Author: NatalieJersey

Sophie 2 (Parts I-II-III) [age implied, DDlg, Inc implied]

**Part 1 – Bye, Felicia**

“Fuck you, Jim!” Felicia screamed as she slammed the screen door in his face. “Just…fuck you!”

Jim watched as his soon to be ex-wife stormed down the sidewalk toward her car. Before she was able to stumble her way into her late-model Honda Accord, he closed the interior door with a soft *thud* and leaned his forehead against it. Partially exasperated, partially in relief. The screen door outside closed softly with a click.

There were suspicions that Felicia had been cheating, but overwhelming evidence was all it took to accost her. The proverbial proof in the pudding was an outright admission of guilt.

All of the usual signs were there; closing the laptop when Jim entered the room, muffled phone calls behind closed doors, being secretive about texting… the list went on. Purchasing condoms, lube, and brand new panties all at once from Target using the joint bank account was the fatal slip-up.

After the argument and ensuing departure, Jim realized that their daughter would soon be home from school. *Our daughter*, he thought to himself. *More like ‘my daughter’ after it’s all said and done*. Read more »

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 11 – The End [Str8, MF, inc]

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PART ELEVEN
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Julie scrutinized my body as the buttons at the bottom of my shirt opened to reveal the flesh beneath. When the last button was undone, I slinked out of it and tossed it at her. I didn’t just *toss* it to her, I *threw* it at her. She snatched it out of the air but kept her eyes focused on me. There was a tangible shift in the balance of power between us and we both knew that it favored the younger sibling – me.

“You said that sex could be an excellent motivator.”

“I believe I said it was a *powerful* motivator,” Julie quipped.

“It’s all the same. You’ve proven your point,” I replied. “Now that I believe you on the matter, I think it’s time I put it into practice myself.”

Before Julie could contemplate the assertion and reconcile it internally, I posed a very simple question for her.

“Do you love me?”

It was a no-brainer and she answered quickly.

“Yes, of course I do,” she admitted.

“No,” I retorted. “Do you *really* love me? Would you do anything and everything for me without hesitation?” Read more »

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 10 [Str8, MF, inc]

My step-sister continued staring at an invisible spot on the floor in front of me.

“Stephanie,” I pleaded. “Look at me.”

Her chin drew level as she raised her head; her eyes were last to fall upon me.

It was clear that she was still broken, but I intended on fixing her. While I knew I may not succeed, it was worth trying. The short, cold distance between us in the hotel room had to be lessened before we could proceed.

“Come here,” I suggested, offering my hand as I walked toward her.

Stephanie looked unsure, but when I was close enough she took my hand in hers. I led her to the chair where she sat crying only a few minutes before and asked her to take a seat.

I knelt before her to give her the proverbial *higher-ground* in the conversation. It was my subconscious intention to have her look down upon me. I kept her hand clasped in mine as I spoke. Read more »

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 9 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART NINE**

Julie and I straightened the room and got dressed. After making a couple of drinks from the mini-bar, we sat patiently in expectation of a knock at the door. While we waited, she finished explaining to me everything about her original plan, acknowledging some of the things she had done, and how she saw an opportunity with me and felt destined to take it.
We talked, laughed, reminisced, and kissed a few times, but nothing more.

At approximately two-thirty in the morning, there was a single knock at the door. Julie jumped up and dragged me to a spot on the carpet fifteen feet away from the threshold. Opening the door, she stepped behind it to allow our guest unabated entry into the room.

The look on Stephanie’s face when she recognized me was priceless.

“*Ahem*,” Julie cleared her throat at our step-sister’s six while closing the door.

Looking down and away from me, Stephanie turned and placed a small wad of bills on the desk to my left. Then she took a step to the side and stood two paces in front of me. Read more »

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 8 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART EIGHT**

“Straight-up, why do you have all of this? Tell me right now what’s up and how it pertains to me and whatever else is going on here.”

Okay, so it was more than one question I needed answered, but it all boiled down to a single issue. If Julie has wanted me for such a long time and is holding on to all of this ‘evidence’, then the question is *why*?

“Or else,” I threatened, but we both knew that was empty.

