I shouldered my duffel and exited the plane into the crowded, bustling aerodrome. I followed the signs to baggage title, weaving in and out of the concourse. Finally, I reached it and, above the crowd, spotted my dad.
"Stonewall Jackson ! Jacky boy,"he called, waving and smiling emphatically as he started toward me.
"Hi Dad,"I greeted, smiling and grabbing him in a hug.
"Jacky boy,"he said, hugging me back tightly."I 've missed you son,"he said, holding me out at arm's length. Tears welled up in his centre, quickly mirrored in mine as we saw each other for the first sentence in five years.
After another yearn embrace, we collected my bags, went to the car and started for home.
We chatted for a patch, catching up with each other. He told me about things at his store, confabulate about people in town and the ‘ 67 Camaro he bought. I told him a little about where I had been. Things I had seen.
We fell into a companionable secrecy, listening to the radio and looking at the scenery.
"Rachel and Alexis are excited you are coming nursing home,"he said, referring to my stepmother and stepsister.
My dad had met and married Rachel and it was easy to see why. Twelve class new than my dad, she proved to be a odorous and nurturing womanhood, who was also voluptuous and sexy. I had found myself looking down her low cut shirts at her massive nipple or, at her big, round ass in her pixilated jeans many prison term.
Alexis, on the other hand, was seven years younger than me. She was a short, chubby miss with acne, frizzy hair and thick glasses that made her eyes spirit like eggs. She was a shy girl who dressed in baggy, unfashionable clothes. However, she was intelligent and could be curious when she relaxed.
They had moved in shortly before I had left for a college halfway across the commonwealth. I had come home briefly for holiday but, not very often or for long. After college, I had embarked on my career path, traveling the worldly concern.
"It will be nice to get to know them advantageously,"I said honestly.
"I have no doubt,"My dad smiled delight, reaching over and giving my shoulder a squeeze.
A little more than two hours after leaving the airport, we turned into the private road of the big, two story farm theater I called home.
"The place looks great Dad,"I said, taking bank bill of the"woman 's tactual sensation"in evidence.
"Yeah, Rachel spruced it up practiced,"he said with quiet pride. He pulled up by the porch and parked. We climbed out of the car, stretching our cramped muscles.
Rachel, having heard the car, stepped out on the porch.
"Jackson ! You made it,"she cried, waving and bouncing excitedly.
"Hi Rachel,"I returned, smiling at the warm greeting and watching her tits bounce in the nominal head of her flower apparel.
She hurried down the steps and around the car, blazonry wide. I hugged her and let her kiss me on each cheek.
"Come inside,"she said, taking my arm and dragging me."Alexis and I are making a big dinner party for us tonight."
Rachel chattered as we walked up the steps, across the porch and into the kitchen. The air was permeated with mouth watering smells.
"Alexis, Jackson is home,"She called up the step, seating me on a crapper.
She went to the oven, talking excitedly. footfall descended the stairs behind me.
"Welcome home Helen Hunt Jackson,"Alexis said quietly behind me. I turned, expecting to see the chubby, zit faced girl I remembered. Instead, I was looking at a beautiful twenty year old woman.
Her blue-grey eyes, beautiful without her glasses, looked out of a smooth, pretty human face. Rich brown Robert Curl fell to either side looking thick and soft. She had lost free weight and stimulate taller, transforming from a chubby girl into a bosomy cleaning woman. She displayed her curved shape in tight, low rise jean and a form fitting, low cut t-shirt.
"You look great,"I exclaimed, hoping it sounded more"brotherly"than it felt. In truth great was n't the word I wanted, hot, sexy, fuckable, those would throw been closer.
"Thanks,"she said, blushing cutely and opening her arms for a hug."Welcome home,"she said as I embraced her, trying not to enjoy the feeling of her in my branch or the press of her breasts against me.
"Here you go Jacky boy,"my dad said, coming in the doorway with my bags and dropping them on the floor.
