My sister and I share a bed (PART 2) [M/F] [Incest]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v6ncfz/my_sister_and_i_share_a_bed_mf_incest/)

I took my sister by her slender but strong shoulders and shook her gently. She was splayed out on her back in an undignified pose, her hair a golden halo around her head and my cum drying on her flat, toned stomach. Her eyes fluttered and she groggily cracked one open.

“No more,” she said. “I can’t…”

“It’s morning,” I said. “Mum said she wanted us up by six.”

Her eyes shot open and she launched upright, boobs jiggling. “What the hell Jack?” She looked at the sunlight filtering through the curtains to confirm I wasn’t lying. “You kept me up all night.”

“Me?”, I said. “That’s not how I remember it.”

She faced off with me, both of us naked. She was tall, but I was taller. Her figure stirred my cock but not even that was enough to raise it, it was so drained. “You started it!”

I threw my arms up. “Really? That’s what you’re going with? Are we in kindergarten?”

“Screw you!”

“You already did!”

She shoved me, forcing me a half step back but no more. I moved to retaliate like we always did when we squabbled, but something stopped me. Instead of a slightly more forceful return push, I grabbed her by the chin and pulled her in for a ferocious yet brief kiss. I pulled away, leaving her with a frazzled and dazed expression on her cute face. She softly touched her lips and lowered a shaking hand, blushing.

“What was that for?” She asked quietly.

I shrugged. “I just felt like it.”

She shook her head, sending her hair into a blonde cloud. “Nevermind, whatever. We have to get dressed and clean this up.” She indicated at the sheets, sodden with sweat and more intimate bodily fluids. I tore them off quickly and rolled them up into a pile.

“Leave that to housecleaning,” I said. “Let’s shower and get dressed.”

She skipped towards the bathroom and I followed. At the door she turned and placed a cool hand on my chest.

“No,” she said, almost sadly, and slid inside, giving me one last glimpse of her tight ass.

“I wasn’t gonna…” I began to the locked door, before giving up and collapsing onto the bed. I peeked at my now flaccid penis. It was going to need some time to recharge.

After a while she came out of the bathroom already dressed in the same denim booty shorts, with a new graphic tee, looking a bit fresher than she had before. She flushed a little when her eyes alighted on my now resting penis, then she returned to business and hurried me into the bathroom. I took a quick shower and threw on some casual sweatpants and a tee, then at the last minute pulled a hoodie with deep pockets over top. At five fifty five, we emerged from our room looking a bit less like we’d been up all night fucking.

As luck would have it, an elderly couple were leaving their neighboring room at the same time as us. The old lady just nodded, her brown dyed perm wiggling atop her head, but the man looked at us with rheumatic eyes and smiled wistfully.

“Oh to be young again,” he mused with a thick Irish accent, before disappearing down the hall with his wife.

Elise grabbed my arm, pressing her breasts against my side. I instinctively flexed my arm to give her a feel of my triceps.

“He totally heard,” she hissed into my ear.

“He’s probably deaf as a bat,” I said. “He was just talking generally.”

“He heard!” She hissed, fingers squeezing into my arm.

“Maybe he did,” I conceded, “but we’re coming out of a one-bed hotel room. He would just think we’re a couple.”

“But what if he talks to mum?”

“He won’t,” I said.

“But what if he does?”

“He won’t,” I said, laying my hand over hers. She’d gone beet red and was almost shaking with anxiety. She relaxed, a little, and smiled at me.

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise,” I said, then, echoing a childhood dare, “or I’ll kiss the dog.”

We linked pinkies and she calmed down, the stress sloughing off her. We knocked on mum’s door, and she answered straight away.

“Good,” she said, “we need to be at the bus stop by seven or we’ll miss the coach to the Abbey. Come on, let’s go.”

—

It was a better day than yesterday, the sun sneaking peeks through the ceiling of slate grey cloud. A few puddles remained on the road, sloshing as cars hummed past. The bus stop seats were good for two people so I stood while Mum and Elise sat. A billboard, heavily vandalized, showed a bikini model with an eyepatch, moustache, and stink lines. I passed a critical eye over her body and judged that my sister was hotter. I checked my watch. There was still time before the bus came, and there was a corner store with attached pharmacy just across the street.

“Mum, can I buy some snacks for the drive?”

My mum checked her own watch, and nodded. “But be quick. I’ll leave without you.”

I dashed across the street and went inside. The door chimed as I entered and I uncritically snatched a coupled of chips and chocolates. Paying for those, I then cut across to the pharmacy section, and found the Plan B. I grabbed that, and was going to the counter when the shelf of condoms caught my eye. I hesitated, then grabbed a box that advertised itself as ‘skin-feel’. The lady at the counter gave me a scathing look that I pretended not to notice as she beeped the items. Then I was out again, items nestled safely in my hoodie pockets, bounding across the street and rejoining my mum and sister.

