Part 2.
We worked out how to hide the bed and frame, yet make it accessible, so we could set it up and take it down in a few minutes. After that, we realized we didn’t need to worry about it, Hank will need a place to sleep so I asked if it would be OK for Hank to sleep on this old bed we found while cleaning out the basement. Dad said that worked for him so, it was good. Then we got some really exciting news. Hank had decided to cut some classes and would be home the night before Turkey Day and, as it was on a Thursday, he was staying the weekend, won’t be going back to college until the Tuesday. Basically, he was going to be home for a five day long weekend. At last, it was all set, and Hank arrived home, precisely when he said he would.
The day passed and we surprised Hank by making up the old king sized bed in the basement, for him. We got a couple of blankets as it was still likely to get a little chilly there for him, and everything was set. The first night was cool, calm, collected, and Hank’s balls were in an uproar over Valeria. Did I tell you how sexy she is? Every opportunity I got, I put them together, even Dad looked at me rather funny on occasion. Perhaps I was being too obvious. I rationalized it like, these are two good people and they could be good for each other.
The next day, typically, everyone over ate, and we were going to be having turkey leftovers for days. Valeria had been flirting with Hank all day, subtly, but Mom picked up on it and gave us both the look. Next day it was quite cold, but even then Valeria, all rugged up, still looked beautiful. Mom and Dad went to work, Valeria and I went to school, but, being Friday, we could cut the after lunch lessons, so we did and went home early.
All the way home, I felt my excitement levels rising, my stomach was turning flip-flops at the thought of finally fucking my brother. Anticipation at what was about to happen was increasing when we turned into the driveway. How I got home in one piece, I’ll never know, but Valeria had warned me to take it easy, be quiet and surprise him.
We crept into the house, thinking he would be in the lounge or kitchen, but there was nothing, no kitchen noises, no TV, nothing. We looked at each other and said “Basement,” together. I opened the door to the basement quietly, and we quietly crept down the stairs. The bed had been set up at the far end of the basement, on the other side of the central supporting wall. Even there though, we could hear the noises of the bed going, the moans and cries of copulation. I knew it, and was shocked that our carefully laid plans were thwarted by my thoughtless and damned inconsiderate brother! I recognized that voice! He was fucking Jane Asherwood – AGAIN!
Valeria had this huge grin which was wiped when she saw my face. She took me into her arms and held me, kissing my cheek, gently, holding me, letting me feel her heart pumping. Then she whispered, “Oh this is not how we wanted it, but do you still want to go ahead?”
I shook my head, as tears rolled down my cheeks. “So let us interrupt them, then. Quickly, wipe your eyes and do not let them see you been crying,” she whispered. Taking my hand she took me down the rest of the stairs, then carefully through the basement and as the action on the bed got to a more frenzied state, we stepped around the wall and had an eyeful of Hank, and Jane. He was on top, with her legs in the crook of his elbows, her ass in the air, him pounding away on her pelvis. We could see his cock pistoning in and out of her. It was something surreal, watching, listening, smelling – all that was missing was tasting and touching.
They weren’t paying any attention to what was going on behind them, until, at Valeria’s prompting, I said, “What? Again?” The effect was immediate.
Hank jumped, I mean jumped three foot in the air, I thought he was going to hit his head on the ceiling of the basement. Jane seemed to levitate into an upright position, as her ass came down her head came up and she pivoted mid-waist and looked shocked. Wow, I hadn’t noticed how attractive she is, the motion of her boobs was really eye-catching. And Hank, sitting up with his dick fully erect, damn, it was bigger than I remembered! Oh yeah, I want that dick in me!
“Hank!” Jane started, “You promised-”
“What?” Hank said, clueless, as usual, but really cute, and his dick was going down.
“Sorry,” Valeria said, “This is my fault, I wanted to come home and spend more time with Hank. I didn’t realize he had a girlfriend.”
“He doesn’t,” Jane said, “I’m not his girlfriend!”
Now it was my turn, “What?” clueless, as usual.
“Never have been, but he is the best lover I have ever had!” Jane said to me, “That’s the only reason I keep coming back! He has a big dick and he knows how to use it!”
