The Landslide

Chapter One

My name is Robert Falcon Scott. I'm 28. I completed my PhD in Phys Ed close summer and its now early new twelvemonth. I started in a instruction and research Post at a new university last Sept, which meant splitting from my girlfriend. I could have stayed where I was, but this was a better opportunity for me. She could have applied for a carry-over, to come with me, but felt settled where she was. The fact that neither of us tried very hard to stay fresh us together said it all. But four months without sex is rough. I'm horny all the time.

My half-sister, Bethan, is 23. Mom and my Dad weren't married. She told me he couldn't handle the sleepless nights when I was a babe, so he bailed. Thanks, Dad. screw you too ! He's never been in jot, so I don't know him. I only have Mom's position of the chronicle, so I try not to judge him. Jerk.

Mom married Bethan's dad, a cool Jamaican guy, called Reg. I liked him, but sadly he died when Bethan was still young. Bethan's half-caste, with beautiful coffee-coloured skin, long black whisker and dark center. No-one would ever think that we're related. We've even got different surnames.

She went to university in Scotland, met a guy called Gregor on her track, and moved in with him. When they graduated, they moved right up into the far northern highlands near his parents, but it hasn't lasted. He became verbally abusive and controlling, and this Christmas was the last wheat. He wouldn't let her claver Mom and me. She asked me to drive up to get her affair and engage her back home to Mom, to start again.

Fortunately, they don't have any Kyd. I think it's him. He's a seedless tool, and I've never really liked him. Bethan insists he has never been violent, but I have a suspicion she's fabrication for my sake. I've always been very protective of her, and she's knows I'd skin him alive and submerge him in Loch cape if he ever hurt her. Which wouldn't do much for my career.

She's leaving him without telling him, while he's at oeuvre, increasing my hunch that he's been knocking her about. I hope he comes home while I'm there. I'll drown him in the Loch anyway.

It's a tenacious private road, so I set off the day before and booked myself into a B & B about an hr's cause from Bethan's. The trace morning time, I had breakfast and completed the journey, arriving at Bethan's just before ten. The seedless putz had already gone to work, and that left us most of the day to pack Bethan's belongings, load up the car, and disappear.

Bethan ran out to greet me, throwing her coat of arms around my neck and squeezing me soused, as she always has. Her climate swung between joy and sadness as she sorted through her things and came across stuff that reminded her of either honorable times or bad. She had to leave the furniture they had bought together. My car wasn't big enough, and neither was Mom's stead. She resigned herself to that and stuffed my car to bursting dot with everything else she could take.

We hit the road at five in the afternoon, giving us about an hour to put some distance between us and the seedless slit before he got plate and discovered his life-time had fallen apart. She didn't even leave him a note. It was pointless, she said. It would be obvious she had left him.

It was already dark and just starting to rain when we left, but the program was to tug through the night and get to Mom's sometime in the morning, depending on how often we stopped for a breaking.

The weather had other ideas. Within proceedings of our leaving the heavens opened, and the downpour was horrendous. The worst I'd seen in years. Driving through the Highlands along winding lightless lanes, it was slant black. Even with the wipers going full-tilt and my headlight on briny beam I could only see a few G in front of me, and it slowed us right down to a crawl. I didn't want to leave the road on a bend and roll down the side of a mountain.

We decided to keep going as long as we could, hoping the violent storm would legislate, but I knew I would soon be exhausted from the intense assiduousness needed to stay fresh us on the road if it didn't. I realised we might have to observe someplace to stop for the night.

The weather condition took the decision out of our hands. It just got tough, and we got tiresome. Eventually, as we rounded a bend at about nine pm, I saw blue flashing lights ahead of us. A law vehicle was blocking the route. I stopped, and a half-drowned policeman approached our car, leaning into the drive winding and rainfall. I opened the window an column inch, immediately feeling the icy winding fulfil the car as I got a cheek entire of rain. The officeholder told us the road was blocked by a landslip caused by the rain. We'd have to turn back and find a different route to our destination, or just still, bump a hotel for the night. He said it wasn't safe to travel in those conditions and reminded us of a roadside pub we had passed a little earlier. They had a few rooms.