Elise was huddled up on the bench, hugging her legs to her chest. She looked distant and faintly worried. About what, I could easily guess.

“Do you have what you want?” Mum said.

“Yep,” I said, patting my pockets. “I got the stuff.”

Elise looked up and gave me a faint smile. My heart flipped in my chest.

The Abbey was an old ruin right on the coast, what was once a grand and imposing monastery complex now a disparate spread of sea-worn spires of black rock. One façade was mostly intact, with a rose window still identifiable, but the rest were little more than eroded corner walls standing against the backdrop of a rough, cold sea. It wasn’t much of a tourist draw, and this early in the morning we were the only ones here.

“This is nice,” mum said, standing ahead of us.

I, distracted by staring at the exposed nape and sharp jawline of my sister, grunted in response.

Our mum started fumbling for her sketchbook. I reached out and gave Elise’s ass a squeeze, relishing the firmness of it. I expected her to brush me off, but instead she looked over her shoulder and smiled fondly at me. She reached back and started fondling my cock, feeling it through the soft fabric of my sweatpants. My dick woke up from its slumber, hardening quickly and nearly making me double over. Mum turned around.

“What’s happened to you?” she asked.

“Elise dick tapped me,” I said, saying the first plausible lie I could think of.

Mum frowned. “What’s that?”

“This!” Elise said cheerily, rapping her knuckles against my groin. This time I really did double over, erupting into a nauseous sweat.

“Cut it out,” our long-suffering mother said tiredly. “Elise, don’t ‘dick-tap’ your brother. Jack, don’t let Elise ‘dick-tap’ you.”

“Me?” I gasped, clutching the crown jewels. “How am I getting blamed for thi-.”

“No arguing,” mum said. “Now leave me alone. I want to sketch that rose window.”

“Come on,” Elise said, leading my hunched form away. “Let’s go explore these ruins.”

We navigated over slick, wet grass through the ruins until mum was out of sight. I held my crotch and groaned.

“I actually feel bad,” Elise said. “Do you want me to kiss it better?”

I looked at her, wild-eyed. “Yes,” I croaked on a suddenly dry throat.

She pushed me up against a corner piece that obscured us from two sides, leaving only a view of the ocean before us, and slid my pants down to my knees. My penis sprung free, bouncing at half-mast. Elise knelt and grasped it at the base to steady it. It engorged it self with blood, swelling under her touch. She gave the tip a light kiss.

“Mwah! All better?”

“Y-yeah,” I panted, cheeks flushed. She smiled up at me,

“Thanks for getting Plan B for me, Jack.”

“Of course,” I said, confused. “It’s the least I cou-”

She stuck my dick in her mouth, her tongue swirling around my sensitive tip.

“Christ,” I gasped, my knees buckling. She pressed my hips against the wall, the rough stone’s friction keeping my upright. She bobbed her head, her lips working the length of the shaft. Her tongue was relentless, darting around my foreskin and sliding over my tip. She turned her head and pressed my dick up against the soft inside of her cheek, and I almost came there, but she eased off, only to attack from a different angle, suctioning and slurping on my cock. I rode out a long and prolonged build to orgasm, thinking it couldn’t get any better, when she shoved my whole dick down her throat. Her face rubbed against the soft downy hairs of my groin as my hips jerked, trying to fight on a second longer.

“Elise,” I moaned, before she pushed even deeper, the dam finally breaking. I came, shuddering as I pumped a thick load directly down my sister’s throat. I found my hands, placing them on her head as I continued to cum, short grunts punctuating each pump of semen. After an eternity it was over and I loosened my grip, my cock sliding out of her throat, encased in a slimy shell of saliva and cum. A strand hung from her lips, connecting to the tip of my penis, until she wiped it away with the back of her hand. She rose to her feet and smiled at me, eyelashes fluttering. She leaned in for a kiss, and, caught in the moment, I returned it. We kissed long and intimately, until suddenly a warm slug traded from her mouth to mine. I jerked back, spluttering, and spat a glob of white semen onto the time-aged stone.

She giggled and showed her open mouth to me, a pool of my semen floating on her tongue. She swallowed with an audible gulp, and showed me her now clean mouth.

“Damn,” was all I could say. She giggled and flashed me a massive smile.

“Come on,” she said, “mum might be waiting for us.”

She strutted back the way we came, throwing about her hips and giving me a great view of her amazing ass.

What had I gotten myself into?

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