I made my way down the hall, our mouths greedily open to each other, tongues darting and dancing together, my hands under Nancy’s ass, groping her firm flesh as much as I could while still carrying her. I laid her down on the edge of our bed, skimmed my shorts down and off, and, standing on the floor, leaned over her and pressed my cock against her open slit. Nancy moaned at the contact, but pushed her hands against my chest. “Hey, Mr. New Haircut. Look me in the eyes. I want every connection with you.”
I was able to maintain steady eye contact with my sister as I slid into her tight cunt, which started spasming immediately, gripping and releasing my dick as I slowly moved back and forth. I watched, really watched, maybe for the first time, my sister’s facial reactions as her pussy was filled by her brother’s dick. God, she was beautiful. It was as though I were seeing her for the first time. Her eyes rolled up, her mouth opening as short gasps escaped along with tender whimpers.
“Oh, Nancy… you are so lovely, so perfect,” I said as I moved my hips slowly back and forth, pressing my cock deeper every few strokes, taking my time with her. “I almost forgot we can take all the time we want now. I can stay inside you as long as I possibly can.”
Nancy moaned, and leaned up to kiss me, still with our eyes locked on each other. “Nothing would make me happier, Jim. I love you so much.”
“Oh, and I love you, Nancy.”
Nancy began to thrust herself upward to meet my strokes, clearly craving the release of orgasm. She lay back, hands on her large breasts, squeezing and pulling her nipples while she watched my face as I leaned further over her, putting some of my weight on her, pressing deeper. She drew her legs back, then up. “Hold my legs up and fuck me, lover! My pussy is yours. Fuck me, Jim. Fuck your sister’s tight pussy!”
We moved together, grinding against each other as I bottomed out inside her, Nancy’s pussy squeezing my cock, adding so much to our union. I flexed my cock each time I moved forward, pressing into her baby maker. My face had to be reflecting everything I felt. Nancy could see desire, lust, and tender love in my eyes as we moved.
I licked my thumb and slid it between us, pressing circles on her clit as I pulled back, then pressing up under her clit as I slid forward, creating extra friction. In just a few strokes, Nancy was moaning loudly, her hands reaching behind her own thighs, pulling them even farther up, bending herself almost double to give me all the access I could want to her slick cunt.
“Oh, fuck! Nancy, you are amazing. I love you, sister! I love you!”
“I love you, Jim! Oh, fuck. I love you and your sister-fucking dick! DO IT! Fuck me, Jim. Yeah, fuck yes. Make me cum, baby brother. Make your sister cum! Oh shit fuck yes! Oh, yeah! It’s… oh. It’s… oh fuck NOW NOW NOW!”
Nancy’s back arched up off the bed as I pounded her hard and fast. Her cunt clamped down on my cock, squeezing and pulling, as if it were trying to pull the load from my shaft.
Nancy’s clenching pussy spurred me rapidly along. Within seconds, I felt the stirrings of my orgasm begin. Looking directly at Nancy, I whispered, “I’m coming, my love. I’m coming!”
“Yes, lover,” Nancy moaned as she continued to convulse beneath me. “Give it to me, baby brother. Give me your seed. Fill me with your baby-making juice!!”
That was it. Nancy’s final words caused me to erupt, the idea of creating a child together so wholly exciting, I had an orgasm that encompassed me physically, emotionally and spiritually. I don’t think I shot jets into her this time. It seemed that my semen simply flooded my sister’s cunt, a raging river of cum pouring out of me as my contractions stretched into one long, extended spurt as I came, filling my sister’s baby-house with my seed.
Spent, I fell over her, our chests heaving, our bodies slick with sweat as we gasped our way back to earth from Nirvana. I kissed Nancy everywhere my lips could reach. Her lips, cheeks, forehead, neck and breasts were thoroughly loved, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me close as she murmured declarations of love in my ear.
“Thanks for the haircut,” I smiled as I looked into Nancy’s eyes.
“Yeah, there your pretty eyes are,” she whispered back. “It’s nice to see them when we’re intimate.”
“Thank you,” I said sincerely.
“For what?” Nancy asked, looking curious.
“For so many things, but right now, for your lessons in how to love you.”
“You don’t mind them, then?”