He guided our turnabout on the constrict road, and we headed back the way we came. About half an hour later we found the pub and pulled into the car common. It was almost to the full. We hurried inside to incur people queuing at a desk. We weren't the only ones unexpectedly looking for a room. There must have been an annunciation on the radio about the landslip.

By the metre everyone else had checked in, there was only one room left. A twice. I looked at Bethan, quizzically. She shrugged and nodded. What choice did we bear ?

The elbow room was clean, and looked well-off enough, though it was minor and chilly. The windows were only single-glazed. I guessed they weren't accustomed to getting a lot of nightlong visitors in the winter. I had hoped there would be a sofa I could sleep on. There wasn't even enough blank on the floor, and no save blankets.

"We'll just sleep with some apparel on,"said Bethan."We'll probably need each other's eubstance oestrus to stop us getting hypothermia, anyway."

Having found our room, we went down to the bar and ordered a hot meal and a drink. It took a spell to get served, and by the time we had eaten we were surprised to find it was nearly eleven. I was exhausted and set up for bed.

We had left everything in the car because it was still raining so hard, so when we returned to our room, we just took off our dungaree and got into bed in our t-shirts, wind sleeve and underclothes. The bed was cold, and as Bethan curled up on her side under the duvet, she asked me to spoon her to try to warm us up. It seemed a good idea, so I wrapped my weapons system around her and snuggled up to her.

Eventually we did get warm, and I could tell from her breathing that Bethan had fallen asleep. It had been a farsighted time since I had cuddled up to her like this, since we were child really, and it felt good.

It had also been a long time since I'd had sex. I was as horny as pit, and my torso was pressed up against the body of a beautiful, shapely cleaning lady. Yes, she was my half-sister, but my instincts didn't seem to care. I knew it was faulty, but I wasn't thinking straight. I very slowly and cautiously moved my script up to finger one of her knocker. I could feel my heart pound in my thorax, and I listened for the tenuous variety in her breathing, alert for the flimsy apparent movement that would indicate she had woken up, but she stayed speech sound asleep.



I gently massaged her breast through her T-shirt and bra. It was a generous smattering and felt wonderful. I began to get an erection and tried to will it away. My hips were pressed up against Bethan's bum, and she had somehow draped one of her ramification around mine, so I was trapped. I was sure my hard-on would rouse her, but it didn't. Eventually I relaxed a slight, enjoying the feel of her ample breast in my mitt, as I ever-so-gently rubbed myself up against her bum. Thankfully, she didn't stir once. Unfortunately, it just made me find ruttish and ruttish, until I couldn't help myself.



I managed to carefully untangle myself from her leg without disturbing her and rolled on to my dorsum. I had one arm wrapped around underneath Bethan, so I couldn't movement it. With my one unfreeze hand I somehow managed to tear my packer down and my t-shirt up. I began to masturbate very slowly, still on full alarm for any denotation that she was stirring. I gradually felt bolder and began masturbating a little more vigorously. It felt so good. My imagination ran wild.

Bethan was naked when I felt her breast. She woke and turned towards me so that I could suck her nipple as I massaged her other titty. As she moaned softly, my manus drifted down over her soft warm stomach. She was clean-shaven. She parted her peg, and I eased a finger's breadth inside her. She was already wet, wanting me. Her hand found my erecting and began masturbating me. I caressed her clitoris as I continued sucking on her nipple, and she soon began moaning and breathing harder as she became more aroused, crying out softly as she came. Pulling me on top of her, she guided me to her, and I gently pushed into her. Moving slowly at first base, she matched my rhythm with her hips, building our rate and saturation together until I came in her.

I held my breathing time as I came on my stomach.

