I shouldered my duffel and exited the planer into the crowded, bustling airport. I followed the signs to baggage claim, weaving in and out of the multitude. Finally, I reached it and, above the gang, spotted my dad.
"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 eye, quickly mirrored in mine as we saw each other for the foremost time in five years.
After another long bosom, we collected my bags, 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 store, dish the dirt about the great unwashed in town and the ‘ 67 Camaro he bought. I told him a lilliputian 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 dwelling house,"he said, referring to my stepmother and stepsister.
My dad had met and married Rachel and it was easy to see why. Twelve years youthful than my dad, she proved to be a sweet and nurturing fair sex, who was also voluptuous and sexy. I had found myself looking down her low cut shirts at her massive tits or, at her big, attack ass in her tight denim many times.
Alexis, on the other hand, was seven years younger than me. She was a short, embonpoint girl with acne, frizzy hair and midst glasses that made her centre facial expression like eggs. She was a shy daughter who dressed in baggy, unfashionable clothes. However, she was sound and could be queer when she relaxed.
They had moved in shortly before I had left for a college halfway across the res publica. I had come menage briefly for holiday but, not very often or for long. After college, I had embarked on my vocation path, traveling the world.
"It will be nice to get to make love them break,"I said honestly.
"I have no doubt,"My dad smiled pleased, reaching over and giving my shoulder 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 shoes looks great Dad,"I said, taking note of the"woman 's speck"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 strangle 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 lovesome greeting and watching her tits bounce in the front of her flowered dress.
She hurried down the footstep and around the car, arms astray. I hugged her and let her kiss me on each cheek.
"cum 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 stone's throw, across the porch and into the kitchen. The air was permeated with mouth watering smells.
"Alexis, Thomas J. Jackson is nursing home,"She called up the stairs, seating me on a feces.
She went to the oven, talking excitedly. Footsteps descended the stairs behind me.
"Welcome home Helen Maria Fiske 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 20 year old woman.
Her blue-grey eyes, beautiful without her ice, looked out of a smooth out, reasonably cheek. rich people brown curls fell to either English looking thick and diffused. She had lost weight and commence taller, transforming from a chubby girl into a curvy cleaning woman. She displayed her curve in fuddled, low rise jeans and a sort fitting, low cut t-shirt.
"You look peachy,"I exclaimed, hoping it sounded more"brotherly"than it felt. In Sojourner Truth gravid was n't the Holy Scripture I wanted, hot, sexy, fuckable, those would have been closer.
"Thanks,"she said, blushing cutely and opening her weapon system for a hug."Welcome domicile,"she said as I embraced her, trying not to enjoy the feeling of her in my sleeve or the mechanical press of her chest 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 elbow room is still yours if you want to unpack and freshen up."
"That sounds great,"I said, gathering bags.
"I 'll help oneself you with those,"Alexis volunteered, grabbing the endure 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 require these,"Alexis asked, following me in.
"Anywhere is exquisitely,"I answered, dropping my load on the bed. She followed suit of clothes 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 O.K.,"she answered, turning to look me directly."What is it like to see the creation,"she asked with existent interest.
"It 's a beautifully scary adventure,"I answered, turning toward her and struggling to not look at her lustfully."You encounter all kinds of citizenry. You see all our differences and realize that we are all the Saame. You see things and do things you never imagined."
"That sounds stick,"she said sincerely."volition you tell me all about it sometime ?"
"Of grade,"I agreed, surprised to get hold 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 depend forward to it,"she said."Well, I 'll will you alone. Welcome home Michael Joe Jackson,"she said, turning for the door.
"Hey,"I said, turning her backrest toward me."Thanks and, you really do look great."
She giggled and turned quickly but, not before I saw the flush in her impudence. I watched her walkway out, closing the room access behind her. A secondment 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 suppose of while I gathered my things 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 locomotion. I even enjoyed bare succeeder in not looking at my stepmother or half sister inappropriately.
After dinner, Dad took me out to the barn to testify off the camaro. It was a great car and I oohed and ahhed appropriately.
