too spent to move very fast. Besides, I knew even if Kirsten didn't, that mom not only had a good idea of what we'd been doing, she'd been having hot sex with her son for over a week now. I gave my cock an absent-minded, affectionate little rub.

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