"Thanks Dad,"I said, embarrassed that I had n't even seen him go back out."No problem son. Your old elbow room is still yours if you want to take out and freshen up."
"That sounds great,"I said, gathering bags.
"I 'll help you with those,"Alexis volunteered, grabbing the last two.
"trade good idea,"Rachel said."You two need to get right acquainted."
"Thanks Lex,"I said and started up the steps to my room.
"Where do you want these,"Alexis asked, following me in.
"Anywhere is fine,"I answered, dropping my load on the bed. She followed suit and I thanked her again.
"No biggy,"she said dismissively.
"So, how is college,"I asked, checking her out from the quoin of my eye.
"It 's approve,"she answered, turning to face me directly."What is it like to see the world,"she asked with material interest.
"It 's a beautifully chilling adventure,"I answered, turning toward her and struggling to not look at her lustfully."You gather all sort of people. You see all our departure and realize that we are all the Saami. You see affair and do matter you never imagined."
"That sounds amazing,"she said sincerely."testament you tell me all about it sometime ?"
"Of path,"I agreed, surprised to retrieve that I wanted to. I realized suddenly how I was looking at her and head off my centre, looking down at my bag and opening it instead.
"I 'll look forward to it,"she said."fountainhead, I 'll leave you alone. Welcome house Thomas J. Jackson,"she said, turning for the room access.
"Hey,"I said, turning her back toward me."Thanks and, you really do look great."
She giggled and turned quickly but, not before I saw the blush in her cheeks. I watched her walk out, closing the room access behind her. A second later, I heard her close her sleeping accommodation door.
I began chastising myself immediately. I told myself I had to end. That she was my stepsister. I told myself everything I could think of while I gathered my affair and went for a shower. I continued in the exhibitioner and while I dressed. It did no good.
We sat around the table at dinner, talking and laughing as we caught up. I heard all the causerie and told a few floor of my traveling. I even enjoyed bare success in not looking at my stepmother or stepsister inappropriately.
After dinner, Dad took me out to the barn to evince off the camaro. It was a expectant car and I oohed and ahhed appropriately.
We stood in the barn, talking like old times. The sun sank as we chatted.
"Getting tardy son,"my dad said as the maven came out."I got an early on day coming. Try not to be up too late."
We hugged again and bid each other in force night. He went in to bed and I followed soon after.
I sat on my bed indication for a piece but, could n't stir my fidget. I got up and started unpacking.
A little after midnight, I heard Alexis'door open and fill up softly. A few secondment later, she knocked lightly on my door.
"What 's up Lex,"I asked, opening the door.
"Saw you were awake and mean you might wish some companionship,"she replied hopefully.
."seminal fluid on in,"I said, opening the room access wider and summons her in."I 'm just putting things away. earn yourself comfortable,"I said, closing the room access.
"These are really cool,"she said, walking toward my collection of ancient dragon carvings."Where did they total from ?"
"From all over,"I replied, watching her. She had changed into a pink tank top that showed far more cleavage and black yoga shorts that barely covered the ass they clung to. Looking at her made me nervous and excited."polish all over the humankind worshipped and feared the dragon once. Some still do,"I explained.
"I like them,"she said, giving them another look before walk over and sitting on my bed."Can I wait through this,"she asked, holding my camera.
"Sure,"I replied, continuing to look at her as I put things away.
"Where did you need these,"she asked.
"Republic of Peru,"I answered.
"They are beautiful,"she said."will you sit with me and evidence me about them ? Please,"she asked sweetly, sliding to the middle of my bed and tapping the slur beside her.
I smiled and sat beside her. She leaned close, scrolling and asking questions. I answered as my heart raced and my forefront swam. I kept catching myself looking at her and dragging my eyes away.
"Did you play a lot of beautiful women,"she asked suddenly, lowering the camera.
"Everywhere I went,"I answered, my throat going dry.
"Do you cogitate I 'm beautiful,"she asked shyly.
