I shouldered my duffel and exited the plane into the crowded, bustling airport. I followed the mansion to baggage call, weaving in and out of the multitude. Finally, I reached it and, above the crew, spotted my dad.
"Glenda 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 eyes, quickly mirrored in mine as we saw each former for the first time in five years.
After another long bosom, we collected my bags, went to the car and started for home.
We chatted for a while, catching up with each other. He told me about things at his store, gossip about people in township and the ‘ 67 Camaro he bought. I told him a piddling about where I had been. Things I had seen.
We fell into a companionable silence, listening to the radio and looking at the scenery.
"Rachel and Alexis are excited you are coming home,"he said, referring to my stepmother and stepsister.
My dad had met and married Rachel and it was easygoing to see why. Twelve years younger than my dad, she proved to be a sweet and bring up woman, who was also luscious and sexy. I had found myself looking down her low cut shirts at her massive bosom or, at her big, flesh out ass in her tight blue jean many times.
Alexis, on the other hand, was seven old age immature than me. She was a shortstop, chubby girl with acne, frizzy hairsbreadth and thick glass that made her eyes look like eggs. She was a shy fille who dressed in baggy, unfashionable clothes. However, she was sound and could be funny when she relaxed.
They had moved in shortly before I had left for a college halfway across the area. I had come home briefly for holidays but, not very often or for long. After college, I had embarked on my career path, traveling the world.
"It will be squeamish to get to have a go at it them better,"I said honestly.
"I have no doubt,"My dad smiled pleased, reaching over and giving my shoulder a wring.
A little more than two hour after leaving the airport, we turned into the driveway of the big, two level farm house I called house.
"The place looks heavy Dad,"I said, taking note of the"woman 's touch modality"in grounds.
"Yeah, Rachel spruced it up good,"he said with quiet pride. He pulled up by the porch and parked. We climbed out of the car, stretching our halter muscles.
Rachel, having heard the car, stepped out on the porch.
"Glenda Jackson ! You made it,"she cried, waving and bouncing excitedly.
"Hi Rachel,"I returned, smiling at the affectionate greeting and watching her bosom bounce in the nominal head of her flowered dress.
She hurried down the gradation and around the car, arms astray. I hugged her and let her buss me on each cheek.
"Come inside,"she said, taking my arm and dragging me."Alexis and I are making a big dinner for us tonight."
Rachel chattered as we walked up the dance step, across the porch and into the kitchen. The air was permeated with rima oris watering smells.
"Alexis, Jackson is home,"She called up the stairs, seating me on a pot.
She went to the oven, talking excitedly. footstep descended the stairs behind me.
"Welcome home capital of Mississippi,"Alexis said quietly behind me. I turned, expecting to see the chubby, pimple faced daughter I remembered. Instead, I was looking at a beautiful twenty year old char.
Her blue-grey eyes, beautiful without her deoxyephedrine, looked out of a smooth, middling typeface. rich people brown curls fell to either side looking thick and delicate. She had lost weight and father taller, transforming from a chubby girl into a stacked woman. She displayed her curves in tight, low cost increase jeans and a phase fitting, low cut t-shirt.
"You look great,"I exclaimed, hoping it sounded more"brotherly"than it felt. In truth outstanding was n't the word I wanted, hot, sexy, fuckable, those would have 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 smell of her in my weapons system or the press of her breasts against me.
"Here you go Jacky boy,"my dad said, coming in the doorway with my purse 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 room is still yours if you want to unpack and refresh up."
"That sounds slap-up,"I said, gathering bags.
"I 'll help oneself you with those,"Alexis volunteered, grabbing the live two.
"Good mind,"Rachel said."You two need to get expert acquainted."
"Thanks Lex,"I said and started up the stair to my room.
"Where do you want these,"Alexis asked, following me in.
"Anywhere is alright,"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 corner of my eye.
"It 's okay,"she answered, turning to present me directly."What is it like to see the mankind,"she asked with real interest.
"It 's a beautifully chilling risky venture,"I answered, turning toward her and struggling to not look at her lustfully."You fulfill all kinds of people. You see all our differences and realize that we are all the Lapplander. You see things and do things you never imagined."
"That sounds amazing,"she said sincerely."Will you tell me all about it sometime ?"
"Of course,"I agreed, surprised to find that I wanted to. I realized suddenly how I was looking at her and averted my eyes, looking down at my bag and opening it instead.
"I 'll take care forward to it,"she said."Well, I 'll pull up stakes you alone. Welcome domicile Jackson,"she said, turning for the doorway.
"Hey,"I said, turning her spinal column 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 door behind her. A second later, I heard her shut her sleeping room door.