Feeling around in the darkness, I found the box of tissue on the bedside cabinet and cleaned myself up. I straightened my clothing and finally managed to fall asleep.

I woke naturally in the cockcrow, surfacing slowly, and realising that I had cuddled into Bethan again, probably for the warmth. I also realised that I was cupping her breast again. As I slowly pulled my hand away, she stirred."morning time sleepyhead,"she mumbled, still half-asleep herself.

We took turns showering and dressed in the same clothes we'd worn the day before. We went down for breakfast just in prison term. I'd slept later than normal after the arduous thrust through the tempest. It was still raining, but not as heavily.

We spoke to the landlord, who told us the road was still blocked and there was no other sane alternative route. He suggested we stay another night, but he didn't have an spear carrier room for us. I phoned Mom and told her not to have a bun in the oven us until at least the succeeding day. I'd go on her posted.

Bethan kept her phone switched off.

The rainfall continued non-stop. We spent the day in the bar just chatting and catching up with each other's news and plans. The news was playing constantly on the widescreen tv in the bar and we listened for local news reports about the landslide, but there was no change.

We joined in with games of darts and pool, but with batch of equally tire guests, we only got an casual biz. We talked to some of them, but the weather was inevitably the main matter of conversation, so it quickly got boring. It was a very long day.



Eventually, we had an eventide meal in the bar again and went back to our room. We both showered and half-dressed in the same clothes again, quick for bed. Bethan had managed to enchant the landlady into finding some supererogatory cover for us, so we knew we wouldn't be so stale this time.

I confess to feeling both disappointed and relieved. I had been looking forward to snuggling up to Bethan again, but I was painfully aware of the peril of being caught with a hard-on or playing with myself again. I knew that if I didn't do something to relieve myself, I wouldn't get often eternal sleep. As the elbow room itself was still very insensate, Bethan suggested that we snuggle up again until we were tender. I was happy to oblige, but a footling nervous.

As we got easy and make relaxed with my arms wrapped around her, Bethan quietly dropped the bombshell.

"I know you touched me close Nox. I was awake."

It took me a instant to frame myself."I… I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have. I don't know what came over me. I won't do it again, I promise."

"No. It's okay. I… I liked it. It felt thoroughly to be wanted that way… and I know what you did afterwards, too."

I was too abashed to speak. She'd been awake the whole sentence I was laid there masturbating. That was bad enough, but had she realised I was fantasising about having sex with her ? It was pretty obvious, I guessed ; groping her breast and then masturbating. I was mortified.

"It never occurred to me that you would feel that way about me, and I admit I was shocked at first, but I was also flattered that I'd had that effect on you. It made me feel unspoilt. I haven't felt safe about myself for a while. Thank you."

I tried to speak, but I couldn't. I was glad it was too dark to see anything.

After a span of minutes silence, she sat up."I feel grubby quiescency in the same dress I've had on for days."I heard her getting undressed and rolled onto my binding."You should get undressed too. You must feel the same way."

"Err, yeah… I guess so."

I got disinvest and lay back down as far onto my side of the bed as I could, so there was no inter-group communication between us. I felt inhuman again.

"Snuggle into me again, I'm cold."

"Are you sure ?"I wasn't expecting that. We were naked this time. What if I got a hard-on again ? That would be a catastrophe. Maybe my cheek would get the better of me and I'd be okay.

"Yes, I'm trusted. I'm cold. cum on, at least until I'm warm again."

I did as she asked. She did sense cold as I wrapped my arms around her again, carefully keeping my hands well away from her private arena. Her hide was so easy and tranquil, and she soon began to warm up. She felt amazing. I willed my consistence not to oppose, on penalisation of death. Mine.

I was too tense to relax and go to sleep, but I was slowly growing more confident that I might not get an erection after all. Then she gently took my hand and placed it on her breast. I held my breath, not daring to move.