We stood in the barn, talking like old sentence. The sun sank as we chatted.
"Getting late son,"my dad said as the stars came out."I got an former day coming. Try not to be up too late."
We hugged again and bid each other dependable nighttime. He went in to bed and I followed soon after.
I sat on my bed meter reading for a spell but, could n't stir my restlessness. I got up and started unpacking.
A picayune 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 believe you might care some caller,"she replied hopefully.
."seminal fluid on in,"I said, opening the door wider and dictation her in."I 'm just putting affair away. lay down yourself easy,"I said, closing the threshold.
"These are really chill,"she said, walking toward my collection of antediluvian flying dragon sculpture."Where did they number from ?"
"From all over,"I replied, watching her. She had changed into a pink tank top that showed far more cleavage and Shirley Temple Black yoga shortstop that barely covered the ass they clung to. Looking at her made me nervous and excited."Cultures all over the earthly concern worshipped and feared the flying dragon once. Some still do,"I explained.
"I like them,"she said, giving them another facial expression before walking over and sitting on my bed."Can I look through this,"she asked, holding my camera.
"Sure,"I replied, continuing to look at her as I put affair 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 slur beside her.
I smiled and sat beside her. She leaned close, scrolling and asking interrogative. I answered as my core raced and my top dog swam. I kept catching myself looking at her and dragging my middle 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 call back I 'm beautiful,"she asked shyly.
"Very,"I answered without thought. I caught my regard and looked away again.
"Thomas Jackson,"she said softly, pulling my tending back to her."You do n't have to look away. You can await 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 expect at you that way."
"I 'm not your substantial babe,"she replied softly, leaning finisher as she spoke."We are grownup. We can determine how to look at each other right hand ? Besides, I wo n't tell, it will be our private if we look at each other or anything else."I leaned in and kissed her.
She returned the kiss, matching my mania and desire with her own. My lips pressed on her's, they pressed back. My glossa touched her lip, her lingua rushed to meet it.
My hands found her tit, cupping them through her clothes as we breathed each other 's breaths. She arched her back, urging the touch.
Alexis swung her leg up and straddled my pelvis without breaking contact. She grabbed my hands, urging me to squash her tit and sucked my tongue into her mouth. She lowered herself onto my throbbing cock and began rocking her rose hip.
I slid my paw up her shirt and under her bra, grabbing her big, lovesome, firm breasts. I squeezed them and caressed her hard nipples. She ground into my cock harder.
She began to moan softly into my mouth. I lifted her shirt and bra, broke the candy kiss and lowered my face to her tits.
I ran my tongue over her buoyant titty, teasing her hard, ping tit. She moaned again as I sucked them up between my back talk one after the other.
She grabbed my cheek in both helping hand, pulling my head up. She kissed me as I lifted my face, moaning into my back talk. 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 metrical unit beside the bed.
"That was amazing,"she said, adjusting her bra and shirt. She leaned down, kissing me quickly before turning for the doorway."Until next time. Goodnight Andrew Jackson,"she said leaving.
I sat on my bed horny, confused and excited. My psyche simultaneously wished for more and told me it should n't suffer happened.
I lay arouse belated that night, arguing with myself. Frustrated with my thoughts, I let my cock win. I let my hired hand and tongue replay her penchant and feel and saw her in my mind. I stroked my hammer, cumming to thoughts of my stepsister.


Things were n't any clearer the adjacent morning. Every clip I saw Alexis, I thought of the night before and what else I wanted.
Alexis seemed to bang how I felt. She made trusted I noticed her in her cutoff boxers and White tank top. Every chance she could, she would bend over or lean forward. She made indisputable to sweep me whenever we passed.
That good afternoon, I borrowed the car and went to the stock to see my dad and clear my foreland. It did n't work.
I faked my way through dinner party and managed enough thought to help oneself Dad cultivate on his car.
I lay in bed that night, simultaneously hoping to get a line a knock and hoping I would n't. I tried reading, writing and listening to medicine. zip I did could distract me.
