Marie and her brother, Randall walked along their father’s property, their feet crunching through the previous day’s snow. The snow had stopped by mid-morning, the day had melted the surface, and the night had frozen it over to produce a mirror-like reflection of the sun. Marie had wished she’d spent the night here last night, in their father’s old house. The way the full moon reflected off of the ice made it look like daylight. Less harshly, she thought, as she squinted her eyes against the current glare.
They were here, taking a last look at the place. Their father had died in the fall, their mother passing when they were children, and they’d just sold the place. The keys were being handed over next week. Neither of them lived nearby anymore, so there was no sense in holding onto the place. Besides, both of them had recently gone through their divorces, so the money could be used to pay their legal bills. Pay off that bitch he married, Marie thought. She had made out alright in her settlement, but Randall’s wife had cleaned him out. She’d likely get a chunk of this place, too, which made Marie sad. That her family should pay for Randall’s mistake in marrying the woman. Not that Marie had chosen well, either. Both of them were thirty-five, young enough to bounce back. Irish Twins. They would be the same age until May, when Randall turned thirty-six. Their parents wasted no time in making her after they had him.
They walked in silence, save for the crunching of the snow, and their breathing. As they neared the treeline of the wooded area next to their property, Randall finally spoke. “Think that old shack is in there?” He smiled at the memory. “The one Uncle Bill used to make syrup in?”
Marie smiled. “Maybe. It was kinda old when we used to hide out in it though, wasn’t it?” Their uncle had tapped the maple trees each year as the winter faded, and would make syrup for the entire family, and friends. “Remember when we used to drink all the sap from the buckets, and he’d get so mad at us?” She laughed, and Randall joined in.
“Yeah, I remember.” He mockingly rubbed his butt. “I remember the belt, too. ‘That’s for everyone, not just you!’ Man, that old man could swing!”
Despite the lack of leaves on the trees, they provided enough shade so that the glare was non-existent there. Both siblings rubbed their eyes, then laughed as they caught each other doing it. “Jinx,” they both said, then did so again before letting it go. “Where is it? Do you remember? I wonder if it’s still here,” Marie said.
They both walked on for a while. Any paths that had been there had long since disappeared, reclaimed by nature. After ten minutes of wandering around, Randall tapped Marie’s shoulder. “There it is,” he said, and pointed. She looked. Indeed, it was there, some hundred feet or so away. They both went toward it.
The shack looked like the subject of a miracle. That a storm hadn’t taken it down already was beyond their reckoning. Randall smacked the outer wall. Still solid. The door wasn’t, though. It had fallen off of its hinges who knew how long ago, and lay on the ground outside of the shack. He had gone inside, and Marie followed.
The steel bathtub their uncle had used to boil the sap into syrup was still there, as was the back seat of an old station wagon. Rather, the frame and springs, were. The upholstery and foam padding had long since rotted away. The tree stumps their uncle had brought in were still there, and seemed to have held up well. Marie smiled as the memories flooded back to her, when she and Randall would sit on the car seat while their father and uncle sat on the stumps, and listened to the men weave tall tales and silly bullshit. After a moment, other memories came back. Ones she hadn’t thought of in years, from when she and Randall were much younger and would sneak out to the shack to explore each other. “Randall,” she said softly. “Do… do you remember… when we’d come out here?”
Randall nodded. He remembered. “Yeah.”
It was curious exploration for a while. After some months, both became bold. They’d lost their virginity to each other, and every weekend, they would sneak out to the shack to repeat what they had learned. They had carried on for over a year before almost getting caught made them stop. Randall had tried to rekindle what they’d had until he’d gotten a girlfriend some time later, but Marie was put off of the idea permanently. Or so she thought.
Randall stared at the tub, lost in his own memories. Marie looked at him. He had grown into a handsome man. He had a strong jaw, his most prominent feature, and short black hair shot through with grey. It was a little out of style, but it seemed to suit him. He had green eyes, like their father. He was tall, just a shade over six feet, and moderately in shape. Marie looked more like their mother. Short, just over five feet tall, and had her long and curly light brown hair. Alternately, she had her mother’s brown eyes.
Marie hadn’t had sex since long before her divorce. She and her husband had spent their last married year in separate bedrooms. She couldn’t even remember the last time that she’d masturbated. She’d never had a reason to. However, at that moment and despite the temperature hovering around freezing, she found herself getting warm.
Randall seemed to come out of his reverie, and looked at Marie. His eyes roamed over her for a few moments, and then he met her eyes. She could see the hunger in them, the same that was there over twenty years ago. “Marie?” It was a single word… her name. He opened his mouth to say more, but couldn’t find the words.
Marie nodded. She didn’t need to hear what else he was going to say. She wanted it, too. “Yes. Oh fuck, Rand. Yes!” She grabbed onto the collar of his coat, and brought him down to kiss him. It had been two decades they had kissed in such a way. Their arms went around each other, clinging tightly to each others clothing as though no time had passed.
Randall pulled away from his sister, and quickly removed his coat. Once Marie saw what he was doing, she did the same. He lay his coat over one of the stumps, proving a bit of padding, as well as a clean spot, and then unbuckled his belt. Marie dropped her coat to the floor, and sat on the stump. As soon as Randall’s trousers were opened, she yanked his underwear down, and took his cock into her mouth.