She squeezed my bridge player with hers, and I gently squeezed her breast. If felt so warm, and laborious, and perfect.



"That's nice,"she whispered."Don't stop."

I began to knead her like I had done the previous eventide but more firmly, and this time her white meat were uncovered, just as I had imagined when I was masturbating the night before. Inevitably, I began to get an erection.

"Mm, you like it too. Keep going."

I grew more convinced and began caressing both of her breasts, her pap hardening like pebbles to my tactual sensation as my rapidly growing erecting pressed harder against her bottom.

She turned to confront me and kissed me. I responded and we were suddenly snogging passionately, our men exploring each early's soundbox. When we parted, she touched my erection, and slowly caressed it."You should have asked me to do this for you last night, instead of doing it yourself"she whispered.

"Would you have done it ?"I asked, finally able-bodied to speak again.

"I don't know. But I like doing it now."

She took a firm grasp and masturbated me vigorously, making me pant. She giggled as she slowed down again. I was still caressing her breasts. I gently pushed her onto her back and lowered my rima oris to one teat. I kissed, licked, and gently sucked it, teasing it between my dentition and my tongue. She sighed, happily.

I discovered that my stepsister is one of those lucky women who can orgasm easily just from bosom and pap play. She shuddered and sighed and moaned softly as she came. All the while, she was gently stroking my erecting, and it felt harder than a steel girder.

When she relaxed, she tugged my erection towards her, and spread her thighs as I moved between them. She guided me to her chess opening. I was breathing hard with expectancy. I gently pushed just a niggling, and paused. She adjusted herself and then wrapped her weaponry around me as I slowly eased all the way into her.

We paused again and began kissing. Then I began rolling my hip, still kissing her, keeping myself oceanic abyss inside her as she rolled with me. She felt unbelievable. So stiff, and hot, and wet.

I withdrew to the tip, and gently pushed all the way back inside her. She moaned softly into my mouth as she pushed against me. We continued like that for a while, until I couldn't contain myself any longer. Continuing the uncut thrusts, I sped up, pushing deeper and stronger.

Bethan was moaning continuously and digging her fingers into my back. I drove harder and faster, as I felt the companion throbbing of my approaching orgasm. I whispered her name softly, as I felt my explosive release pulsing into her in rapid waves that gradually subsided.

We laid in each other's arm together, kissing and cuddling with me still inside her as my erection gradually receded, and I got my breath back. Neither of us spoke.

When I eventually rolled off her, Bethan went for a hot shower, and then I took my turn. Returning to bed I cuddled into her, spooning her in a way that suddenly felt so natural. Both of us were still naked.

I finally voiced the first base care that was buzzing around in my head."Bethan, we didn't use a condom."

Gregor had insisted they try for a infant. They'd been trying for some meter, so she wasn't on the contraceptive pill and I had just cum inside her. A lot.

"It's okay. I knew for a patch that I was probably going to leave him, so I didn't want to get fraught. I told him I'd stopped taking the pill, but I didn't."

I sighed with relief. Getting my stepsister pregnant was a seriously bad theme. Which brought me to my arcsecond concern. I'd just had sex with my half-sister. Even big, I'd loved every second of it and wanted to do it again. What was wrong with me ?

We both knew we shouldn't have done it, but it had felt right and natural in the moment, for both of us. I had touched her and fantasised about her first base, thinking she hadn't known anything about it, but in response to that she had instigated our lovemaking tonight.

I was worried that she was reacting badly to the breakdown of her relationship and I had taken advantage of her while she was vulnerable, so even though she had instigated it, she would later regret it. It would deplumate our family apart. For a abbreviated moment the prospect of prison flashed across my intellect. I'd just committed incest. Was I a intimate predator and a criminal ?

When I voiced my fears, she immediately reassured me, cuddling and kissing me. Maybe she was reacting to the breakdown of her human relationship to some extent. She had been lonely and isolated for too long, but she couldn't deny that she had wanted me as practically as I had wanted her. She had made it materialise and there was no question of her ever telling anyone. She was as shamed as me, if that was the right word.

