I shouldered my duffle and exited the airplane into the crowded, bustling airport. I followed the signboard to baggage call, weaving in and out of the throng. 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. bust welled up in his eyes, quickly mirrored in mine as we saw each other for the first prison term in five years.
After another foresightful embracing, we collected my grip, went to the car and started for home.
We chatted for a patch, catching up with each former. He told me about things at his memory, gossip about multitude in town and the ‘ 67 Camaro he bought. I told him a small 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 habitation,"he said, referring to my stepmother and stepsister.
My dad had met and married Rachel and it was gentle to see why. Twelve years untested than my dad, she proved to be a sweet and nurturing charwoman, who was also voluptuous and sexy. I had found myself looking down her low cut shirts at her massive boob or, at her big, round ass in her tight blue jean many times.
Alexis, on the other hand, was seven twelvemonth younger than me. She was a shortly, chubby young woman with acne, frizzly whisker and thick chicken feed that made her eye look like eggs. She was a shy girl who dressed in baggy, unfashionable clothes. However, she was intelligent and could be laughable when she relaxed.
They had moved in shortly before I had left for a college halfway across the rural area. I had come home briefly for holiday but, not very often or for long. After college, I had embarked on my career track, traveling the worldly concern.
"It will be nice to get to know them comfortably,"I said honestly.
"I have no doubt,"My dad smiled pleased, reaching over and giving my articulatio humeri a squeeze.
A little more than two hours after leaving the airport, we turned into the driveway of the big, two story farm house I called home.
"The place looks corking Dad,"I said, taking note of the"womanhood 's mite"in evidence.
"Yeah, Rachel spruced it up good,"he said with quiet superbia. 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.
"Michael Joe Jackson ! You made it,"she cried, waving and bouncing excitedly.
"Hi Rachel,"I returned, smiling at the warm salutation and watching her tits bounce in the front of her blossom attire.
She hurried down the whole tone and around the car, arms 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, Thomas Jackson is home,"She called up the stair, seating me on a stool.
She went to the oven, talking excitedly. stride descended the stairs behind me.
"Welcome dwelling Jackson,"Alexis said quietly behind me. I turned, expecting to see the chubby, pimple faced girl I remembered. Instead, I was looking at a beautiful twenty year old woman.
Her blue-grey eyes, beautiful without her meth, looked out of a suave, moderately face. Rich brownish curls fell to either side looking thick and soft. She had lost free weight and bring forth taller, transforming from a chubby young woman into a sonsy woman. She displayed her curves in soused, low hike dungaree and a form fitting, low cut t-shirt.
"You look great,"I exclaimed, hoping it sounded more"brotherly"than it felt. In trueness great was n't the Holy Scripture I wanted, hot, sexy, fuckable, those would have been closer.
"Thanks,"she said, blushing cutely and opening her blazonry for a hug."Welcome home,"she said as I embraced her, trying not to enjoy the feeling of her in my arms or the public press of her breasts against me.
"Here you go Jacky boy,"my dad said, coming in the door 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 room is still yours if you want to unpack and freshen up."
"That sounds great,"I said, gathering bags.
"I 'll avail you with those,"Alexis volunteered, grabbing the last two.
"Good idea,"Rachel said."You two need to get better acquainted."
"Thanks Lex,"I said and started up the stairs to my room.
"Where do you desire these,"Alexis asked, following me in.
"Anywhere is fine,"I answered, dropping my lading on the bed. She followed causa and I thanked her again.
"No biggy,"she said dismissively.
"So, how is college,"I asked, checking her out from the box of my eye.
"It 's approve,"she answered, turning to face me directly."What is it like to see the human race,"she asked with veridical interest.
"It 's a beautifully shuddery escapade,"I answered, turning toward her and struggling to not bet at her lustfully."You meet all kinds of citizenry. You see all our departure and bring in that we are all the same. You see things and do things you never imagined."
"That sounds flummox,"she said sincerely."Will you tell me all about it sometime ?"
"Of course,"I agreed, surprised to determine that I wanted to. I realized suddenly how I was looking at her and forfend my eyes, looking down at my bag and opening it instead.
"I 'll look forward to it,"she said."well, I 'll leave you alone. Welcome abode Jackson,"she said, turning for the door.
"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 boldness. I watched her walk out, closing the door behind her. A second later, I heard her close her bedroom 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 things and went for a shower. 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 chitchat and told a few history of my travels. I even enjoyed marginal succeeder in not looking at my stepmother or stepsister inappropriately.
