I shouldered my duffel and exited the plane into the crowded, bustling airport. I followed the planetary house to baggage title, weaving in and out of the concourse. Finally, I reached it and, above the crowd, spotted my dad.
"Michael Joe 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 duration. snag welled up in his optic, quickly mirrored in mine as we saw each early for the first prison term in five years.
After another retentive embrace, we collected my bags, went to the car and started for home.
We chatted for a piece, catching up with each other. He told me about thing at his store, dish the dirt about people in town and the ‘ 67 Camaro he bought. I told him a piddling about where I had been. affair I had seen.
We fell into a companionable secretiveness, listening to the receiving set and looking at the scenery.
"Rachel and Alexis are excited you are coming home plate,"he said, referring to my stepmother and stepsister.
My dad had met and married Rachel and it was easy to see why. Twelve years young than my dad, she proved to be a scented and bring up woman, who was also toothsome and sexy. I had found myself looking down her low cut shirts at her massive nipple or, at her big, circular ass in her wet blue jean many times.
Alexis, on the other hand, was seven years younger than me. She was a short, chubby miss with acne, frizzy hair and thick glasses that made her eyes look like eggs. She was a shy girl who dressed in baggy, unfashionable clothes. However, she was intelligent and could be funny when she relaxed.
They had moved in shortly before I had left for a college halfway across the country. I had come home briefly for holiday but, not very often or for long. After college, I had embarked on my career path, traveling the populace.
"It will be squeamish to get to know them near,"I said honestly.
"I have no question,"My dad smiled pleased, reaching over and giving my shoulder a squeeze.
A little more than two 60 minutes after leaving the airdrome, we turned into the driveway of the big, two floor farm house I called menage.
"The place looks great Dad,"I said, taking bank bill of the"fair sex 's signature"in grounds.
"Yeah, Rachel spruced it up proficient,"he said with quieten 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.
"Jackson ! You made it,"she cried, waving and bouncing excitedly.
"Hi Rachel,"I returned, smiling at the warm greeting and watching her mamilla bound in the front of her flowered clothes.
She hurried down the gradation and around the car, arms full. I hugged her and let her snog 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 footstep, across the porch and into the kitchen. The air was permeated with lip watering smells.
"Alexis, Andrew Jackson is home base,"She called up the stairs, seating me on a stool.
She went to the oven, talking excitedly. stride descended the step behind me.
"Welcome home Andrew 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 yr old cleaning woman.
Her bluish-grey eyes, beautiful without her glasses, looked out of a placid, pretty face. rich people browned curl fell to either side of meat looking thick and lenient. She had lost weight and gotten taller, transforming from a chubby young woman into a busty woman. She displayed her breaking ball in compressed, low rise blue jean and a chassis try-on, low cut t-shirt.
"You look great,"I exclaimed, hoping it sounded more"brotherly"than it felt. In truth great was n't the word I wanted, hot, aphrodisiacal, 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 tone of her in my arms or the insistency of her boob against me.
"Here you go Jacky boy,"my dad said, coming in the room access with my udder 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 capital,"I said, gathering bags.
"I 'll help you with those,"Alexis volunteered, grabbing the last two.
"Good melodic theme,"Rachel said."You two need to get better acquainted."
"Thanks Lex,"I said and started up the steps to my room.
"Where do you need these,"Alexis asked, following me in.
"Anywhere is fine,"I answered, dropping my cargo 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 quoin of my eye.
"It 's okay,"she answered, turning to front me directly."What is it like to see the public,"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 touch all variety of people. You see all our differences and actualize 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 find that I wanted to. I realized suddenly how I was looking at her and deflect 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 base 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 cheeks. I watched her walkway 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 bar. That she was my stepsister. I told myself everything I could think of while I gathered my affair and went for a exhibitioner. 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 narration of my travels. I even enjoyed marginal success in not looking at my stepmother or half-sister inappropriately.
After dinner, Dad took me out to the b to designate off the camaro. It was a majuscule 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 other good Night. He went in to bed and I followed soon after.
I sat on my bed meter reading for a patch but, could n't stimulate my fidget. I got up and started unpacking.
A piddling after midnight, I heard Alexis'doorway 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 consider you might like some company,"she replied hopefully.
."Come on in,"I said, opening the door wider and bidding her in."I 'm just putting things away. realise yourself comfortable,"I said, closing the doorway.
"These are really sang-froid,"she said, walking toward my collection of ancient dragon sculpture."Where did they come from ?"
"From all over,"I replied, watching her. She had changed into a pink tank top that showed far more cleavage and black yoga short pants that barely covered the ass they clung to. Looking at her made me nervous and excited."finish all over the human race worshipped and feared the dragon 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 look at her as I put things away.
"Where did you exact 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 office beside her.
I smiled and sat beside her. She leaned close, scrolling and asking questions. I answered as my heart raced and my chief swam. I kept catching myself looking at her and dragging my eyes 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 imagine I 'm beautiful,"she asked shyly.
"Very,"I answered without thought. I caught my gaze and looked away again.
"Jackson,"she said softly, pulling my aid back to her."You do n't give birth 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 half-sister,"I said, meeting her gaze."I should n't calculate at you that way."
"I 'm not your real sister,"she replied softly, leaning closer as she spoke."We are adults. We can decide how to calculate at each other rightfulness ? Besides, I wo n't tell, it will be our secret if we look at each other or anything else."I leaned in and kissed her.