The more we talked about it, the more we felt that what we had done was only wrong in former masses's middle. Yes, it was against the law, but we were sensible well-balanced adult, not confused and vulnerable children or teenagers. The law was there to protect them, not us. We didn't need it. We could lay down our own decision, and we had chosen to do this.

We had wanted it and it felt right for us. We couldn't tell anyone of course of action, but our conversation turned to how we could maintain our new family relationship when I lived a three-hour drive from Mom's, where Bethan was going to stay.

We drifted off to log Z's with the interrogative unresolved. I awoke the next morning in the pleasantest way I could imagine. Bethan was sucking me to an hard-on. When I was fully hard, she straddled me and lowered herself down onto me. I played with her breast as she rode me, grinding herself down onto me until she came. As she laid on my pectus recovering, I raised my stifle to get some purchase through my feet on the bed, and began thrusting into her rapidly.

She lifted her head and looked into my eyes, watching me. That turned me on so a great deal I came more quickly than I wanted. I came hard and trench as we gazed at each other, and Bethan smiled in satisfaction.

The tempest had finally passed, and the landslide had been cleared and declared safe. The route was undetermined for us to sum up our journey. On the way we talked more, and Bethan decided to look for work and an apartment near me. Then we could let things take place naturally, without the imperativeness of expectation that would issue forth with one of us making a tripper to see the other.

I let Mom know our ETA, but we made better time than we anticipated. The roads were quieter than expected after the storm. She was still at workplace when we arrived, but we had keys and let ourselves in. Mom messaged us to conduct a shower and freshen up.

I'm sure she didn't intend us to shower together, but we did. It had occurred to me on the parkway home that Bethan had taken the dominant character in our new family relationship so far, which was okey, but I felt it should be balanced. I told her to shower first.

Once I heard the water running, I quickly undressed and crept into the lavatory. She had her back to me, and the cascade door had misted up. She jumped and giggled as I slid the door undetermined. I was already put up in anticipation of enjoying her body again and she made a grab for it, but I gently deflected her and told her to spread her blazonry with her hired man on the side of the cubicle. She did as she was told.

Taking the grievous bodily harm, I worked up a soapsuds and washed her all over, taking my clock time to tease her pap and her clit, getting her thoroughly aroused. Then I told her to turn away from me and lean forward against the wall. With my hand between her legs I guided myself inside her. She was already wet, and eagre for me.

poke into her vigorously from behind, I caressed her chest and stroked her clitoris, and the stimulation overload brought her to a powerful orgasm. She cried out, and her articulatio genus buckled. I held her up as I continued thrusting into her, harder and faster, lightly stroking her button to draw out her orgasm as long as I could.

When she had recovered, she braced herself against the wall, pushing back at me as I rammed her as toilsome as I could with my hands on her pelvic girdle, pulling her onto me. Slamming myself into her repeatedly, I finally came, erupting inside her in several powerful spurts.

By the time Mom got home from body of work, we had transferred Bethan's belongings from my car into the give up bedroom and made a showtime on preparation dinner party. There were the customary hugs and kiss, and then Mom expressed her headache for Bethan's post. She was surprised by how happy and bubbly her daughter was, considering her kinship had broken down, but quickly accepted it was clearly the right conclusion for her. Bethan and I smirked and exchanged sneaky coup d'oeil, knowing that was only half the cause for her in high spirits heart.

I rarely use bad language, but I must acknowledge, fucking my stepsister is a fucking awesome experience ! I don't know where it will lead, but I definitely don't want it to stop. I'm having fantastic sex with person who is already my secure acquaintance, and we already know each other inside out. It would be perfect if only it was legal. At least no-one will recognize we're related when Bethan moves nearer to me, so we can endure like a proper duad. She can hold her berth on just for show when Mom comes to chatter, which won't be often.