I began chastising myself immediately. I told myself I had to stop. That she was my stepsister. I told myself everything I could think of while I gathered my matter and went for a exhibitor. I continued in the shower 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 gossip and told a few stories of my travels. I even enjoyed bare success in not looking at my stepmother or half-sister inappropriately.
After dinner, Dad took me out to the barn to indicate off the camaro. It was a great car and I oohed and ahhed appropriately.
We stood in the barn, talking like old times. The sun sank as we chatted.
"getting late son,"my dad said as the stars came out."I got an early day coming. Try not to be up too late."
We hugged again and bid each former right night. He went in to bed and I followed soon after.
I sat on my bed version for a piece but, could n't shake off my fidgetiness. I got up and started unpacking.
A petty after midnight, I heard Alexis'doorway open and close softly. A few second later, she knocked lightly on my door.
"What 's up Lex,"I asked, opening the door.
"Saw you were wake up and think you might wish some company,"she replied hopefully.
."Come on in,"I said, opening the threshold wider and bidding her in."I 'm just putting things away. pass water yourself well-fixed,"I said, closing the door.
"These are really cool,"she said, walking toward my aggregation of antediluvian tartar carvings."Where did they come up from ?"
"From all over,"I replied, watching her. She had changed into a tap tank top that showed far more segmentation and black yoga shorts that barely covered the ass they clung to. Looking at her made me nervous and excited."acculturation all over the world worshipped and feared the flying lizard once. Some still do,"I explained.
"I like them,"she said, giving them another aspect before walking over and sitting on my bed."Can I await through this,"she asked, holding my camera.
"Sure,"I replied, continuing to look at her as I put things away.
"Where did you charter these,"she asked.
"Republic of Peru,"I answered.
"They are beautiful,"she said."Will you sit with me and separate me about them ? Please,"she asked sweetly, sliding to the center of my bed and tapping the spot beside her.
I smiled and sat beside her. She leaned close, scrolling and asking interrogative. I answered as my heart raced and my question swam. I kept catching myself looking at her and dragging my eyes away.
"Did you fulfill a lot of beautiful adult female,"she asked suddenly, lowering the camera.
"Everywhere I went,"I answered, my throat going dry.
"Do you recollect I 'm beautiful,"she asked shyly.
"Very,"I answered without thought. I caught my gaze and looked away again.
"Glenda Jackson,"she said softly, pulling my attention back to her."You do n't stimulate to look away. You can look 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 gaze."I should n't look at you that way."
"I 'm not your real number sister,"she replied softly, leaning finisher as she spoke."We are adult. We can decide how to look at each other right field ? Besides, I wo n't tell, it will be our secret if we look at each former or anything else."I leaned in and kissed her.
She returned the kiss, matching my passion and desire with her own. My lips pressed on her's, they pressed back. My tongue touched her sass, her tongue rushed to meet it.
My hands found her breasts, cupping them through her wearing apparel as we breathed each former 's breaths. She arched her back, urging the touch.
Alexis swung her leg up and straddled my hips without breaking link. She grabbed my manpower, urging me to pinch her tits and sucked my spit into her mouth. She lowered herself onto my throbbing turncock and began rocking her hips.
I slid my hands up her shirt and under her bra, grabbing her big, warm, firm tit. I squeezed them and caressed her unvoiced mamilla. She ground into my cock harder.
She began to moan softly into my back talk. I lifted her shirt and bra, broke the kiss and lowered my side to her tits.
I ran my natural language over her chirpy breast, teasing her punishing, pink mammilla. She moaned again as I sucked them up between my sassing one after the other.
She grabbed my face in both hands, pulling my drumhead up. She kissed me as I lifted my face, moaning into my rima oris. Her body convulsed as an sexual climax pulsed through her.
Her moaning and grinding ceased as her climax dissipated. She kissed me firmly and rolled off my lap and onto her groundwork beside the bed.
"That was flummox,"she said, adjusting her bra and shirt. She leaned down, kissing me quickly before turning for the room access."Until next sentence. Goodnight capital of Mississippi,"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 have happened.
I lay awake lately that night, arguing with myself. Frustrated with my thoughts, I let my tool win. I let my hands and tongue replay her taste and feel and saw her in my mind. I stroked my dick, cumming to thoughts of my stepsister.


Things were n't any clearer the next morning. Every meter I saw Alexis, I thought of the dark before and what else I wanted.
Alexis seemed to cognise how I felt. She made for certain I noticed her in her cutoff short and Caucasian tank top. Every chance she could, she would bend over or skimpy forward. She made sure to sweep me whenever we passed.
That afternoon, I borrowed the car and went to the store to see my dad and authorise my head. It did n't work.
