My sister and I share a bed (PART 6) (END) [M/F] [Incest]

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The next morning, we woke up to the sun shining through the curtains. We shared a kiss, not caring about each other’s morning breath.

“You gonna take another Plan B?” I asked.

She nodded. “Once I graduate college however…”

My heart swelled and face flushed at the thought of her bearing our child, and my cock stirred beneath the sheets. I repressed the urge to ravish her, choosing instead to give her one more chaste kiss before rising from the bed. She stayed lying down, her golden hair glowing in the dawn light, framing her face. I fetched the pill pack for her and returned it with a fresh glass of water.

“You’re beautiful,” I said.

She blushed a light pink and waved me off. “Go brush your teeth before we get carried away and miss our bus.”

I padded over into the bathroom and started brushing my teeth, wearing nothing but my boxers. Elise shortly joined me, still in her cute pajama top and bottoms. She looped her arms under my armpits from behind, groping at my bare chest, while her chin rested on my shoulder.

“Remember our first night in here?” she said, her palm sliding across my pec.

“Euurgh hnuh ingaah,” I said through a mouth full of toothpaste foam.

“You were so cute when you got embarrassed from seeing me naked,” she said, “but you were so hot when you got horny.”

She tweaked at my nipple.

There was no way I wasn’t getting a boner. My dick rose up beneath the boxer fabric, stiff as a board.

She untangled herself from my torso and pulled her own toothbrush out and started brushing her teeth, completely ignoring me. I bent over the sink and spat, my cock brushing the porcelain.

“Christ, Elise,” I said, my dick straining against my boxers. She shrugged.

“Mmnuh ghi fuggh,” she said, smugly.

I rinsed my brush off and turned back to face her. She looked at me defiantly, ignoring my raging boner that fought to escape its cloth prison.

I placed one large hand flat against her stomach, the other against her ribs just beside her tits. She tensed under my touch. I leant in and let her feel my hot breath against her ear. She shuddered, and goosebumps erupted along her arms. I disengaged and walked past her. I heard the sound of spitting, and then Elise’s voice.

“What the hell, Jack?”

“What?” I said, keeping my voice neutral. I turned around, letting her see the tent in my boxers again.

She glanced at it, her arms crossed in indignation. “Touché.” She glanced at the hotel clock. “One last one for the road?”

I checked it as well. “No time,” I said regretfully, which she must have known as well.

She smiled, brushing at the goosebumps on her arms. “Guess we have our whole lives to enjoy each other.” Her smile widened, like the thought made her giddy.

“I guess we do,” I said, some of the heat finally leaving my penis.

—

We packed our things and checked out of the hotel, saying one last goodbye to the bedroom where it all began. The first stretch of our journey home was an early-morning two hour bus ride to Dublin airport. We sat side by side in a happy silence, hands clasped together beneath the armrest between us, watching the Irish countryside go by. Neither of us had been getting much sleep in previous nights so we soon dozed off, my head against the window and hers on my shoulder. I awoke at the final stop with two patches of drool on my chest, one mine, the others hers. She stirred and looked at the wet patches, blinking sleep from her eyes. She gave me a sheepish look and I pressed my forehead to hers in response, the deepest sign of affection I dared show in public. We broke off our handholding to help mum get our luggage off the bus, and trundled our suitcases from the stop to the Dublin airport lobby.

Bag drop and security ended up being relatively painless, at least compared to the TSA nightmare back stateside. In near no time at all we were boarding our flight to JFK, an A333 with seating eight abreast.

“Guess this is it,” I said as the queue shuffled along the passenger bridge into the plane.

“Guess so,” Elise said.

We stepped on the plane and left Ireland behind.

—

Our tickets were for the two side seats and one adjacent aisle seat in the middle set. Mum had booked the flight and therefore had the window seat, Elise the aisle seat next to her, and I the seat across the way. My neighbor was a ruddy-faced middle-aged Irishman who fortunately seemed neither inclined to chat nor fight over the armrest. After an age, the plane finally taxied, and I watched the takeoff through my postage stamp sized view of the window. The plane accelerated, the ground fell away, and the intercom crackled to confirm we were on our way to New York.

I settled in for my two favorite things about flying – the airline food and the in-flight movies. I scrolled through the catalogue, settling on an old classic eighties action movie. Treated to a smorgasbord of flexing muscle, testosterone, explosions, and blood squibs, I sat contentedly. The air hostess came by and asked me the fundamental question of beef or chicken, before serving me a baked chicken and mash meal that I tore into with gusto. In my opinion, the only deal with airplane food was that there wasn’t enough off it. Maybe the problem had been solved since Seinfeld aired.

