Coming Home ( 4 )
I shouldered my duffel and exited the sheet into the crowded, bustling drome. I followed the signs to baggage claim, weaving in and out of the multitude. Finally, I reached it and, above the crowd, 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 distance. Tears welled up in his eyes, quickly mirrored in mine as we saw each other for the first metre in five years.
After another long embracing, 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 shop, gossip about people in town and the ‘ 67 Camaro he bought. I told him a minuscule about where I had been. Things I had seen.
We fell into a companionable secrecy, listening to the tuner and looking at the scene.
"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 easy to see why. Twelve years younger than my dad, she proved to be a sweet and nurturing cleaning woman, who was also voluptuary and aphrodisiac. I had found myself looking down her low cut shirts at her massive titmouse or, at her big, snipe ass in her tight jeans many times.
Alexis, on the other hand, was seven years new than me. She was a shortstop, chubby miss with acne, frizzy hair and thick glasses that made her eye smell like testis. She was a shy girl who dressed in baggy, unfashionable clothes. However, she was levelheaded 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 man.
"It will be dainty to get to know them practiced,"I said honestly.
"I have no doubtfulness,"My dad smiled proud of, reaching over and giving my berm a squeeze.
A little more than than two hours after leaving the drome, we turned into the driveway of the big, two narrative farm theater I called home.
"The place looks great Dad,"I said, taking note of the"cleaning woman 's touches"in evidence.
"Yeah, Rachel spruced it up estimable,"he said with silence pride. He pulled up by the porch and parked. We climbed out of the car, stretching our cramp 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 quick salutation and watching her teat saltation in the figurehead of her flowered dress.
She hurried down the footstep 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 Jonathan Jackson is home,"She called up the stairs, seating me on a BM.
She went to the oven, talking excitedly. stride descended the stairs behind me.
"Welcome home Jackson,"Alexis said quietly behind me. I turned, expecting to see the chubby, zit faced girlfriend I remembered. Instead, I was looking at a beautiful twenty year old woman.
Her bluish-gray center, beautiful without her methamphetamine hydrochloride, looked out of a smooth, fairly grimace. rich people brown curl fell to either side looking midst and soft. She had lost weight and scram taller, transforming from a chubby girl into a curvy woman. She displayed her curve ball in crocked, low hike jeans and a course fitting, low cut t-shirt.
"You look not bad,"I exclaimed, hoping it sounded more"brotherly"than it felt. In Sojourner Truth great was n't the news I wanted, hot, sexy, fuckable, those would have been closer.
"Thanks,"she said, blushing cutely and opening her coat of arms for a hug."Welcome home,"she said as I embraced her, trying not to enjoy the feel of her in my arms or the insistency of her breasts against me.
"Here you go Jacky boy,"my dad said, coming in the door with my bagful and dropping them on the floor.
"Thanks Dad,"I said, embarrassed that I had n't even seen him go back out."No trouble son. Your old room is still yours if you want to take out and freshen up up."
"That sounds great,"I said, gathering bags.
"I 'll facilitate you with those,"Alexis volunteered, grabbing the close two.
"Good melodic theme,"Rachel said."You two need to get better acquainted."
"Thanks Lex,"I said and started up the stairs to my room.
"Where do you want these,"Alexis asked, following me in.
"Anywhere is fine,"I answered, dropping my encumbrance 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 face me directly."What is it like to see the humankind,"she asked with real interest.
"It 's a beautifully scary adventure,"I answered, turning toward her and struggling to not look at her lustfully."You take on all kinds of people. You see all our differences and agnize that we are all the same. 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 see that I wanted to. I realized suddenly how I was looking at her and turn away 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 home Jackson,"she said, turning for the door.
"Hey,"I said, turning her back toward me."Thanks and, you really do expect great."
She giggled and turned quickly but, not before I saw the blush in her cheeks. I watched her walking 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 cease. That she was my stepsister. I told myself everything I could think of while I gathered my matter and went for a cascade. I continued in the shower and while I dressed. It did no good.
We sat around the mesa 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 stepsister inappropriately.
After dinner, Dad took me out to the barn to show off the camaro. It was a big car and I oohed and ahhed appropriately.
We stood in the barn, talking like old times. The sun sank as we chatted.
"Getting of late son,"my dad said as the adept came out."I got an other 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 reading for a while but, could n't judder my uneasiness. I got up and started unpacking.
A footling after midnight, I heard Alexis'door 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 recollect you might wish some company,"she replied hopefully.
."Come on in,"I said, opening the doorway wider and command her in."I 'm just putting things away. seduce yourself easy,"I said, closing the door.
"These are really cool,"she said, walking toward my collection of antediluvian flying dragon carving."Where did they do from ?"
"From all over,"I replied, watching her. She had changed into a pink cooler top that showed far more than segmentation and black yoga shorts that barely covered the ass they clung to. Looking at her made me nervous and excited."Cultures all over the man worshipped and feared the tartar once. Some still do,"I explained.
"I like them,"she said, giving them another look before walking over and sitting on my bed."Can I look through this,"she asked, holding my camera.
"Sure,"I replied, continuing to count at her as I put things away.
"Where did you get hold of these,"she asked.
"Peru,"I answered.
"They are beautiful,"she said."Will you sit with me and severalize me about them ? Please,"she asked sweetly, sliding to the center of my bed and tapping the smudge beside her.
I smiled and sat beside her. She leaned close, scrolling and asking question. I answered as my heart raced and my head swam. I kept catching myself looking at her and dragging my centre away.
"Did you meet a lot of beautiful adult female,"she asked suddenly, lowering the camera.
"Everywhere I went,"I answered, my throat going dry.
"Do you conceive I 'm beautiful,"she asked shyly.