"Very,"I answered without cerebration. I caught my gaze and looked away again.
"Glenda Jackson,"she said softly, pulling my tending back to her."You do n't have to reckon away. You can depend at me if you. I like it when you do,"she said, looking into my eyes.
"But, you are my stepsister,"I said, meeting her regard."I should n't look at you that way."
"I 'm not your real sis,"she replied softly, leaning closer as she spoke."We are adult. We can make up one's mind how to bet at each other right ? Besides, I wo n't secern, it will be our secret if we look at each other or anything else."I leaned in and kissed her.
She returned the kiss, matching my rage and desire with her own. My rim pressed on her's, they pressed back. My tongue touched her back talk, her spit rushed to meet it.
My hands found her bosom, cupping them through her clothes as we breathed each former 's hint. She arched her back, urging the touch.
Alexis swung her leg up and straddled my hips without breaking contact lens. She grabbed my hands, urging me to squeeze her breast and sucked my tongue into her mouth. She lowered herself onto my throbbing shaft and began rocking her hips.
I slid my hands up her shirt and under her bra, grabbing her big, affectionate, fast breasts. I squeezed them and caressed her firmly mamilla. She ground into my cock harder.
She began to groan softly into my sass. I lifted her shirt and bra, broke the kiss and lowered my brass to her tits.
I ran my tongue over her perky titmouse, teasing her hard, ping nipples. She moaned again as I sucked them up between my lips one after the other.
She grabbed my face in both hands, pulling my head up. She kissed me as I lifted my case, moaning into my mouth. Her body convulsed as an climax pulsed through her.
Her moaning and grinding ceased as her orgasm dissipated. She kissed me firmly and rolled off my lap and onto her feet beside the bed.
"That was astound,"she said, adjusting her bra and shirt. She leaned down, kissing me quickly before turning for the door."Until succeeding metre. Goodnight Jackson,"she said leaving.
I sat on my bed horny, confused and excited. My mind simultaneously wished for more and told me it should n't birth happened.
I lay awake late that night, arguing with myself. Frustrated with my mentation, I let my hammer win. I let my hands and clapper rematch her taste and feeling and saw her in my intellect. I stroked my rooster, cumming to thoughts of my stepsister.


thing were n't any clearer the next morning. Every time I saw Alexis, I thought of the night before and what else I wanted.
Alexis seemed to have intercourse how I felt. She made sure I noticed her in her cutoff short and White tank top. Every chance she could, she would bend over or lean forward. She made sure as shooting to brush me whenever we passed.
That afternoon, I borrowed the car and went to the memory board to see my dad and straighten out my foreland. It did n't work.
I faked my way through dinner and managed enough thought to avail Dad work on his car.
I lay in bed that night, simultaneously hoping to try a knock and hoping I would n't. I tried meter reading, writing and listening to music. Nothing I did could disorder me.
Around one in the dawn, I got up and went to my stepsister 's room to readable things up.
I saw light under her room access as I crossed the hallway and knocked lightly.
"It 's clear,"I heard Alexis shout. I opened the door and entered her palely lit room.
"Alexis, we need to blab,"I said, closing the doorway and pausing as my eyes adjusted.
"About what,"she asked, feigning innocence.
"About utmost dark,"I said, seeing her clearly as my optic adjusted.
She lay on her breadbasket with her header toward the door. Her peg were bent, bringing her get over ankles above a firm, round ass clad in calamitous lacing panties. She propped up higher on her human elbow, giving me a tone at her house, perky tits and the bra that matched her panties.
"Did n't you like finale Nox,"she asked teasingly, twirling a curl of hair in her fingers.
"Not as much as you did,"I replied. Any opinion of ending things flew from my nous as my pecker stiffened. I started toward the bed.
"I was starting to guess you were n't going to come see me,"she said, rolling to her back and spinning around."Do you like how I look,"she asked, laying back against the headboard and gesturing over herself.
"You look very sexy,"I replied, getting on the bed beside her.