About two hours into the flight the lights dimmed and people started settling in to sleep. I stayed up, on my second movie, some nineties rom-com. About an hour after that Elise tapped my shoulder. I slid the cheap headphones off my ears and gave her a quizzical look. She was gripping an air-sickness bag.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” she said. I nodded wordlessly and slid my headphones back on. She shuffled off to the toilet.

She didn’t return after five minutes and I decided I’d better check on her. I got out of my seat and went to the bathrooms at the back of the plane. The same air hostess that served me my meal was there, a thirty-ish lady with a pretty face and dirty blonde hair pulled into a neat bun. She smiled at me politely.

“Did you see my sister?” I asked. “Tall, blonde, holding a sick bag.”

She indicated to the door to my right. It was occupied. I knocked on it hesitantly.

“Elise?” I whispered. “You alright?”

The door’s indicator flipped to green and accordioned open. Elise leant her head out the door, looking pale.

“Can you rub my back for a bit?” she groaned.

I turned back to the hostess. “Could you maybe get us a water? My sister isn’t feeling so well.”

She gave me a radiant smile. “Of course. Just one moment.” She went off to fetch it. I stepped inside. Elise quickly shut the door behind me and locked it, standing up and looking fine.

“Quick, before she comes back,” she said.

I was struck speechless for a moment, the gears turning in my head.

“You… little vixen,” I said, struggling for the words.

“Come on,” she said. “Don’t you want to join the mile high club? One last thing to remember me by.”

I looked around the cramped room, the austere toilet dominating the foot space. “This has to be the most uncomfortable space possible. The hostess is going to be back any minute.”

“I downloaded some vomiting sounds onto my phone,” she said, completely serious.

“No,” I said, struggling to think of anything less sexy to listen to. “Just stay quiet.”

She rubbed my crotch, feeling the hard outline of my dick through my sweatpants. “So it’s a yes.”

I kissed her. “It’s a yes. But quickly.”

She pulled down my waistband, revealing my erection. She smiled fondly at it and then produced a condom and slid it on. Maybe it was the lower cabin pressure but my cock looked ready to burst out of the latex.

Elise was wearing a skirt. She dropped her panties, stepped one leg out of them, then wrapped the other leg around my butt, holding the panties off the floor and leaving more space for my feet. She hugged to me for balance, her one standing foot on tippy-toes. I held her against me with one hand and guided my cock up to her lips with the other. With one awkward thrust I was in, and she sank down into it.

From there, it was a matter of small thrusts in the tight spaced, our chests almost fused together. She panted by my ear, quiet little hiccups of pleasure. I gritted my teeth to hold in groans as her body heat melded with mine, her soft breast rubbing against my chest. The sensation of her hot pussy almost played second fiddle to the ecstasy of our closeness. Almost.

I increased the thrusting, painfully aware of the thin door between us and a plane full of people but too taken by pleasure to stop. Her warm pussy walls massaged me through the condom, each fold that I’d come to intimately know welcoming my cock inside. Elise clutched at me, and lacking a sheet to bite onto this time, bit at the meat of my shoulder to muffle her groans.

A bolt of euphoria and pain shot down from my shoulder and my butt clenched, pressing my groin against hers. A rush of pleasure hit me, and she gripped and bit tighter, an excited moan vibrating against my shoulder. I released, cumming in heavy spurts. My legs shook, holding both our weight, threatening to send me crashing through the toilet door, but I held firm. My body shot out one last shot of hot cum and then it was over. Breathing heavily, we carefully untangled, smiling at each other when our eyes met. I slid my cock out, the condom end swollen with white cum hanging off the tip . Elise pulled the condom off me and poured the whole load into her open mouth. She swallowed, then wipe her lips with quiet satisfaction. The condom she tossed into the toilet then flushed, the loud vacuum noise filling the room. She wriggled on her panties, kissed me, then doubled over, returning into her sick character. I checked myself in the mirror. The teeth marks were dimpled and red, but hadn’t broken the skin and could be hidden beneath my shirt. I shifted the collar up and opened the door. The hostess was there with one of the sealed water cups that bulged up in the low pressure. I accepted it with a muted thanks and managed to rip it open with only some spillage. Elise took it with convincingly trembling hands and took two tentative sips.