“What? I-” Hank started.
“Shutup,” Jane and I said at the same time. Jane looked at me and said, “I know you never knew.”
“Jane-” I said, “Look-” I stopped.
Valeria took up the thread, “What our friend here is trying to say is that she has been a real bitch to you,” I was startled, “But she is really sorry, she told me this, to both of them-you.” Jane looked at Valeria, “OK, but who are you? Oh the study student. Spanish.” Upon which she spoke a few lines of Spanish. I didn’t understand a word of it, except I heard Donna mentioned a couple of times and Valeria broke into a huge grin. She replied in Spanish, and Jane spoke, then a surprised Valeria spoke. I can’t speak a word of Spanish, and eventually said, “Hey, wait up-”
“Please, Donna,” Valeria said, “Jane was saying that Hank is a talented lover-”
“I am?” Hank butted in, to which we all glared at him. “Yes, now be quiet like a good boy,” Valeria instructed. “Jane is saying that she was really angry that you interrupted them that time, but if you had waited a bit, you might have learned something. Just like today, she said.”
“Oh? And what would that have been?”
“Shit! I thought you were supposed to be smart? Can’t you figure it out for yourself?” Jane said.
“Figure what out?” I said, with more than a little exasperation.
Valeria looked at Jane and Jane looked at Valeria, “Look at her,” Valeria said, “What do you see?”
So I looked, I saw a dark haired girl, naked, lovely breasts, by the way, about my height, my coloring, same colored eyes. “Jane – naked and almost well fucked, but Jane.”
“Jesus, what it is with you? Do you need a roadmap?” Jane asked.
“What do you want? What do you want me to see?”
“Looked in a fucking mirror lately?” Jane asked. “Every time he fucks me he always says, ‘Donna, I’m cumming, cumming in your big wet cunt, Donna.’ To which I reply something like ‘Fuck me Bro, cum in my hot box!'”
I was stunned! “Yes,” Jane said, “He uses me as a stand in for you.” The penny dropped.
“What-” I started
“The first time it just slipped out, but I liked the idea. I am not sure he realized he had let it slip, but the next time we had sex I teased him, play time, like I was you, asking him if he wanted to fuck his cute little sister. That was some really hot sex, believe me. And ever since then, whenever we get together, I just cum and keep cumming on that role play.”
“Hank?”
“Yep, and I love the kinky sex, the kinkier the better. The idea of a guy fucking his own sister, what a turn on that is. Shit my nipples are getting hard just thinking about it.” I didn’t say anything but my nipples had hardened up at her ‘Donna, I’m cumming..’
All of us looked at Hank, who was seriously blushing. You could see he was really uncomfortable and was about to explode into a raging anger. While Jane hadn’t bothered to cover herself, Hank had pulled a sheet over himself.
“Before you go and get all macho angry and shit,” I said, “I am just going to say that if you keep your cool, play your cards right, you might even get a head job or a fuck, before the end of this little drama.”
“Donna-” he started with that male tone of threat when he is cornered and has nowhere to go.
“Not yet, Hunk, let us finish with this first. Please!” I pleaded. There, I was telling him what I was thinking, and if he was quick enough, he would back off. He did.
“OK, so you go along with this then?” I said to Jane.
“Oh yeah! It’s a turn on for me. If I had a brother, I think I would have fucked him, but I have two sisters.”
Valeria was all quiet until then, “Do you fuck your sisters?”
“I would, they are both beautiful, but not for a while yet, there’s six years between me and my next eldest, and the youngest hasn’t even started her periods yet. Does that make me a sick puppy you think?”
Valeria moved towards Jane, and started taking off her jacket, “I think we are a little overdressed for this party, Donna.”
I looked straight at Hank, “Perhaps, but that depends on who wants to undress me.”
Valeria leaned in and kissed Jane, and reach up to touch Jane’s nipple. “Oh yes, nice and hard already,” Jane responded well, “Nice, care to join me?” At this point I tuned Jane and Valeria out, just kept my attention on Hank.
Hank was stunned at this turn of events. He just sat there, sheet over his lap, and it started moving, forming a tent.
“Well?” I asked, “You just going to sit there?”
