By 1 in the morning we were both exhausted. There is no telling how many times I came in my sister, but when you consider that the bed sheets were soaked from corner to corner it had to have been a lot. Laying there spooned together with my cock inside her; it was nice to have a warm body in my bed again.
“You know,” Karen said as she fiddled with the fingers on my left hand. “I wish that had been us.”
“What do you mean?” I asked as I propped myself up on my right elbow so I could look at her face over her shoulder.
“Well, Allison is married to her half-brother and she doesn’t even know it.” She said as she pieced together all of the information that had just come to light. “And she fucks him very regularly from what she tells me.” As she said this her fingers began tracing a circle around my ring finger of my left hand. “I just wish I could have married you and made a bunch of babies with you.” When she said this she looked up out of the corner of her eye at me and smiled.
“You do realize, don’t you,” I said in a very flat and plane tone of voice, “that your name would not have changed? Your name would still be Karen Hampton.”
“No,” she quickly interjected as she twisted her torso so she could get a better look at me. “It would be Karen Hampton Hampton.” With that said she burst out laughing.
Leave it to my sister to come up with something so corny. It was a little amusing when I thought about the absurdity of it, but it was something that definitely wouldn’t happen. “Let’s get cleaned up,” I said as I pulled out of her and rolled off my funk soaked bed. “Hit the shower while I strip the bed down.”
“Party pooper,” my sister replied just before she disappeared into the bathroom.
The dynamics on my home front were in the midst of some really radical changes. I am not going to lie to any of you. I love fucking my sister. Aside from the fact that she has slimmed down and become an extremely hot babe at the age of 58, she is a dynamic partner and just overall an outstanding person. Working with my sister toward a common goal would be a piece of cake. And when I thought about it, the logistics were so simple it bordered on the criminal. I mean, why not push a few boundaries in your lifetime? When are you going to have the chance to do it again? And even then, are you going to be physically able to do it? I had made my decision in those few short minutes while I changed my bedding for something considerably dryer. When the bathroom door swung open I had my future laid out in front of me.
“Karen,” I said as I stepped into the middle of the small area for her to exit the bathroom. “I want you to move in with me.”
Karen looked at me as she tucked the towel that was wrapped around her torso under its edge just above her right tit. “Oh really?” She half stated and half mocked as she stepped up to me because I was in her way.
“I’m serious,” I retorted as I moved to stop her progress into the room. “I want you to move in with me and live here.”
Karen just stood for a moment while the gears spun around in her head. I could tell she was seriously weighing in the idea of getting laid every night as this big broad smile came across her face. “What are we going to tell Allison?” she said as she grabbed another towel to dry her still wet hair. “She’s going to wonder why I moved in with my brother when I already have a nice apartment.”
I stepped up closer to my sister and brought my hand up between her legs. “We’ll just tell her that I have to do more traveling with my job and that it makes better economic sense for us to share a place.” As I said this I cupper pussy with my hand and pushed my ring and middle fingers up into her. This had the effect of eliciting a very nice smile from her. “I mean that’s if you want to move in with me,” I said as I began to dig into her by wiggling my fingers back and forth across her G spot.
“Seeing as you are so convincing,” she said as she took a small step to the side to spread her legs a little more, “I suppose it would be a fantastic idea.” With a smile and a little twist of her head she offered her mouth up for a nice kiss. I slept with my cock inside my sister for the remainder of the night while we lay spooned together. It felt so good to have a warm body next to me all night, and I slept like a rock because of it. This was the beginning of the best stretch of my life!
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The next day was the beginning of the ‘family’ transformation. Karen and I fucked really hard before breakfast and our morning shower together. It was going to be a bit of a change for me in that I would not be alone in the apartment anymore. Shower and toilet time would now be split between us so I was going to have to do some additional planning. After breakfast we went and rented a little moving truck so we could haul her necessities to my place, and to move her furniture into storage. We were operating like a well-oiled machine as we moved her things into my apartment. It was on my fifth or sixth trip to the truck when the landlord came striding up to inquire about what was going on.
“Good morning Dave,” the senior gentleman said as he stopped at the rear corner of the moving truck. “What have we got going here.”
“Good morning Mr. Marcus,” I said as I set the box down I was carrying. Just as I was about to address his question Karen came walking back out to the truck. “Karen,” I said as I looked at my approaching sister. “This is Mr. Marcus,” I said as I gestured toward the elderly man. “He’s the landlord here.”
“Hello,” Karen said as she gently grasped his outstretched hand.
“Hello back,” he responded as her gave her hand a gentle shake. “So you’re the young lady that we have seen going in and out of David’s apartment.”
“Yep,” Karen responded with a big smile, “That would be me.”
“Well it’s nice to finally put a name to such a pretty face,” the old man mused as he gave my sister a little wink. “You know David, if your girlfriend is going to move in with you we will have to change your lease to show the double occupancy.”
“Oh she’s not my girlfriend,” I suddenly blurted out without thinking.
“She’s not?” The old man got a little puzzled look on his face before he asked his next question. “Then who are you?”
Before I could say a word Karen sealed the deal. “I’m his wife.”
To say that I was shocked would have been like waking up with a cattle prod stuck up my ass. I was simply going to tell him that she was my sister and that she was going to be staying with me for a while. “His wife?” the old man asked as he looked from Karen over to me. “Why you old hound dog you,” he said with a big smile. “This is a surprise. Congratulations!”
“Thank you,” I responded as I shook his hand. “It’s been quite a surprise for all of us I think.”
“Look,” he said as he leaned over toward me, “If you won’t tell anyone I will just add her name on to your lease and we will call it a done deal, how’s that?”
“Mr. Marcus,” I said in disbelief as events were just popping right and left completely out of my control. “You don’t have to do that.”