The nicest thing about sex, Amy thought, was going to sleep, worn out from a plethora of climaxes, with her butt pressed to Alex's loins and his body close, snuggling behind hers as they lay in spoon like nearness. Or so she thought as she dropped off to slumber.
Perhaps, she decided, opening her eyes, it was even nicer to dream a sweet dream of being screwed by her man and awaking to find that dream a vivid reality. Indeed, she couldn't tell where the dream ended and the fuck began. She'd been wrapped in sleep, her mind carrying them through an Eden of dreams. Both of them naked, innocent, carefree, wandering among the trees and glades of their private garden, stopping to make love whenever the urges struck, while birds chirped overhead and big-eyed deer and rabbits watched them from the bushes.
Amy on her back in a spread of dewy-moist grass that her body heat was rapidly warming. Alex between her parted legs, using his mouth on her dripping cunt while her hands beat his cock in a frenzied pattern. Her face turning at the climactic moment to receive the spurt of his seed. Amy and Alex playing in a pool of water that glinted silver where the sun rays penetrated the leafy coverage overhead. Amy on her brother's lap, his cock thrusting up high, hard, fast, into her willing snatch. Amy, her arms wrapped round a slender young tree whose straight, sleek trunk reminded her so much of her brother's cock, as Alex fed her that selfsame cock from behind and her ass wiggled with a frantic need to swallow him whole.
But it was one thing to dream of fucking. It was another, and fantastic, to open her eyes slowly and realize that Alex was even then impaling her from behind as she lay in bed with him. His hands grasped her hip bones, and his abdomen bumped her buttocks as his screwing quickly brought her awake.
"Oh, God, yes!" she called, cupping a breast with one hand, dropping the other hand back to stroke his leg as he kept putting it in and pulling it out. Before they fell asleep early this morning, he'd banged her pussy raw. She had wondered if she could ever endure the delicious agony of fucking again, wondered if her brother could even scare up another hard-on, after the dozen or more she'd aroused and drained after Steve and Roberta took their departure. But here he was, up again, thin but long, and hard oh, Jesus!!!, and here she was, pussy wet and hot and tight as it made a glove around his welcome cock.
"God," she cried, "I want to wake up this way every morning for the rest of my life! Do you hear that, Alex?"
"… hear… you!" he panted, slamming his sausage home. He'd been gentle at first, when he put his dick in her sleeping pussy and began to work it, but there was no need for gentleness now. Amy liked it hard and macho, and he gave it to her the way she liked. Her puss wasn't as tight as it had been the first time he fucked her, night before last, but she still had a magnificent nutcracker between her legs, a snug wet bun apparently made with his hot dog in mind. "Oh, wow, Amy. I don't think I can hold off much longer. I'm almost ready to commmeeee!!"
Quick as a thought, his hand moved from her hip onto the swell of her pussy. He touched the lips, where they were splayed by the ramming thrust of his cock, and Amy shivered in glee. His finger moved up, tapping the base of her erecting cunt.
"There, Alex, there!!" she yelped as he began to strum her love button, and she felt a chill run up from her tummy to her heart, then back down again. "Oh, do it again, do it again, do it again!"
He did it again, and more than once. His fingers played with her supple bud, and she reached down to help him. Together they masturbated Amy's trigger while his cock continued to slick in and out, faster and faster, and she couldn't lie still. Her body trembled and shook. She backed her ass against him, grinding at the cock that kept filling her tight cunt. She knew by the rapidly shortening strokes, by the way they slammed into her, then jerked back again for a fresh attack just as short and frantic, that her brother was on the verge of blowing his nuts. Well, thought Amy – so the hell am I!!
She lifted a leg and slipped it back, toes easing in behind the calf of her brother's bracing leg, and it seemed to split her wide open. The lips or her pussy strained, and the straining combined with the finger tweaks both of them were lavishing on her cunt. "Ahhh!! That's… it!" Amy squealed, her cunt erupting in orgasm at the precise instant Alex's long gun fired off in her guts. She felt her pussy drink up his cum, and she humped at him, swallowing that pole deeper and deeper and deeper.
She could feel him going tap-tap-tap on the mouth of her uterus chamber, and for the fiftieth time at least she regretted her inability to open that narrow tight mouth and pull him forcibly into her guts. Still, was there anything to quibble about, when he was pumping cum into her. She was bathing his cum-pumper with her own brand of girl fluids, and his body kept ramming hers from behind and she was squeezing a tit whose nipple seemed a mile and a half long, and there was no one in the house but them. No one to hear or to care if she wanted to scream her head off with the unbelievable delight of beginning her Sunday with a hot, steamy, creamy fuck, delivered by the only guy she had ever loved – really loved. She screamed in her come, not merely because she could but because she wanted to so fucking much, and behind her Alex was groaning and moaning, and his hand just kept squeezing on her clitoral region, even though she couldn't come a bit harder than she was already coming. Oh, God! Amy thought, what else can life offer?