He looked at me, moved to sit on the side of the bed, opened his arms and said, “Come and sit with me.”
I stepped around the bed and sat alongside him, “I- I-” Here I was, at the point of fulfilling my most hidden desires, and I just couldn’t say anything. Hank took my chin, turned my face to his, and gently kissed me.
“I really love you Donna,” he said, “I have always really loved you. I have wanted to tell you, to show you so many times over the last few years. It really hurt to have to leave you to go away to college.”
Then he kissed me. I felt my whole body go into an electric shock, from my lips to my vagina, the thrill shot through me.
“Oh Hank!” I said, gladly listening to him saying what I really wanted to hear, “I love you too, and I want you. I mean, I have never wanted anyone else.”
“No-one?”
“No, no-one. I want to give you what no-one else has ever had.” I kissed him, passionately. “Love me, like I want you to!”
I felt his hands on me, then on my bare flesh as he undressed me. They were different than Valeria’s, larger, stronger, the skin of his hands harder, a little rougher, but he really tried to be as soft and as gentle as he could. We felt the movements of the bed as Jane and Valeria were making love, but their presence didn’t really intrude, unless and arm or a leg got in the way.
I felt someone’s hand between my legs, and it wasn’t Hank’s, but I didn’t care. It moved as Hank kissed his way down my body, finally settling on my vagina with his tongue. I was in heaven. I mean, Valeria has shown me what oral sex was about, but the feel of a man’s tongue, his strong chin and short, slightly prickly, stubble on my thighs and my ass, well that was just ecstacy. Hank gently assualted my vagina and then stopped, his movement surprised, “Fuck! A hymen?” he said.
I felt all movement stop, “Yes, a hymen, I am a virgin Hank. And I want you to take my cherry!”
Jane, gently said, “I thought so. Can I see it?” Perhaps a little insensitively. Valeria had already seen it, but both Hank and Jane had a stare, and Jane started licking me. That was a surprise, I must admit. She was different than Valeria, but still it was enjoyable.
“Don’t get greedy,” Hank told her. “You got your own, now, if you don’t mind.”
Jane lifted her head and said, “Never tasted a virgin before, seemed like a good time to get some practice.” Then went back to pleasuring me. In the mean time, Valeria swooped on Hank, his cock disappearing into her mouth like a child with a freeze-pop. Hank didn’t seem to mind a bit. Jane’s technique was a little different than Valeria’s but I was already highly keyed up so it wasn’t long before I felt that newly familiar feeling of surging in the pit of my stomach. Damn, Jane is good, I don’t think I deserve this kind of attention from her though.
Jane lifted her head, after a few minutes of her delicious tongue, and looked over at Valeria sucking Hank’s tool, well, weapon then. Now it was so close, and I knew where its next destination was, it looked shit loads larger than it did before. She came up my body and kissed me, “You’re gonna love this next bit, now I think.” Jane said, then loud enough for everyone to hear, “I really want to watch your brother take your cherry, Donna!”
Valeria took her mouth off Hank’s cock, and said, “Ooohh I want to finish this at some point! Nice tasty dick!”
Moving around on the bed, Jane fell into Valeria’s arms, to which I felt a twinge of jealousy, but then realized I wasn’t sure of which one of them I was being jealous about. Am I so fucking selfish? Then Hank came to me, filled my vision, and that cock, big and hard, it seemed to swell as it got closer. Hank kissed me, deeply, to which I returned as he lay me back down, onto my back. I felt his engorged tool on my stomach and I think it was his balls on my pudenda.
“No,” someone said, “Doggie, I want to watch you enter her.” It had to be Jane, she was so keen to watch this.
I knew what she was asking, so as Hank moved off me, I turned over then brought my knees up to get on all fours. I spead my knees to open myself up for him, when I felt his fingers running up and down my already extremely wet quim. I felt Hank moving around, getting between my legs, positioning himself, then his cock jabbed at me. It had to be his cock as both his hands were on my hips. “Come down a bit,” he said, hoarsely, reflecting the level of excitement he already felt.