"I hoped you would consider so,"she said breathlessly as our lips met.
We kissed each former fiercely. Our lips and tongues dancing together. I touched the bare skin of her thighs, her back and her stomach. My fingers trailed along the sharpness of her bra and panty, teasing us both.
I moved my hand between her wooden leg and slid it up to her panties. I traced a finger's breadth on the fabric above her pussycat then, pressed. She drew in a acutely breath, letting it out in a sigh. I felt the stuff dampen and my cock jumped.
Alexis put her hand on my bump and began to rub. She pressed and so did I. We sighed together as we kissed.
I slipped my hired man down her pantie, taking my time. I felt no hair and grew more delirious to see. I slid my finger's breadth between her rim and into her warm, slippery wetness.
I rubbed her gently, unhooking her bra with me free script. She moaned into my backtalk, pulled off my shirt and unzipped my trouser. She slipped off her bra and pulled out my hammer, stroking it as we kissed again.
I lay her back and started kissing down her body. I kissed from her cervix to her nipples, pausing to lick and suck them before continuing down her breadbasket.
I pulled her step-in off and crawled between her stage. I looked at her pretty, denuded pussy for a moment before slipping my tongue between her lips.
I licked deeper and deeper, savoring the taste of her arousal. She moaned as I licked her minuscule garden pink clit and pushed my clapper into her hole.
I pulled back and skid my dungaree off. I kissed her cunt gently and climbed upward.
"capital of Mississippi, we ca n't,"she said, feeling my pecker tactile sensation her pussy.
"Yes we can,"I replied, kissing her. She kissed me back, licking her taste off my lips.
"We should n't,"she moaned, kissing me harder.
"We are going to,"I stated, pushing harder against her. The view that I was going to fuck my sister rose in my psyche. The mischievousness of the watchword made me hornier.
"Thomas Jonathan Jackson no,"her mouth said while she moved her rose hip, letting my turncock slip into her cunt.
I thrust into her slow, savoring the feel of her tight, wet pussy. She moaned, urging me on with her pleasure. Her articulatio coxae rocked, pulling me inscrutable.
"You feel so safe,"she said as my cock touched bottom.
I began thrusting longer and harder, pulling all the way back and slamming it in. Her mammilla bounced and she moaned with every thrust. I began to be intimate her faster and harder as my mind repeated"I 'm fucking my Sister"over and over.
"Fuck yes Jackson, fuck me,"she cried softly."Do you like fucking your sister,"she asked, echoing my thoughts.
"I love fucking my sister,"I answered, nearly cuming as I said the words.
"I love fucking my brother,"she moaned. Her hip bucked as she started cumming."semen in me ! I want my comrade 's cum in me ! Cum in your sister,"she cried, her pussy gushing.
I thrust hard and deep inside her. My cock began to pulse, pumping more than and more cum into her pussy.
Our coming subsided. I pulled my stopcock out and lay next to her. She lay on my dresser as we caught our breather.
"Jackson, that was amazing,"Alexis said after a few minutes.
"It for certain was,"I agreed, hugging her."I just hope our parents did n't hear,"I added, thinking about it for the foremost time.
"I would n't worry about that,"Alexis said, smiling up at me.
"Why not,"I asked curiously.
"My dad was my mom 's step brother,"she said, looking up at me."They fell in love and lived as married man and wife until he died. My mom knew it could happen again and told me she would support us if this happened."
"What about my dad,"I asked, taken aback.
"All he said to my mom was ‘ if it keeps him dwelling house, I do n't care ’,"she replied giggling.
"Then, why did you say we could n't,"I asked, trying to wrap my head around it.
"It turned me on,"Alexis answered sleepily."We better get some rest. My mom has plans for the ‘ happy distich'in the morning."
"What plans,"I asked.
"You will see,"she replied, falling asleep.
I let it go. Morning was soon decent and I had enough things to question. In fact, the only affair I was sure of as I fell asleep was that it was upright to finally be home .