Randall hissed as he looked down to watch his sister make his cock disappear. Time had given her skills that he did not remember. He grabbed her head, simply to have more contact with her, rather than to guide her actions. After a moment, he closed his eyes to simply focus on the sensations her mouth was giving him. When she gagged a bit, and slurped loudly, his hands made fists in her hair, and he held her tightly against him for a moment. When she gagged again, he allowed her to pull back. He’d never had a blowjob like the one his sister was giving him before. He hoped it wouldn’t be the last.
Marie took hold of Randall’s sac, and gently tugged and massaged it. Her other hand went to his ass, and she clutched at it tightly as if to prevent him from escaping. When he held her against him, making her gag, she felt a sense of satisfaction. This is what she had missed in her marriage… control. She would give up all of her control to her brother, if he wanted it. When he started to thrust into her mouth, she smiled for a moment around his cock, then moved her hands to his thighs and held tightly.
Soon enough, Randall pulled from her mouth. She looked at the thick string of saliva that still connected them, and then up to his eyes. He stroked himself, finally breaking that string, and pointed down at her legs. “You’re overdressed,” he said. Marie stood immediately, and pushed her jeans and panties down. Not having been with a man in some time, she’d had no reason to groom her hair. She had a natural bush that made Randall groan appreciatively when he saw it. She took a moment to awkwardly remove her boots before completely removing her jeans and panties.
Randall took his sister’s shoulders, and turned her before making her kneel on his coat. He knelt behind her, and leaned in to kiss her downy slit. He parted the hair, preparatory to licking her, and Marie shook her head. “Jesus,” she uttered hoarsely. “Just fuck me!”
Randall snorted in amusement, but would not turn down the order. He stood, and ran his hand over her. She was certainly wet enough. He guided his cock to her, and eased himself inside of her. Both of them let out moans, hers high, and his low. He fucked her slowly, but it was not long before Marie was throwing herself back against her brother, wanting him fast and hard.
Taking hold of his sister’s hips, Randall followed suit, and started to fuck her hard. She had a need for it, and so did he. Marie reached down with her right hand to rub herself, using her other hand to keep herself steady. Both siblings were breathing heavily, exhaling clouds of vapour.
Marie could feel the pressure building up inside of herself. Her moans rose higher in pitch, and she muttered incoherently for a few moments before suddenly crying out. She moved her hand back to the stump, and pressed her forehead against it as she had an orgasm.
Randall kept fucking his sister throughout her orgasm, and after she came back down from it, he withdrew from her. He grabbed her and forced her to a sitting position on the stump, and knelt before her. He took a moment to lift her sweater and suck at each nipple, giving himself a moment to recover so that he could last a little longer. Marie cradled his head as he suckled, and then pulled him up for another kiss.
He returned her kiss with a fervor, and pulled back after a few moments. He pulled at her hips so that her ass was perched on the edge of the stump, then reached down to guide himself back into her. Once he resumed fucking her, he leaned forward again and kissed her.
Marie once more reached down to rub herself. Her husband had never given her two orgasms, but she was determined that her brother would, even if she cheated by helping him. The taboo knowledge that it was her brother pushing her back toward climax certainly helped, and within moments, she reached another peak.
Randall slowed his thrusts, and spoke rapidly to her, almost sounding panicked. “Fuck, Marie… tell me you’re on the pill. Jesus… I’m gonna…”
Marie shook her head. “I’m not.” Randall was about to pull out of her, but she wanted him. All of him. She closed her thighs around him, and crossed her legs behind his back to hold him inside of her. She gasped as he cried out, feeling him swell and jerk about inside of her, and felt the heat of his seed pump into her. She reached up with both hands to cradle his face as he jerked occasionally, and she tightened her muscles to milk him.
After a few moments, he was spent, and she finally let him go. Randall slipped from her, and then stood up. He stared down at her, panting for breath, and finally shook his head. “Jesus, Marie! I was gonna pull out! What if…” He wouldn’t give voice to his fear, instead pointing at her belly.
Marie clasped her hands over her belly. “It won’t. Trust me.” She had no reason to believe, but she knew that nothing would happen. Or so she hoped.
Randall, pulled up his trousers, and again shook his head. He looked upset, but not angry. “It better fucking not. Jesus…” He went outside, feeling guilty and suddenly modest, wanting to give his sister a moment to get dressed.
Marie reached down, feeling her brother’s cum leaking from her, and smiled. All of these wasted years. He might be pissed, but he’d get over it. She stood, and got dressed. When she went out to him, she took his coat, and handed it over. “You’re going to have to have it cleaned.” She smiled as she teased him.
Randall took the coat, frowned, and held it over his arm rather than put it back on. “Come on. Let’s get back. We gotta meet the lawyer, and get to the bank.” He looked annoyed, but it was more to chastise his sister, than out of any real anger. In fact, he held out his hand to her.
They walked back to their cars in silence, both thinking about what had just happened, how they’d deal with it, and even how they’d do it again.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/85c3ks/the_old_shack_incest_brothersister