I spread my knees a little more and felt his cock stab at me again, but still not quite in the right place. “Here let me,” said Jane and I felt Hank’s dick wipe along my labia lips, down then up, then to touch on my asshole, “Another time, perhaps,” Jane said as she wiped his cock down again where it seemed to just slip into my previously unused vaginal opening. “Here.” I jumped a little, fuck it was huge, filled me up and as it slid in a little more it hit the hymen where I felt a twinge of pain mingled with a serious feeling of pleasure and fulfillment. And that was just his fucking knob!
Hank couldn’t get any further and my reflex made me jump forward a little, away from the source of potential pain. “It’s OK, Donna,” said Hank, “I am gonna hold your hips and push in quickly.”
“Oh yeah, just do it, fuck me, bro, fuck my virgin cunt! Break my-” FUCK! His cock plunged into me, rippping through my hymen causing me a real stinging sensation, then my love canal felt it was being stretched beyond limit, opening places in me that I never knew existed. I grunted my pain and squealed at the sensation of being so stretched, all in the space of milliseconds. I felt his cock inside me, and it was a real mixture of agony and ecstacy. The exquisite pain of being entered for the first time, and the ecstacy of being entered for the first time. I cannot describe it any other way, but I knew I didn’t want him to stop, or pull out. I felt his cock pulling out a little way, then I cried, “No, put it back in!”
“I am,” Hank said, then he plunged into me again, only this time it was deeper, stretching more of me, opening me. While it wasn’t as painful as his first thrust, it still hurt. Then I realized he was being as gentle as he could, pushing into me, then pulling back to push in even deeper, opening me even further. Each time he pulled out he then pushed in a little deeper until I could feel his wiry pubic hairs on the cheeks of my ass. Then he pulled out again, to push in again, where the slap of his lower belly hard on my ass indicated he was in as deep as he could get. Believe me, that was as deep as I wanted him to get, it felt like I was being opened up from crutch to ribs. He pounded on something that just gave me a real thrill of pleasure every time he hit it, my cervix opening I later learned it was. It really felt like I had a melon in me! What made me think of that? I had nothing to compare it to, nothing at all. All I knew was that something not quite foreign had invaded me and was pumping in and out of me, making me feel something indescribably pleasurable. I really couldn’t believe that I had actually denied myself this pleasure until now. What an self-absorbed, idiot adolescent I had been.
“You are so fucking tight, Donna!” “You are so fucking big inside me!” and”I am really fucking you, Donna” “Fuck me! Fuck me!” and “I love you so much Donna” “Fuck me! Fuck me!” and “Donna, I am gonna cum, I am gunna shoot my hot juice into you.” “Fuck me! Fuck me!” I am gonna fill your hot box right up Donna,” Hank was saying over and over, then he cried, “I am gonna cum NOW RIGHT NOW!!” He gasped and moaned and I felt it. All of a sudden, I felt Hank’s cock pulse a little, filling me with something hot and slippery, his cum, his semen, his seed, his love juice, inside me. At that moment I felt so complete, I knew this was what I wanted, Hank’s cum.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved what I did with Valeria, and this wasn’t going to supplant her at all. I was really thrilled by what Jane did to me, too. But it was Hank that I wanted more than anything. I knew that now and it was, I am sure, what I wanted for as long as he would give it to me, whenever he would give it to me, however he wanted to give it to me. His cock, in me. I also knew in that moment we would have other lovers, that there would be, for me, other cocks, larger perhaps, but more likely smaller, but none would ever match Hank’s.
I was feeling all of this, in the moments of bliss after Hank had fallen out of me. I knew there was a mixture of my blood and juices with Hank’s semen dripping from me. I didn’t move, I just stayed there on my hands and knees in some sort of fugue or shock and what I had just done. Shortly, I felt soft hands and a warm, damp cloth wiping my nether regions, followed by a gentle, soft towelling of me. I felt hands urging me to move, lips on various parts of my body, my shoulders, my back, my neck, my face and lips. I felt two mouths, one on each nipple, suckling me, sending me higher and higher into delight. A soft and gentle hand massaged my mons, stimulating my clit, spreading my labia and occasionally dipping a finger into my newly opened vagina. I then surged with a sweep of hormones passing through me, forcing me to spasm, then relax and spasm again as I came.