After dinner, Dad took me out to the barn to show off the camaro. It was a great car and I oohed and ahhed appropriately.
We stood in the b, talking like old times. The sun sank as we chatted.
"Getting recently 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 other good night. He went in to bed and I followed soon after.
I sat on my bed recital for a patch but, could n't shake my impatience. I got up and started unpacking.
A little after midnight, I heard Alexis'threshold open and close softly. A few seconds later, she knocked lightly on my door.
"What 's up Lex,"I asked, opening the door.
"Saw you were awake and recall you might like some caller,"she replied hopefully.
."semen on in,"I said, opening the door wider and bidding her in."I 'm just putting matter away. Make yourself comfortable,"I said, closing the door.
"These are really poise,"she said, walking toward my accumulation of ancient dragon carving."Where did they derive from ?"
"From all over,"I replied, watching her. She had changed into a pinkish tank top that showed far more cleavage and mordant yoga trunks that barely covered the ass they clung to. Looking at her made me uneasy and turn on."refinement all over the earth worshipped and feared the flying 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 seem through this,"she asked, holding my camera.
"Sure,"I replied, continuing to look at her as I put things away.
"Where did you take these,"she asked.
"Peru,"I answered.
"They are beautiful,"she said."Will you sit with me and tell me about them ? Please,"she asked sweetly, sliding to the middle of my bed and tapping the smudge beside her.
I smiled and sat beside her. She leaned close, scrolling and asking head. I answered as my heart raced and my top dog swam. I kept catching myself looking at her and dragging my centre away.
"Did you meet a lot of beautiful women,"she asked suddenly, lowering the camera.
"Everywhere I went,"I answered, my throat going dry.
"Do you think I 'm beautiful,"she asked shyly.
"Very,"I answered without cerebration. I caught my gaze and looked away again.
"Jackson,"she said softly, pulling my attention back to her."You do n't bear to look away. You can search at me if you. I like it when you do,"she said, looking into my eyes.
"But, you are my half sister,"I said, meeting her gaze."I should n't bet at you that way."
"I 'm not your existent sister,"she replied softly, leaning closer as she spoke."We are adults. We can settle how to search at each other right field ? Besides, I wo n't tell, it will be our enigma if we look at each other or anything else."I leaned in and kissed her.
She returned the buss, matching my heat and desire with her own. My mouth pressed on her's, they pressed back. My tongue touched her lips, her tongue rushed to meet it.
My hands found her breasts, cupping them through her dress as we breathed each other 's intimation. She arched her back, urging the touch.
Alexis swung her leg up and straddled my articulatio coxae without breaking striking. She grabbed my hands, urging me to squeeze her nipple and sucked my tongue into her backtalk. She lowered herself onto my throbbing tool and began rocking her articulatio coxae.
I slid my hands up her shirt and under her bra, grabbing her big, warm, firm breasts. I squeezed them and caressed her voiceless mammilla. She ground into my cock harder.
She began to moan softly into my mouth. I lifted her shirt and bra, broke the kiss and lowered my face to her tits.
I ran my clapper over her perky tits, teasing her operose, pink nipples. She moaned again as I sucked them up between my lip one after the other.
She grabbed my fount in both hands, pulling my headway up. She kissed me as I lifted my face, moaning into my back talk. Her consistency convulsed as an orgasm pulsed through her.
Her moaning and grinding ceased as her coming dissipated. She kissed me firmly and rolled off my lap and onto her foundation beside the bed.
"That was amazing,"she said, adjusting her bra and shirt. She leaned down, kissing me quickly before turning for the room access."Until following sentence. Goodnight Thomas Jackson,"she said leaving.
I sat on my bed horny, confused and excited. My creative thinker simultaneously wished for more and told me it should n't take happened.
I lay wake tardy that night, arguing with myself. Frustrated with my thought, I let my cock win. I let my hands and tongue rematch her perceptiveness and feel and saw her in my mind. I stroked my cock, cumming to thoughts of my stepsister.


affair were n't any clearer the next sunup. Every time I saw Alexis, I thought of the Nox before and what else I wanted.
Alexis seemed to know how I felt. She made sure I noticed her in her crosscut boxershorts and White River tank top. Every chance she could, she would turn away over or lean forward. She made sure to brush me whenever we passed.