“Thank you,” she said. “I’m feeling a lot better now.”

The hostess smiled, her teeth a dazzling white. “That’s good.” Her eyes adjusted back to me. “If there’s anything else you need, please ask me.”

“Oh, uh, thank you,” I said, not knowing what else to say. I walked Elise back to our seats, feeling a little shell-shocked. No one in the plane seemed any the wiser.

“Are we going to talk about how that air hostess was flirting with you?” Elise said.

“Is this going to become a thing?” I asked. “You’re just jealous again.”

“Only a healthy amount,” Elsie said, her eyes smiling showing she wasn’t really serious, as she looped her hand around my arm. “But she was totally flirting with you.”

“There’s no way,” I said. “She’d talk like that to any passenger.”

“Oh. My. God.” Elise said in mock shock. “You don’t realize you’re handsome.”

“I’m not,” I said, feeling a blush crawl up my neck.

“You are,” Elise said. “You’re hot, bro. Smoking hot.”

She’d successfully turned me into a beetroot now. I just coughed.

Mum looked up at us when we returned to our seats. “What’s got Jack so embarrassed?” she asked.

“The hostess was flirting with him and he won’t believe that he’s hot,” Elise said gleefully.

“You’re hot, Jack,” mum said, clearly a bit tired and ready to nap. “Time you got over yourself.”

“Can we please, just, not have this conversation?” I said, my face burning.

Mum shrugged and slid a sleeping mask on. Elise flashed me a victorious grin and buckled back into her seat. I dropped into mine, still smoldering with embarrassment.

—

The flight was uneventful after that, with me sleeping most of the rest of the way. We touched down in good conditions at JFK in the late morning. After a trip through customs and transferring to the domestic terminals it came time for the true goodbye that I had been dreading. Our holiday over, mum and I were flying back up the east coast home, but Elise wasn’t going to be coming with us. Instead, she was flying on to the west coast for college. For the first time in the eighteen years of my life, Elise was leaving me.

Elise’s flight left first and we stood in a huddle outside her gate, watching the screen ticker go from ‘go to gate’ to ‘boarding’ to ‘final call’.

“Well,” Elise said with a helpless shrug, her carry-on at her side. “This is it.”

Mum mothered over her one last time, straightening her hair and running through an exhaustive list of essentials in the carry-on bag. Her eyes were wet, ours all were. She gripped Elise’s shoulders and gave her one last look, a proud mother hen.

“My girl’s all grown up,” she said. She pulled Elise into a tight hug that Elise returned, a conflicted frown on my sister’s face. Her bottom lip was wobbling, a sure sign waterworks were around the corner. They broke apart and mum waved me in.

“Say goodbye to your sister,” she said. I waddled over, laden with baggage. As the man in the family I always pulled mule duty. We leaned into an awkward hug, our eyes not meeting and our hips apart. It felt cold and impersonal. We parted and straightened up. Elise’s lip continued to tremble. Here it came. My eye’s glistened in response. She bit down on her lip.

“Mum, did you double check my passports in there?” she said, pushing at her carry-on bag on the floor with her foot.

“I’ll check,” mum said, eager to help one last time. She knelt and unzipped the bag, rustling through the contents.

Elise grabbed my face and pulled me in for a deep, lasting kiss, our first in public.

I returned it, cupping the back of her head, holding her there, feeling the crush of her lips against mine. The kiss ended, fireworks going off in my brain. We kept our foreheads pressed together, staring into each other’s eyes. Her fingers fell away from my face, trailing down my cheeks. I let my hand drop from her neck. We leaned away, her mouthing ‘I love you,’ to me.

‘I love you too,’ I mouthed back.

Elise’s bottom lip had stabilized. My big sis had grown up. She smiled and dug into her pocket.

“Oh mum, I had it in my pocket.”

Mum looked up from digging through the bag with a relieved smile. “Phew!” she said, oblivious to the light pink dusting both our cheeks. She zipped up the bag and handed it back to Elise.

“Go out there and smash it,” she said. “You’re going to do great.”

“Goodbye mum,” she said. “Goodbye Jack.” She gave me a shy smile.

I smiled back, through tears. “Goodbye Elise.”

She walked through the ticket check and onto the passenger bridge without looking back. I stood at the window, roiling with emotions. Mum put her arm around me and waited with me. I watched as the plane pushed back and took off. I watched until it was nothing but a dot in the sky. And finally, I watched until it was gone.

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