Around one in the morning, I got up and went to my stepsister 's room to clear things up.
I saw light under her door as I crossed the foyer and knocked lightly.
"It 's give,"I heard Alexis call. I opened the room access and entered her murkily lit room.
"Alexis, we need to talk,"I said, closing the door and pausing as my eyes adjusted.
"About what,"she asked, feigning pureness.
"About finale night,"I said, seeing her clearly as my heart adjusted.
She lay on her stomach with her head toward the door. Her legs were crumpled, bringing her hybridize articulatio talocruralis above a firm, round ass clad in black lace panties. She propped up higher on her elbows, giving me a feeling at her firm, perky tits and the bra that matched her panties.
"Did n't you like death Night,"she asked teasingly, twirling a lock of pilus in her fingers.
"Not as much as you did,"I replied. Any thinking of ending matter flew from my mind as my peter stiffened. I started toward the bed.
"I was starting to think you were n't going to fare 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 think so,"she said breathlessly as our rim met.
We kissed each other fiercely. Our brim and tongues dancing together. I touched the bare skin of her thighs, her rachis and her belly. My fingers trailed along the edges of her bra and panties, teasing us both.
I moved my mitt between her legs and slid it up to her panties. I traced a digit on the textile above her pussy then, pressed. She drew in a needlelike breath, letting it out in a sigh. I felt the material dampen and my cock jumped.
Alexis put her hand on my bulge and began to rub. She pressed and so did I. We sighed together as we kissed.
I slipped my hand down her pantie, taking my time. I felt no hair and grew more arouse to see. I slid my digit between her backtalk and into her warm, slippery wetness.
I rubbed her gently, unhooking her bra with me unblock hand. She moaned into my mouth, pulled off my shirt and unzipped my knickers. 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 eubstance. I kissed from her cervix to her pap, pausing to lap up and wet-nurse them before continuing down her stomach.
I pulled her panties off and crawled between her stage. I looked at her pretty, bald kitty-cat for a moment before slipping my glossa between her lips.
I licked deeper and deeper, savoring the penchant of her arousal. She moaned as I licked her little pink clit and pushed my tongue into her hole.
I pulled back and slid my dungaree off. I kissed her twat gently and climbed upward.
"Jackson, we ca n't,"she said, feeling my cock spot 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 thought that I was going to fuck my sister rose in my intellect. The naughtiness of the words made me steamy.
"Jackson no,"her mouth said while she moved her articulatio coxae, letting my dick slip into her pussy.
I thrust into her irksome, savoring the smell of her tight, wet pussy. She moaned, urging me on with her pleasance. Her pelvic girdle rocked, pulling me cryptic.
"You feel so good,"she said as my hammer touched derriere.
I began thrusting longer and harder, pulling all the way back and slamming it in. Her tits bounced and she moaned with every thrust. I began to fuck her faster and harder as my judgment repeated"I 'm fucking my sis"over and over.
"roll in the hay yes Thomas Jonathan 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 crony,"she moaned. Her hip bucked as she started cumming."Come in me ! I want my pal 's cum in me ! Cum in your sister,"she cried, her kitty gushing.
I thrust operose and inscrutable inside her. My cock began to pulse, pumping more and more cum into her pussy.
Our orgasms subsided. I pulled my rooster out and lay next to her. She lay on my chest as we caught our breaths.
"Stonewall Jackson, that was amazing,"Alexis said after a few minutes.
"It certainly was,"I agreed, hugging her."I just hope our parents did n't hear,"I added, thinking about it for the first prison term.
"I would n't worry about that,"Alexis said, smiling up at me.
"Why not,"I asked curiously.
"My dad was my mom 's gradation brother,"she said, looking up at me."They fell in love and lived as hubby and wife until he died. My mom knew it could occur 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 household, 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 dependable get some rest. My mom has plans for the ‘ glad pair'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 enough things to interrogation. In fact, the only matter I was certainly of as I fell asleep was that it was in effect to finally be nursing home .