She returned the buss, matching my passion and desire with her own. My back talk pressed on her's, they pressed back. My clapper touched her lips, her tongue rushed to meet it.
My hands found her white meat, cupping them through her clothes as we breathed each other 's breaths. She arched her back, urging the jot.
Alexis swung her leg up and straddled my hips without breaking contact. She grabbed my hired hand, urging me to squeeze her tits and sucked my clapper into her mouth. She lowered herself onto my throbbing cock and began rocking her hips.
I slid my helping hand up her shirt and under her bra, grabbing her big, warm, steadfastly 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 kiss and lowered my face to her tits.
I ran my tongue over her buoyant tits, teasing her hard, pinkish nipple. She moaned again as I sucked them up between my back talk one after the other.
She grabbed my brass in both hands, pulling my head up. She kissed me as I lifted my human face, moaning into my rima oris. Her body 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 understructure 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 fourth dimension. 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 have happened.
I lay wake late that night, arguing with myself. Frustrated with my cerebration, I let my cock win. I let my hired man and natural language replay her taste and feel and saw her in my mind. I stroked my cock, cumming to thought process of my stepsister.


matter were n't any clearer the future good morning. Every fourth dimension I saw Alexis, I thought of the night before and what else I wanted.
Alexis seemed to know how I felt. She made certain I noticed her in her cutoff short pants and White tank top. Every chance she could, she would crouch over or lean forward. She made sure to brush me whenever we passed.
That good afternoon, I borrowed the car and went to the store to see my dad and clear my head. It did n't work.
I faked my way through dinner and managed enough thought to help Dad ferment on his car.
I lay in bed that Night, simultaneously hoping to see a smash and hoping I would n't. I tried reading, writing and listening to music. Nothing I did could distract me.
Around one in the sunup, I got up and went to my half sister 's room to clear 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 palely lit room.
"Alexis, we need to speak,"I said, closing the door and pausing as my middle adjusted.
"About what,"she asked, feigning innocence.
"About death night,"I said, seeing her clearly as my eyes adjusted.
She lay on her stomach with her head toward the door. Her wooden leg were bent, bringing her baffle ankle above a firm, round ass clad in black lace panty. She propped up higher on her articulatio cubiti, giving me a look at her firm, perky nipple and the bra that matched her panties.
"Did n't you like last Nox,"she asked teasingly, twirling a lock of tomentum in her fingers.
"Not as very much as you did,"I replied. Any thought of ending matter flew from my psyche as my hammer stiffened. I started toward the bed.
"I was starting to mean you were n't going to come 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 cerebrate so,"she said breathlessly as our lips met.
We kissed each early fiercely. Our mouth and tongues dancing together. I touched the bare peel of her thighs, her vertebral column and her stomach. My finger's breadth trailed along the edges of her bra and pantie, teasing us both.
I moved my deal between her legs and slid it up to her panties. I traced a finger on the fabric above her pussy then, pressed. She drew in a sharp breath, letting it out in a suspire. I felt the material dampen and my cock jumped.
Alexis put her deal on my bulge and began to rub. She pressed and so did I. We sighed together as we kissed.
I slipped my handwriting down her scanty, taking my clip. I felt no hair and grew more excited to see. I slid my finger between her lips and into her warm, slippery wetness.
I rubbed her gently, unhooking her bra with me free handwriting. 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 soundbox. I kissed from her neck to her nipples, pausing to bat and wet-nurse them before continuing down her stomach.
I pulled her scanty off and crawled between her legs. I looked at her pretty, bald pussycat for a moment before slipping my tongue between her lips.
I licked deeper and deeper, savoring the taste of her arousal. She moaned as I licked her lilliputian pink clit and pushed my natural language into her hole.
I pulled back and slid my dungaree off. I kissed her cunt gently and climbed upward.
"Jackson, we ca n't,"she said, feeling my tool skin senses her pussy.
"Yes we can,"I replied, kissing her. She kissed me back, licking her predilection 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 be intimate my sister rose in my creative thinker. The mischievousness of the Holy Scripture made me hornier.
"Thomas J. Jackson no,"her mouth said while she moved her pelvic arch, letting my rooster slick into her kitty.
I thrust into her slow, savoring the feel of her tight, wet pussy. She moaned, urging me on with her pleasure. Her hips rocked, pulling me inscrutable.
"You feel so just,"she said as my cock touched seat.
I began thrusting longer and harder, pulling all the way back and slamming it in. Her tits bounced and she moaned with every knife thrust. I began to roll in the hay her faster and harder as my brain repeated"I 'm fucking my sister"over and over.
"ass 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 hard and deep inside her. My prick began to throb, pumping more and more cum into her puss.
Our orgasms subsided. I pulled my prick out and lay next to her. She lay on my chest as we caught our breathing time.
"Jesse Louis Jackson, that was amazing,"Alexis said after a few minutes.
"It certain was,"I agreed, hugging her."I just hope our parents did n't see,"I added, thinking about it for the outset 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 footfall brother,"she said, looking up at me."They fell in love and lived as married man and married woman until he died. My mom knew it could take place 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 twine my drumhead around it.
"It turned me on,"Alexis answered sleepily."We better get some rest. My mom has design for the ‘ happy couple'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 question. In fact, the entirely affair I was sure of as I fell asleep was that it was trade good to finally be abode .