They separated, when his cock went too soft to keep them connected any longer, and Amy turned over. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed her brother for a long, long time. "I love you," she told him finally. "I mean I really love you. Promise me that you'll do that to me every day of my life. Promise?"
He shook his head, smiling. "We're both crazy, Peanut. But that doesn't mean I don't dig you, that I'm not gonna be after your dynamite little ass every chance I get. Like I said, we're both crazy."
"Do you love me?" she asked coyly. He nodded. "The same way I love you? The way a man is supposed to love a woman? Do bells ring and fireworks explode when you kiss me, when you ball me? God, Alex, they do for me!" She kissed him again for emphasis, and her nipples hardened dramatically. Between her legs there was a sticky viscous feeling. Ooohhh, Amy thought, it's his cum oozing out of my pussy again. Jesus, how great it feels! She squeezed her legs together, coating the insides of her thighs, matting her pubic bush with the thick male cream that was slowly trickling from her slit.
"Oh, Lord," she said. "Did you notice last evening," she added quickly to stifle his look of bemusement. "that when. Steve and I were baiting and he was ready to come. I made him take it out of me before he squirted?" Alex nodded, eyes uncertain.
"Well," Amy giggled, "didn't you notice that right afterwards, when I let you stuff me, there wasn't any talk about more, pull it out! Don't knock me up with your hot cum! And how many more times have you squirted your seed into my belly, brother darling? You did that very first time, and we must have fucked… oh, I don't know, maybe ten or twelve times up to rigid now. Do you have any idea how much cum you've pumped into me? I bet it would take a couple of gallon jugs to hold it all – Wow! Is that heavy? With you, I never even thought about being careful. Do you think I could be…" she paused for dramatic effect, one hand rubbing a circle on her warm tummy "…do you think I could be pregnant right now?"
"Oh, Christ, Amy!" he blurted. "I think you just scared me out of ten years' growth!!"
"Would that be crazy?" she went on, scarcely noticing. "For me to have your baby in my tummy. Can a brother knock up his own sister? Isn't there some kind of genetic imbalance or something that would prevent it?"
"I think it's possible," Alex said weakly. "I think it's more than possible."
"Gee… if I was gonna have anybody's baby, I'd want it to be yours, Alex. Because I love you. I always dreamed about meeting a knight on a white horse, but God, I never thought it would be you!"
"Either you get on the pill or I get some rubbers," Alex declared firmly. "When's your next period due? God… we have to cool this just a little, Peanut."
"Well, don't get hysterical," Amy giggled. "If it happens, it happens. And I know I could come up with some kind of lie Mom and Dad would believe. Oh, damn, the phone's ringing! I'll be back in a flash, lover!"
She was just hanging up the phone, when Alex came into her bedroom. "It was Steve," she told her brother. "He got Roberta last night, out in the canyon – where he used to take her all the time. Laid her on the grass, and then he laid her but good. We must have worked her up with that demonstration of… what did she call it? 'A perversion and sort of disgusting to watch.' Something like that. Anyway, he was wondering if we would care to join him and Roberta for a trip to the beach a little later in the day. Drive down to Santa Monica, maybe camp out, stay the whole night and watch the sun rise in the morning. I told him I'd get back to him after I'd talked to you."
"Sounds like fun," Alex said. "I suppose he's planning on an orgy in the sand."
Amy nodded. "You wouldn't be too jealous if I balled him would you? Not as a steady thing… just once in a while? I mean, he's nice, and there'll be lots of times, I bet, when I'm really horned up and you're not available."
"It's okay with me," Alex said. "Maybe you should try it with a lot of guys, you know? Play the field? You might even find somebody you like a lot better than you like me."
"Oh, horse shit! Last night, in bed, at a very tender moment, you confessed to me that you'd screwed half a dozen chicks but none of them were even half as good, half as sweet, half as fantastic as I was. Well, I've come to the same conclusion about you, darling brother. Why should I go around fucking everybody and his brother just to confirm what I already know? You sound like you're trying to get rid of me, anyway. Come closer." She took hold of his soft cock and lifted it to her mouth. "Have you forgotten already that I know a hundred ways to do this?"
Amy extended the tip of her tongue and licked the end of her brother's peter. She could taste cum and piss on his slit opening, and she smacked her lips as she savored the flavor. With the flat of her tongue she cleansed the head of Alex's rod, licking until the tool grew noticeably stiffer against her mouth. "See?" and she opened her mouth, sucking him inside.
His prick grew rapidly, and she felt its tip sliding with speed back, back across her tongue, aiming for the opening of her throat. Amy sloshed saliva around his prong, and she closed in her cheeks. She loved to suck him. He was slender enough to be very comfortable in her mouth, long enough to make swallowing his knob a remarkable and pride worthy feat, and the seed he could gush into her mouth was sweet enough to make a nun abandon her convent, vows and Christ. Why in God's name should Amy even think about playing the field, when she had this waiting for her at home?