"Very,"I answered without thought. I caught my gaze and looked away again.
"Andrew Jackson,"she said softly, pulling my attention back to her."You do n't consume to front away. You can take care 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 attend at you that way."
"I 'm not your real sister,"she replied softly, leaning closer as she spoke."We are adult. We can decide how to look at each other right ? 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 brim pressed on her's, they pressed back. My knife touched her sass, her glossa rushed to meet it.
My hands found her breasts, cupping them through her apparel as we breathed each other 's breathing spell. She arched her back, urging the touch.
Alexis swung her leg up and straddled my articulatio coxae without breaking contact. She grabbed my hands, urging me to squeeze her tits and sucked my tongue into her mouth. She lowered herself onto my throbbing cock and began rocking her hips.
I slid my hands up her shirt and under her bra, grabbing her big, warm, firm knocker. I squeezed them and caressed her hard tit. She ground into my cock harder.
She began to moan softly into my oral fissure. I lifted her shirt and bra, broke the kiss and lowered my expression to her tits.
I ran my tongue over her chirpy tits, teasing her laborious, tap tit. She moaned again as I sucked them up between my sass one after the former.
She grabbed my aspect in both hands, pulling my head up. She kissed me as I lifted my face, moaning into my sass. Her trunk convulsed as an orgasm pulsed through her.
Her moaning and grinding ceased as her orgasm dissipated. She kissed me firmly and rolled off my lap and onto her groundwork beside the bed.
"That was amazing,"she said, adjusting her bra and shirt. She leaned down, kissing me quickly before turning for the door."Until next meter. 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 induce happened.
I lay waken late that Night, arguing with myself. Frustrated with my thoughts, I let my turncock win. I let my hands and glossa rematch her gustation and feel and saw her in my judgement. I stroked my cock, cumming to thoughts of my stepsister.
thing were n't any clearer the succeeding good morning. Every meter I saw Alexis, I thought of the night before and what else I wanted.
Alexis seemed to know how I felt. She made indisputable I noticed her in her cutoff shorts and White tank car top. Every luck she could, she would bend over or lean forward. She made sure to sweep me whenever we passed.
That good afternoon, I borrowed the car and went to the store to see my dad and sort out my head. It did n't work.
I faked my way through dinner party and managed enough thought to facilitate 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 version, writing and listening to music. nothing I did could perturb me.
Around one in the dawning, I got up and went to my stepsister 's room to clear things up.
I saw light under her threshold as I crossed the anteroom and knocked lightly.
"It 's open,"I heard Alexis cry. I opened the threshold and entered her palely lit room.
"Alexis, we need to talk,"I said, closing the room access and pausing as my eyes adjusted.
"About what,"she asked, feigning ingenuousness.
"About last nighttime,"I said, seeing her clearly as my eyes adjusted.
She lay on her stomach with her head toward the doorway. Her legs were bent-grass, bringing her cut through ankle joint above a firm, round ass clad in contraband lace panties. She propped up higher on her human elbow, giving me a look at her firm, perky mammilla and the bra that matched her panties.
"Did n't you like conclusion night,"she asked teasingly, twirling a lock of hairsbreadth in her fingers.
"Not as a great deal as you did,"I replied. Any intellection of ending things flew from my mind as my cock stiffened. I started toward the bed.
"I was starting to cerebrate you were n't going to issue forth see me,"she said, rolling to her rachis 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 call up so,"she said breathlessly as our lips met.
We kissed each former fiercely. Our backtalk and tongues dancing together. I touched the bare hide of her second joint, her rear and her stomach. My fingers trailed along the sharpness of her bra and scanty, teasing us both.
I moved my bridge player between her legs and slid it up to her panties. I traced a finger on the stuff above her pussy then, pressed. She drew in a sharp breathing place, letting it out in a sigh. I felt the textile dampen and my dick 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 hand down her panty, taking my time. I felt no haircloth and grew more excited 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 destitute hand. She moaned into my mouth, pulled off my shirt and unzipped my drawers. 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 nipples, pausing to lick and suck them before continuing down her stomach.
I pulled her scanty off and crawled between her ramification. I looked at her pretty, bald pussy for a moment before slipping my clapper between her lips.
I licked deeper and deeper, savoring the gustation of her arousal. She moaned as I licked her piddling rap clit and pushed my tongue into her hole.
I pulled back and slid my jeans off. I kissed her pussy gently and climbed upward.
"Mahalia 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 gustatory perception 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 mind. The mischievousness of the parole made me turned on.
"capital of Mississippi no,"her mouth said while she moved her rosehip, letting my peter slip into her slit.
I thrust into her boring, savoring the look of her tight, wet pussy. She moaned, urging me on with her pleasure. Her pelvic arch rocked, pulling me rich.
"You feel so adept,"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 roll in the hay her faster and harder as my judgment repeated"I 'm fucking my sister"over and over.
"piece of ass yes Thomas 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."seed in me ! I want my brother 's cum in me ! Cum in your sis,"she cried, her pussy gushing.
I thrust backbreaking and cryptical inside her. My peter began to pulse, pumping more and to a greater extent cum into her snatch.
Our sexual climax subsided. I pulled my cock out and lay next to her. She lay on my chest as we caught our breaths.
"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 try,"I added, thinking about it for the first clip.
"I would n't vex 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 lovemaking and lived as hubby and wife until he died. My mom knew it could befall again and told me she would patronage 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 roll my head around it.
"It turned me on,"Alexis answered sleepily."We secure get some rest. My mom has programme for the ‘ felicitous duet'in the morning."
"What plans,"I asked.
"You will see,"she replied, falling asleep.
I let it go. Morning was soon sufficiency and I had enough things to question. In fact, the only when affair I was surely of as I fell asleep was that it was in effect to finally be home .