Chapter Two

Two days later.

It's been six calendar month since Mom passed away. It was cancer. Mercifully, it was very quick. Bethan and I were still together and deeply in sexual love.

We decided we wanted to get married and have children. One affair in our favour was that Mom was an solitary child and our grandparents were long gone, so there are no finis congener that could cognize about us. We have no contact with more distant congenator. The big trouble was that our birth certificates showed we had the Saami mother. Even though Mom was married before Bethan was born, her certification stated Mom's inaugural gens, which is on my certificate too.

We hatched a plan. I studied some on-line syllabus in graphic design and nontextual matter and bought some expensive software to go with it. After a lot of drill, I began to painstakingly make a forged nascence certificate for Bethan, showing a different maiden epithet for Mom. It took several weeks, and various aborted endeavor, but eventually I was pleased with the issue. I just wasn't convinced that it would horse around a Registry agency in the UK. What if they did scope criminal record cheque ?

That was portion two of the programme. We would fly to the US and get married in Las Lope de Vega, at one of those drive-thru places. My forgery would probably gull functionary in a different country, and we hoped they were less probably to do in-depth background hinderance. It wasn't the big dreamy marriage ceremony Bethan had always hoped for, but we couldn't see any other way of doing it.

We booked the wedding online and booked ourselves into the honeymoon suite of the best hotel we could afford, hoping we wouldn't be spending our wedding night in the cells of a police post instead.

I bought a new lawsuit, and Bethan bought a stun wedding dress, which I didn't see until the morning of our wedding ceremony. I could not trust how beautiful she looked. A limo took us to the chapel for the service. This seemed the most in all likelihood metre for our plan to go horribly faulty. Would law enforcement be waiting for us ? We were both incredibly nervous, but the parson just assumed it was wedding jitters. It was a beautiful service that went perfectly, and before we knew it, we were back in the honeymoon suite.

I took Bethan in my arms, and we kissed passionately. I slowly undressed as she stood watching. She looked so amaze that I had a full erecting by the time I was naked, and Bethan was still fully dressed. She giggled at the lot of my manhood already pointing at the ceiling.

I stepped behind her and unzipped her dress. As it fell to the floor, I saw that she was dressed in a basque, and stockings that were held up by a suspender belt, and a supporter around one thigh. I swear I almost came up her spinal column just looking at her.

She asked me to hold her basque off. It had lots of little fastening up the spinal column, and it took some time, but when it finally fell away, she was topless. I reached around and cupped her big toilsome breasts, rolling her teat between my finger and thumb. She cooed with pleasance, and giggled when she felt my hard-on poke her in the back. When she turned to face me, we kissed and cuddled again. She stepped out of her hymeneals dress and asked me to kneel in nominal head of her. I wasn't sure why, but I did as she asked. I soon found out. Her panty were crotchless. She was shaved smooth, and fully on display.

I buried my face between her thighs, licking her, and teasing and sucking her clitoris. She held the book binding of my promontory, pulling me into her as she ground her hips against my mouth, moaning in pleasance."Let me lie down,"she gasped, and sat on the edge of the bed before lying back.

My sass immediately returned to her clitoris and my fingerbreadth penetrated her, massaged her G-spot. She writhed and moaned beneath me, her cries growing more intense as her orgasm gradually built up and suddenly cascaded through her stallion body. She quivered and bucked in cristal until she could stand it no longer and begged me to stop.

I kissed her thighs while she caught her breath. Then she propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at me, with a dazed but well-chosen smile. I grinned back at her. I had made my half sister cum on myriad occasions in the past, but this was her first orgasm as my wife.

"Your crook,"she said, winking at me. I got to my feet, lifting her knee up either side of her chest of drawers, folding her in half. I spread my groundwork to lower myself to the powerful altitude, as she reached out and grasped my erection. She pumped it a few times, then pulled me towards her.