“Oh, hell no! I’ve learned an awful lot from you. I used to think I knew how to please a woman -”
“Hey, stop right there. You’ve pleased me from the beginning. I’m just teaching you to be more emotionally present, that’s all. It’s something all guys seem to need to be taught. Believe me, you are already everything I ever wanted and more than I could have hoped for.”
“Wow. That’s probably the best thing I’ve ever heard in my life. You know that I feel the same, right? I’m so overwhelmed by the love I feel for you; I just don’t always know how to express it.”
“That’s one of the things I’m here for,” Nancy replied with a smile and a kiss. “Now get off me, would you? I gotta take a wicked tinkle!”
Three days later, having christened every room in the house, we hosted our first family dinner with mom and Kristin. We had set the house up so it looked like I was in the master bedroom, an empty bedroom between my room and Nancy’s, and Jenny in the front bedroom.
Nancy was a skilled hostess. Summer in Phoenix is no time for superheating the house with an oven, so she grilled steaks and chicken outside, managing at the same time to tend to pan-seared asparagus while I chopped veggies for a salad. This might have been the most I’d ever done to help prepare a meal.
Mom spent a lot of time cooing over Jenny while we prepared supper. Kristin showed up a bit after 6, having just come from work. I gave her a tour of the house, same as we’d given mom. Kristin made note of the empty bedroom, and asked how long we’d be living here.
“Just a year, little sis. Rusty will be back before you graduate,” I said with a grin.
“Damn,” she replied.
“Things ok at home?” I asked her.
“It’s not tense like it was,” she answered, looking toward the open door nervously. “Mom is less uptight, but I miss you guys.”
“We’re not far away. Just let us know when you want to spend time here. You’ll always be welcome.”
“Thanks, Jim,” she said, surprising me by giving me a quick, tight hug.
“You bet. Now let’s see if dinner’s ready. I’m ready to embrace my carnivorous nature.”
We gathered around the table, me at one end, Nancy at the other, mom and Kristin on either long side. Nancy and I had already talked about not paying much attention to each other, about focusing on our mom and sister. We wanted to ensure that we seemed like nothing other than a brother and sister living together.
Good food, good conversation, and family. The night was a success by any standard. Nancy had selected a couple of bottles of wine for us; with mom’s okay, even Kristin had a glass with us.
I’d been concerned about what mom and Nancy would be like together. At first, they were both stiffly polite, but as the night went on, they both relaxed and were comfortable with each other. It seemed the distance the move had created between them might’ve been just the ticket to help them start to reconnect.
After mom and Kristin left, Nancy put Jenny down to sleep and we cleaned up, then walked down the hall together, arms around each other, my hand familiarly laid on the curve of my sister’s hip, Nancy’s head leaned on my shoulder.
In our bedroom, I turned Nancy toward me. “You know, you really are good at social events. Dinner was fantastic, by the way.” I softly kissed my sister’s lips, and she eagerly responded, her full, firm lips moving over mine.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Did you get enough to eat?”
“Not really,” I replied, unbuttoning the top button of her shorts. “I didn’t have dessert.”
“Oh, you poor guy,” she purred in my ear as I slipped my hand inside her panties. “What would you like?”
“I’m in the mood for something exotic and delicious,” I replied, walking her backwards toward the bed. “Maybe something Scandinavian.”
“Well,” she replied, attempting the Finnish accent of our ancestry, “I think that can be arranged.”
I sat my sister on the bed and knelt on the floor in front of her, quickly sliding off her shorts and panties. I lifted one foot and kissed her instep. “Oooh, that’s nice,” my sister encouraged.
“Glad you like it,” I whispered. I kissed my way slowly from her instep over her ankle, then up the smooth skin of her inner leg, pausing to trace my tongue along the inside of her knee. Nancy’s finger’s ran through my hair. I turned my head to look at her as I kissed and licked up her inner thigh.
My sister’s eyes were on me, watching as I worked my mouth up her leg. She inhaled sharply as I began nipping the skin of her upper thigh. Nancy spread her legs wide, pulling my head closer to her pussy, whimpering and exhaling in short, explosive breaths.
“Please don’t tease me, baby,” she implored. “It was so hard to not touch you… oooh… or kiss you… mmm… tonight.
“Oh, yesss,” she hissed through clenched teeth as my tongue snaked upward over her labia. Her hands tightened in my hair, pulling me close as she thrust her cunt toward me in offering.