That afternoon, I borrowed the car and went to the storehouse to see my dad and clean my head. It did n't work.
I faked my way through dinner and managed enough thought to assist Dad work on his car.
I lay in bed that night, simultaneously hoping to hear a knock and hoping I would n't. I tried recitation, writing and listening to music. nothing I did could deflect me.
Around one in the dawning, I got up and went to my stepsister 's way to clear matter up.
I saw light-headed under her door as I crossed the residence and knocked lightly.
"It 's open,"I heard Alexis call. I opened the threshold and entered her indistinctly lit room.
"Alexis, we need to talk,"I said, closing the door and pausing as my eyes adjusted.
"About what,"she asked, feigning innocence.
"About last night,"I said, seeing her clearly as my heart adjusted.
She lay on her tum with her forefront toward the room access. Her legs were bent, bringing her crossed ankles above a firm, assault ass clad in blackened lace panties. She propped up high-pitched on her human elbow, giving me a aspect at her firm, perky titmouse and the bra that matched her panties.
"Did n't you like lastly nighttime,"she asked teasingly, twirling a lock of hair in her fingers.
"Not as much as you did,"I replied. Any thought of ending things flew from my head as my cock stiffened. I started toward the bed.
"I was starting to conceive 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 recall so,"she said breathlessly as our lips met.
We kissed each other fiercely. Our sassing and tongue dancing together. I touched the bare skin of her thighs, her back and her stomach. My fingers trailed along the edges of her bra and panties, teasing us both.
I moved my hand between her legs and slid it up to her panties. I traced a finger on the textile above her pussy then, pressed. She drew in a knifelike breath, letting it out in a suspire. I felt the cloth dampen and my cock jumped.
Alexis put her hand on my extrusion and began to rub. She pressed and so did I. We sighed together as we kissed.
I slipped my hired hand down her panties, taking my time. I felt no hair and grew more excited to see. I slid my finger between her sassing and into her warm, slippery wetness.
I rubbed her gently, unhooking her bra with me free hand. She moaned into my mouth, pulled off my shirt and unzipped my pant. 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 body. I kissed from her neck to her tit, pausing to lick and soak up them before continuing down her venter.
I pulled her panties off and crawled between her legs. I looked at her pretty, bald twat for a moment before slipping my lingua between her lips.
I licked deeper and deeper, savoring the gustatory perception of her arousal. She moaned as I licked her fiddling knock clit and pushed my tongue into her hole.
I pulled back and slide my dungaree off. I kissed her pussy gently and climbed upward.
"Helen Maria Fiske 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 taste off my lips.
"We should n't,"she moaned, kissing me harder.
"We are going to,"I stated, pushing harder against her. The cerebration that I was going to fuck my sister rose in my head. The naughtiness of the words made me hornier.
"Jackson no,"her mouth said while she moved her coxa, letting my cock shift into her kitty-cat.
I thrust into her slacken, savoring the feel of her tight, wet slit. She moaned, urging me on with her pleasure. Her coxa rocked, pulling me deeper.
"You feel so right,"she said as my cock touched tail.
I began thrusting longer and harder, pulling all the way back and slamming it in. Her knocker bounced and she moaned with every jabbing. I began to fuck her faster and harder as my mind repeated"I 'm fucking my babe"over and over.
"nookie yes Jackson, fuck me,"she cried softly."Do you like fucking your sister,"she asked, echoing my thoughts.
"I love fucking my babe,"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 pussy gushing.
I thrust arduous and deep inside her. My cock began to pulse, pumping more and Thomas More cum into her pussy.
Our orgasms subsided. I pulled my peter 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 find out,"I added, thinking about it for the beginning time.
"I would n't occupy about that,"Alexis said, smiling up at me.
"Why not,"I asked curiously.
"My dad was my mom 's stride brother,"she said, looking up at me."They fell in love and lived as husband and wife until he died. My mom knew it could materialise 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 home, I do n't care ’,"she replied giggling.
"Then, why did you say we could n't,"I asked, trying to enfold my head around it.
"It turned me on,"Alexis answered sleepily."We better get some rest. My mom has programme for the ‘ happy dyad'in the morning."
"What plans,"I asked.
"You will see,"she replied, falling asleep.
I let it go. break of day was soon enough and I had enough things to interrogative. In fact, the only matter I was sure of as I fell asleep was that it was good to finally be home .