She guided me to her entrance, and she was so wet that my good duration slid deeply inside her, smoothly and easily. Supporting my weight unit on straightaway arms, I looked down at her. She gazed back and smiled. I withdrew until alone my tip remained inside her. Then I slammed myself into her as severely as I could, forcing the air from her lungs with a grunt.

She smiled up at me again. I slowly withdrew and slammed myself into her again. And again. Gradually getting faster and faster. She closed her eyes. Her breasts bounced crazily beneath me as I hammered myself into her. She reached down and begin stroking herself rapidly, moaning more than and more loudly as her mo climax grew closer and closer.

I was panting hard as I rammed her as hard as I could until we reached our coming at exactly the same prison term. She cried out as I grunted and growled, emptying my Ball cryptic inside her in a series of massive spurt.

I collapsed onto the bed beside her, my breast heaving. After a few minutes, Bethan rolled on top of me, and kissed me on the lips."Well, there's no question that we have just consummated our marriage ceremony, which means my big comrade is definitely now my husband."She laughed and headed for the shower.

She took her time, and I just laid on the bed relaxing. Eventually, she emerged with a towel rapid around her."Your turn."

"In a bit. I want to watch you get dried and do your hair, first."

"loony,"she laughed, dropping her towel and showing me her body.

She made a show of slowly drying every constituent of herself in forepart of me, then sat at the chest, and brushed and dried her whisker. I got up and went for my shower.

I got dried in the bathroom and hung up my towel. I walked back into the sleeping accommodation naked. Bethany was still naked, too, sitting on the bound of the bed. Her fuzz and physical composition were done to perfection, as always, but she was wearing thick red lipstick sealed with lip-gloss. It turned me on, and she knew it. She used it whenever she wanted to give me a ‘ special treat ’.

Her vocalisation was low and sexy."I came twice today. I owe you one. I thought you might like to collect properly now."

"wellspring, it's unspoilt to pay your debts as quickly as possible."

"Come over here, and I'll pay you some interest."

I laughed and walked over to her.

As I stood in nominal head of her, she put her bridge player on my thigh. Leaning forward, she sucked me into her mouth, and I gasped at the acute riffle of pleasure. Bobbing her foreland rhythmically, she made me iron-hard in no time, as I looked down, watching her blood-red lips sliding up and down my shaft.

necking all the way down my slam to my balls, she took each one into her sass, sucking them gently as she stroked my erection. Then, putting her handwriting back on my thigh, she returned to bobbing and sucking, repeating the process again and again, driving me wild with the mix of exquisite feeling and the foiling of needing to cum. I desperately wanted to grab the rachis of her head and fuck her typeface savagely until I came down her pharynx, but I restrained myself, and let her pleasure me her way.

Almost as if she could read my mind, she began deep-throating me, gagging each time she took my full duration down her throat, before masturbating me rapidly, and then deep-throating me again.

I lost count of how many prison term she took me to the brink and then backed off. In the end, my testis were so full they were aching. I was almost begging her to hold me cum. She grinned and began working my shaft with her hands and mouth at the Saami time. Almost immediately I could feel an orgasm boiling up inside me again.

As my body stiffened, she stopped sucking and masturbated my throbbing ray of light at a disturbed velocity, just above her typeface. She tipped her headland back, watching me through half-closed eyes, her verbalize wide open, those ruby-red lips inviting me to spill my load.

When she whispered"Cum on your sister's face, baby"I exploded, shooting stream after stream of hot sperm cell over her face and into her waiting mouth. She leaned back and splashed my last few squirts across her titty, laughing in delectation at what she could do to me. Then she sucked me dry, and licked me unclouded, her face still covered in my sperm. That was the most vivid orgasm of my life.

We spent most of the next few days in bed, the way a honeymoon should be enjoyed, and then we packed and headed back to the airport. We had arrived in the United States as half-bother and half-sister. We returned to the UK as husband and married woman, and no-one knew our secret .