I faked my way through dinner party and managed enough thought to help Dad work on his car.
I lay in bed that night, simultaneously hoping to find out a knock and hoping I would n't. I tried reading material, writing and listening to medicine. Nothing I did could disorder me.
Around one in the dayspring, I got up and went to my stepsister 's way to all the way things up.
I saw light under her door as I crossed the hall and knocked lightly.
"It 's open,"I heard Alexis call. I opened the door and entered her pallidly lit room.
"Alexis, we need to sing,"I said, closing the door and pausing as my eye adjusted.
"About what,"she asked, feigning innocence.
"About last night,"I said, seeing her clearly as my eyes adjusted.
She lay on her stomach with her principal toward the threshold. Her legs were bent, bringing her intersect ankles above a business firm, flesh out ass clad in Black person lace panties. She propped up eminent on her cubitus, giving me a spirit at her business firm, perky breast and the bra that matched her panties.
"Did n't you like concluding night,"she asked teasingly, twirling a lock of hairsbreadth in her fingers.
"Not as a great deal as you did,"I replied. Any sentiment of ending things flew from my psyche as my cock stiffened. I started toward the bed.
"I was starting to intend you were n't going to come in see me,"she said, rolling to her book binding 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 believe 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 fingerbreadth trailed along the boundary of her bra and panty, teasing us both.
I moved my hand between her legs and slid it up to her panty. I traced a digit on the material above her cunt then, pressed. She drew in a sharp breather, letting it out in a suspiration. I felt the material dampen and my putz jumped.
Alexis put her paw on my bulge and began to rub. She pressed and so did I. We sighed together as we kissed.
I slipped my paw down her panties, taking my fourth dimension. I felt no hair and grew more excited to see. I slid my finger's breadth between her mouth and into her warm, slippery wetness.
I rubbed her gently, unhooking her bra with me loose hand. She moaned into my mouth, pulled off my shirt and unzipped my pants. She slipped off her bra and pulled out my cock, stroking it as we kissed again.
I lay her back and started kissing down her dead body. I kissed from her neck to her nipple, pausing to lick and draw them before continuing down her tum.
I pulled her step-in off and crawled between her legs. I looked at her pretty, bald-headed pussy for a moment before slipping my natural language between her lips.
I licked deeper and deeper, savoring the taste of her arousal. She moaned as I licked her little pink clit and pushed my tongue into her hole.
I pulled back and slide my denim off. I kissed her pussy gently and climbed upward.
"Helen Hunt Jackson, we ca n't,"she said, feeling my cock touch her pussy.
"Yes we can,"I replied, kissing her. She kissed me back, licking her gustatory sensation off my lips.
"We should n't,"she moaned, kissing me harder.
"We are going to,"I stated, pushing harder against her. The thought that I was going to have sex my Sister rose in my mind. The naughtiness of the Son made me hornier.
"Thomas Jonathan Jackson no,"her backtalk said while she moved her hips, letting my putz teddy into her pussy.
I thrust into her slow, savoring the tone of her tight, wet pussy. She moaned, urging me on with her delight. Her hips rocked, pulling me deeper.
"You feel so in force,"she said as my cock touched bottom.
I began thrusting longer and harder, pulling all the way back and slamming it in. Her bosom bounced and she moaned with every thrust. I began to fuck her faster and harder as my nous repeated"I 'm fucking my Sister"over and over.
"nooky yes Jesse Louis Jackson, fuck me,"she cried softly."Do you like fucking your sis,"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."Come in me ! I want my brother 's cum in me ! Cum in your sister,"she cried, her purulent gushing.
I thrust hard and deep inside her. My dick began to pulse, pumping more and more cum into her pussy.
Our orgasm subsided. I pulled my cock out and lay next to her. She lay on my chest as we caught our hint.
"Jackson, that was amazing,"Alexis said after a few minutes.
"It sure was,"I agreed, hugging her."I just hope our parents did n't hear,"I added, thinking about it for the first off time.
"I would n't concern about that,"Alexis said, smiling up at me.
"Why not,"I asked curiously.
"My dad was my mom 's dance 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 hold up us if this happened."
"What about my dad,"I asked, taken aback.
"All he said to my mom was ‘ if it keeps him home, I do n't worry ’,"she replied giggling.
"Then, why did you say we could n't,"I asked, trying to wrap my headway around it.
"It turned me on,"Alexis answered sleepily."We better get some quietus. My mom has plans for the ‘ felicitous twosome'in the morning."
"What plans,"I asked.
"You will see,"she replied, falling asleep.
I let it go. Morning was soon enough and I had plenty things to question. In fact, the just thing I was sure of as I fell asleep was that it was good to finally be home .