The phone rang again, just as Amy was about to lay some heavy gobbling on Alex's cock, and she frowned. "Oh, fuck," Amy growled, removing her mouth from her, brother's organ, then "oh, hi, Mom! How's Sin City USA treating you?"
"Well," she told Alex after she'd hung up, his cock cuddled in her hand, "if you want to go to the beach, I guess we can swing it. Mom and Dad are staying on in Vegas for a few days. They won't be home till middle of the week. So we can hang out all night. Whatcha say, sport?" She jiggled his dick, moving toward it with her face, the tongue already thrust out, anticipating the taste of that wet pecker in her hungry mouth.
"God, Amy, we went all to pieces after they left, didn't we? But what are we gonna do when Mom and Dad come home?"
She stopped sucking. "We'll worry about that when they get here. But I think we can find a way to be together most any time we want. Let me stroke you. You're dribbling a little cum already, and it tastes so delicious."
"What if they find out? About us, I mean."
"Oh, be serious, Alex! I love our parents. They are dear, sweet, loving people, but they are also old-fashioned and straight as arrows. I doubt if either of them have ever heard of incest, for one thing, and unless you and I do something really dumb, like sucking each other off at the dinner table, there's no way they're ever gonna find out! So let yourself go, younger brother. Enjoy me, because I'm yours to enjoy, and let me enjoy you for the same reason. Fuck me when I'm horny, kiss me when my lips ache for the want of kissing, and be close when I need you. Let's be the way. All right?"
"All right, Amy."
"Then, if the discussion is at an end, I have some important business to take care of." She plunged his cock into her mouth again, and she sucked him with deep loving strokes. Besides, Amy thought, if I drain him but good before we go to the beach, he won't have a Goddamned thing left to give that cunt Roberta. And she can sit around watching while I do the same thing to Steve. Should be a righteous evening.
"How are they?" Jon Messenger asked his wife. Rachel nodded with a smile. "See? They're big kids. You don't have to worry about them. Amy and Alex can take care of themselves if we happen to go away for a weekend."
"Oh, I know," she agreed, "but I just wanted to call and make sure. They're so self-assured, not at all like we were at that age. Of course, we had such a different upbringing. God, when I think of that squalid building where we grew up, of those filthy streets of the winos and drunks vomiting in the alley just below our window. But on the other hand, if we'd been brought up in the affluence we provided for our children, how much different would our own lives have been? You and I might never have… oh, and wouldn't want to think about a life without you!"
She was sniffling now, wiping her nose with a tissue. Jon sat down beside her on the bed, his arm encircling her body. Rachel leaned close, his strength flowing into her, and she sighed deeply.
The drive to Vegas had been long and wearying, thanks to that plane they missed, and yesterday's convention activities nearly as bad. She and Jon had lunched with two or three of the company's top brass, an unexpected honor and during the meal Rachel's brother husband was offered something just as unexpected; promotion to an executive position. The salary was a sizeable increase on what he made now, but the job entailed moving east and… "Of course there's one other prerequisite, Jon. You'll be intimately connected with some of our government contracts, and you'll have to go through a standard security clearance."
Of course he refused the promotion, on some logical though circuitous grounds, but Rachel knew and Jon knew that the FBI security check was the major obstacle. Even the most cursory check of his background would include a survey of Rachel's and their investigators would have to find some interest in the fact that subject lives with a woman purporting to be his wife. Woman is actually his sister, as Dauphin County vital statistics verify. They are the parents of two children… And there would go the job.
"Are you still fretting about that job?" Jon asked. "Well, damn it, don't! Because I didn't want the promotion in the first place. The company has worn out five good men in that position in the last three years. That's an average of seven months per man. I don't have an ulcer and don't want one. Anyway, I could be the happiest ditch digger in the world, if it came to that, as long as I had you and the kids to come home to at the end of the day. And listen, Rachel, we're going to have a great time here in Vegas, and I don't want you to cry or to fret or to worry once in the next three or four days. This is a vacation. Let's enjoy it."
She nodded, smiling through tears. "Of course you're right, Jon. He was only thinking about the twins, how they'd feel if they ever found out?"
"Well, don't. Don't think about anything except having fun. And as far as the kids go, if it ever comes up, God forbid, we'll tell them the truth. That ours is the kind of love that happens only once in a million years, that's it. It transcended the social barriers and that we simply followed our hearts. But I still think you're worrying about nothing. The kids are so wholesome and so normal and so straight-laced that it's ridiculous. Do you really think they even know what incest is? Of course they don't! So give yourself a rest, darling. We've gotten along for the last eighteen years, and we can get along for the next hundred."
"I'm sorry," she conceded, smiling more broadly.
"Love," Jon quoted, "means never having to say you're sorry."
He was right. He was always right. In spite of their unconventional love, she and Jon had created two beautiful, sweet, darling children who need never know the social cloud under which they had been conceived. We must have done something right, she thought proudly. We've been so lucky.