I felt Hank kissing me, his skin harder, his lips more demanding than Valeria’s or Jane’s. I felt his arms around me, a leg draped across my thighs and the sounds and movements of Jane and Valeria loving each other. I slowly roused from my stupor and connected again to the world around me. I have no idea how long I was off with the sexual fairies, but I really felt a lot better, a lot more relaxed than I had been for a long, long time.
I kissed Hank back and said, “That was wonderful, anytime you want to do that, let me know.”
Hank kissed me and cupped my boob saying, “Anytime you want me to, tell me, and I will love you like I have always wanted to.”
“Deal,” I said, “But for now, I think I have some apologizing to do.” Looking at Jane.
“Mmm, OK, enjoy her.”
“You can keep Valeria occupied, can’t you?”
“Sure will.” I tapped Valeria on the back and indicated a swap. She just leapt onto Hank, while I moved closer to Jane. I kissed her, and held her, touched her breasts and said, “I really am sorry for being such a bitch.”
“Ok, but I can’t accept an apology,” she paused, “At least, not without some recompense.”
“Oh? Recompense?”
“Yes, and the penalty for you should be that you have to make me cum once for every time you had a bad thought or word about me.” She smiled.
“Jesus,” I said a little surprised, “That is likely to take years!”
“Yes, it will,” her grin widening. It matched mine.
“Ok, promise. Well, no time like the present for getting started.” So I did, and for the first time, I tasted someone other than Valeria. She was different, her labia was different when it was all excited, her juices rolled over my tongue and lips and jaw differently. I licked her clit, felt it expanding and swelling and plunged my tongue into her love hole. I used every tongue, lip and mouth trick I had learned with Valeria and was eventually rewarded with Jane pumping her hips into my mouth, then moaning her orgasm. I had loved another woman, and I had made her cum.
Hank had his fill, he shagged all three of us, like the serious stud he was. He cum in me twice that day, once later, after Mom and Dad were in bed and I snuck down to the basement. It was better the second time, and for the rest of his time home, until he had to return to college, we must have made love twice a day, at least. It just got better every time.
Christmas came, and Hank surprised everyone when he came home and told us he didn’t want to go back. His grades were falling and he was seriously missing all of us. Hank enrolled at City U, and made the Dean’s List at the end of his first year. Mom was suspicious about his motives, but Hank assured Mom that Jane had nothing to do with his decision, well she didn’t, it was me.
Hank and I had sex every opportunity we got. Valeria joined us many, many times. I kept my promise to Jane and made her cum, many, many times too. The school year ended and Valeria had to leave. It was such a sad parting, but we promised to keep in contact, and we did, we still do. She is married now, but we get together when she is here or we can meet in Europe somewhere. Her husband is a real super stud, Antonio Banderas type, handsome and sexy, nice dick too. Jane married a guy and is living on the West Coast, but tries to get home a couple of times a year, where I still keep my promise when possible.
Three things happened, I had a day off from City U Mom caught me with Jane. She didn’t say much, and when I explained to her that I was a switch hitter, she hugged me, told me she loved me, and I should never be ashamed of being who I was. The second was when Mom asked me point blank if Hank and I were in a sexual relationship. She knew. I don’t know how she knew, but she knew. She explained that it was the new mattress Hank bought when he got a job flipping burgers to help support himself. He had Valeria when she was still with us, which I think the whole house figured that one out, didn’t bring girls home, except for Jane, and the yet she smelt strong aroma of sex occasionally when she knew Jane had not been visiting, so, it had to be me.
I said nothing, but Mom leaned forward and kissed me, and I mean kissed me. She told me that it was OK, but we would have to be more discreet, make sure Dad never found out. She then told me that my uncle Ken and she were at it like rabbits when younger. Incest must run in families. It only ended when Ken was killed in a car crash, just after she met Dad. Likely they would otherwise still be at it. I mean my Mom was saying it was okay to have sex with my brother. She showed me his photos, being pre-digital, and he was a real hunk, I might have fucked him too if he was still alive. We cried together, and Mom kissed me again.
