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***This is part nine of a 13 part series following an evolving incestuous relationship between adult siblings. You would enjoy this much more if you read the previous eight, but it can also be read as a standalone. All previous chapters are displayed in order under the series “A Brother and Sister’s Journey” on my profile. All characters in sexual situations are over 18.***
When my sister and I were kids the only thing our parents thought we had in common was that we were both never satisfied. So much of our personalities were mirror opposites, but in that one way we were absolutely the same. It manifested for Kelly in being an academic and athletic over achiever who always wanted praise and generally received it.
For me it was less about school work, and more about enjoying myself. Our folks always said that I didn’t understand the concept of “too much of a good thing” and I could never just be happy with what I had.
As a younger guy I took every opportunity to enjoy myself no matter the consequences. That certainly had its downsides, like just barely avoiding a DUI at the age of 18, and getting robbed and beaten up trying to buy pot in DC in college. But it had an odd upside too. From a young age I loved messing around with computers, and although I wasn’t all that interested in the classroom side of school, that love did get me through college and into a pretty decent software design career.
As an adult my desire for more and more enjoyment showed up in my sexual relationships, and certainly led to the end of both my marriages. So much so that I had pretty much sworn off ever being in a relationship again. Then, my sister came to stay with me after her divorce, and after a winding road that started with us masturbating together, we ended with us buying a house together and living privately as a couple. I thought being with Kelly would finally quench my thirst, but my depravity knows no bounds.
Once kumköy escort I had overcome my my own shame to embrace fucking Kelly and all the kinky things we did together, it just seemed to shine a light on other roads I had long ignored. And the road that was currently the most well illuminated was the one that led to Kelly’s nearly 19 year-old daughter, Reagan.
I had previously admitted to Kelly that I had jerked off to some of Reagan’s Instagram pics and she was oddly fine with it, but that was as far as she was willing to let it go. She wanted no part of bringing Reagan into our incestuous world, and she was quite clear about that.
So, naturally, I was spending more and more time fantasizing about my niece. Despite Kelly’s clear instructions I found that beating off to her bikini pics just wasn’t enough to scratch my itch and I constantly thought about how I could push it further.
It wasn’t long after I started thinking about Reagan this way that I began to push the boundaries further. It started when she came to stay with us again during her spring break around St. Patrick’s Day of 2022.
While Reagan is only half Irish, my sister and I are Kelly alternating between smelling mother & daughter’s private scent… sister and niece.
As I got closer to the edge I started stroking myself with Kelly’s panties wrapped around my throbbing cock. The soft feeling of the fabric on my sensitive head was amazing, and that coupled with deeply inhaling Reagan at the same time was more than I could take. I twitched and spasmed as my come shot into Kelly’s panties and I left them hanging there, coated with my come as my body went totally slack.
After I cleaned up I reluctantly returned Reagan’s panties to her little laundry bag and awaited their return. I was just finishing up a very late lunch when I heard them pulling down the driveway.
Reagan kundu escort and Ash got changed and headed out into the woods for a bit of a hike. I cautioned them to be sure to not wander past the crumbling stone wall which marked the edge of our property, since our neighbors took their privacy even more seriously than we did, plus they were well armed.
As soon as they were gone Kelly came over and kissed me deeply before laughing and telling me how horny she had gotten the night before while dancing with her daughter’s friend-who-is-a-boy.
“I went to the apartment and rode Kong till I fucking passed out.” Kelly said sounding very proud, and rightfully so. Kong was our name for the fantasy dildo we had bought a few months before. It was pretty big at the tip of it’s tentacle but positively massive at it’s base.
“Goddamn Pat, I would love for you to watch me fuck that guy…” Kelly began, but despite having come twice in the past 14 hours I was overcome with the need to fuck her.
So I put my had over her mouth and then spun her around and forced her to bend over the kitchen table. I reached around and unbuttoned her jeans, yanking them to the floor but leaving them on her ankles above her shoes.
My pants quickly followed and I spit in my hand and slathered her pussy with it. It wasn’t often that I wanted to fuck anyone like this – especially Kelly – but the previous 24 hours had me horned up beyond belief. So, I grabbed her by the hips and just started railing her, no foreplay no dirty talk just grunting and pelvis slapping into ass.
The first few thrusts were rougher than was ideal, and I began to think about adding more spit, but the harder I fucked Kelly the wetter and wetter she got.
“Fucking slut.” I grumbled, quickening my pace.
I wasn’t thinking a bit about Kelly’s pleasure, but she never needed much help. As the sweat began kurtköy escort to drip off the end of my nose and chin Kelly fought to free one of her arms from between her chest and the table and pushed back on me hard enough to create a small opening to slip it beneath the table to rub her clit.
Naturally, when I planned on using my big sister solely for my own pleasure she enjoyed it so much that she came before I could. Feeling her come on my dick as I pounded her like this on our kitchen table tripped my wires and I unloaded inside her.
I staggered back to the counter and pulled my jeans and boxers up as Kelly lay there panting. She cupped her hand over her pussy and shimmied over to the half bath before sitting on the toilet.
“Where did that come from?” she called through the open door.
“I guess I got pretty horny watching you dancing around with Ash last night too!” I lied.
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Reagan and Ash returned from their hike and I grilled dinner for all of us, nothing Irish in sight. The rest of the weekend was more of the same, and aside from Kelly seemingly being obsessed with the idea of fucking the good young Christian guy her daughter had brought along, and me subtly checking Reagan’s ass out at every opportunity, it was a nice family weekend.
Sunday they headed back to school and Kelly brought all of her stuff back to our shared bedroom. That night we had more normal sex, but even while I was inside her my mind was occupied with my secret.
Not ten feet from our bed was my temporary hiding spot for the pair of Reagan’s panties from St. Paddy’s night. On the Sunday morning I had snuck back into the guest room and swiped them while they all ate brunch.
After we both came my mind was awash with a jumble of thoughts and emotions ranging from excitement and an odd pride all the way to guilt and familiar nagging shsme. Naturally, Kelly picked up on my odd mood.
“Pat, I can tell something is wrong. What is it?”
I lied and told her I was just overtaxed from the kid’s visit, which was a dick thing to do, because she was already worried that they had bothered me. Seeing how much my lie bothered her only made me feel like a bigger piece of shit.
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