The third thing was perhaps the most unexpected. I knew Jane was coming over one day, Hank was working, Dad was away, and Mom was going to be out. I had a lecture to go to, but I knew it was going to be boring, so skipped it. I got home early, unexpectedly, and Jane’s new car was parked at the front of the house. Mom’s car was in the drive. I went inside, and was immediately struck by the quiet in the house. Then I knew, I crept upstairs and sure enough, Mom and Jane were naked, on her bed, gasping, pleasuring each other. I was stunned.
That was when it went all weird. Jane saw me, but just kept going. The additional kink of fucking my Mom while I was watching was really up her alley, so to speak. Then Mom became aware of me. She jumped, but Jane held her, tight and asked if I would like to join them. I looked at Mom, and she at me, and I nodded, “Yes, for sure, but only if Mom says it’s OK?” Mom held her hand out to me, pulled me closer and kissed me.
“I didn’t know you were into women, Mom.”
“I wasn’t, but you woke something inside me that I couldn’t ignore any more.”
So we all made love. Mom, Jane and me. I must admit, I had some seriously wonderful orgasms that afternoon. I asked Mom later if she wanted to join Hank and me, but she shook her head. “No, darling, might make your father jealous.” It might have been nice, but never happened. Mom and I didn’t have sex often, and it petered out after a while, but it didn’t matter. Dad was a little suspicious as Mom started working “overtime” and odd hours. They started arguing, then one night they didn’t argue. They went out and came home in the early morning light. They nearly caught me coming out of the basement, as Hank didn’t bother to move back into his room. After that, it was life as normal, but they sure went out to very late nights, regularly.
Graduation did happen, a year after Hank graduated, I did too, we both got work in the city. Hank and I moved into an apartment, where we were able to live together, sleeping in both beds, sharing whenever there was no other person around, and Jane didn’t care which room she was in. Valeria joined us when she came to town, we entertained other lovers there, but never shared anyone but Jane or Valeria. Our apartment was a real sex haven at times, but none of the people we had there reached the same level of intimacy we had with Jane or Valeria, or we had with each other.
I found this lovely young woman at work, Sally. A definitely straight woman whom I thought would be a perfect match for Hank. I introduced them and later, made it clear to Hank that she was likely the one he should marry. After a while, he did, and I grew to love her like a sister. Sally was beautiful, sexy, and a great companion. I never felt she would take Hank away from me, and she didn’t. She may have suspected about Hank and I, given some of our conversations, but never said anything, and has given me two wonderful nephews. I never felt that I posed a threat to Sally, either. Sally has often said how grateful she was that I introduced them, Hank is such a great lover, and a real stud. Well, I knew, but from some of our conversations, I worked out that he would have me, pumping his wonderful cum into me, then go home, and do exactly the same to Sally. She made me wish that she was bi- so I could lick his tasty cum out of her. Maybe she didn’t have any suspicions, and was a little jealous of the obvious closeness between Hank and myself. Perhaps she was doing this to make me feel envious, but I wasn’t, ever. It didn’t matter to me, and I sometimes told her that Hank was lucky to have such a beautiful and loving person as his wife and I was lucky to have her as a sister-in-law.
I married a nice guy, who turned out to be a real drop kick. A disaster that took a number of years to unfold. I had a daughter, Jo, but I am not real sure who her father was, doesn’t matter, she is beautiful and we all love her.
And that is about it. Hank and I still fuck up a storm when we can get together, fairly often. I have other lovers, male and female, when time and discretion and circumstance permit, but am not interested in another husband. I do want another child, so am being careful to pick the right father. I mean, Jo is lovely, bright and all that, but I don’t want the stress I had about it going wrong if Hank is the father, like I had with Jo. So far though, I haven’t picked him, but soon I think, perhaps if Valeria comes to town with her husband at the right time. Whenever I have someone else, though, I always have this lingering after feeling that I wish it was Hank that I had just spread my legs for, that it was his hot cum inside me. At times this makes me sad, but at other times I am filled with happiness and joyful expectations for the next time Hank cums in me.
And all of this because we took a Spanish study tour student in for a year. She made me realize who I was, what I was and what I could do.
I love her so.
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