Julie heaved a deep breath and sighed.

“Alright,” she began. “Bear with me here. I’ll try to explain.”

I tried to make myself as comfortable while remaining as close to my sibling as possible. I let my fingers drift over the curves of her naked body as she attempted to make clear her intentions.

“Like I said already, I always knew I wanted to be with you. The problem was that I had no idea how to go about it. How could I attempt to explain myself to you or anyone else without coming off sounding like a perverted freak? What if I was shunned and lost you forever? I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you and wrestled with it internally for a long time.” Read more »

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 7 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART SEVEN**

Julie’s gentle tugging intensified as my attention shifted to the video playing on the computer screen. I was shocked and aghast at what I was witnessing. It was a train wreck, but I couldn’t look away.

Stephanie looked to be about eighteen in the recording, but she was sucking her dad’s cock like a seasoned veteran. Back and forth she rocked with her hands clasped to his hips. She wasn’t only sucking his cock, she was attacking it.

Regardless of the participants, I found the video to be wickedly erotic. My dick throbbed and my ass clenched tightly. Julie’s skillful mastery of the male appendage was nothing short of prodigious.

I leaned back against my sister and groaned.

She kissed my ear and whispered, “If you’re going to come, I want it in my mouth. I *need* it.”

Fumbling to remove my underwear, I was unable to maneuver my hips well enough to fully remove them, so I laid back and begged my mistress to take me before it was too late.
“Please, Jules,” I ached. “Yank my cock as hard as you can. I’m going to come. I want to come in your mouth so fucking badly.” Read more »

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 6 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART SIX**

Julie eased backward and my middle finger slipped out of her ass. I resisted the temptation to sniff or even taste it, but only because she commanded my attention.

“Of all things I’d like to blow,” she stated provocatively, “your mind is first and foremost.”

Lacking the ability to respond appropriately, I smiled, but said nothing. As my hand crept up her inner thigh, I studied each and every contour of her leg. She was hairless and smooth. There were no distinguishable marks or tattoos on her body. So many people our age, both men and women, seemed to have at least one artificial marking, but my sister and I bucked any such trend.

“That finger there at the end…. Nice move, Steven,” Julie smirked.

My focus remained on her body, but I still heard each word and every intonation. I was aroused, but my temperament was calm and steady.

As my hand drifted north of her neatly trimmed bush, I was caught both literally and figuratively by surprise.

Julie grasped my hand and drew it toward her opening mouth. Taking my index and middle fingers into her mouth, she suckled them gently. Read more »

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 5 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART FIVE**

When I first sniffed Julie’s panties in the car, I considered the smell euphoric. When I tasted her fingers immediately thereafter, I recalled thinking it divine.
Buried completely between her thighs and lashing at her femininity with my tongue was nothing short of eternally blissful.

Instead of fumbling about clumsily and hoping for an adequately rated performance, I felt almost driven with confidence and purpose. Julie gnashed and gyrated in time with my movements. I licked her left then right, while she swayed her hips right then left. Our shifting bodies oscillated in perfect synchronicity.

Desperately wanting to glance upward, I fought the urge and concentrated on rocking side to side rhythmically with Julie. No matter how I moved, she seemed to anticipate every gesticulation. She met every twist with a reciprocating turn. For each one of my turns, her body matched me with the greatest of ease.

I had never felt such perfect compatibility with anyone before, sexually speaking, or otherwise for that matter. I bobbed and she weaved. I probed and she received me. She rocked and I rolled. There was no end to the dance. Read more »

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 4 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART FOUR**

“In that case, you are one lucky bastard… no offense intended, “ Julie remarked.

“None taken,” I replied. “Where do we go from here?”

“Anywhere we want, I suppose,” she answered.

The reasons why I chose not to bunk at mom and Charlie’s house during my stay in town were many and varied. The least of which concerning them was the house being full of so many other people the whole time. Not to mention I wanted to be able to disappear at a moment’s notice.

I might generally be a stand-up guy, but the girl-crazy poon-hound in me had hoped there might be a chance of getting some *strange* at the wedding reception. Things may not have turned out the way I had hoped, but all things reconsidered, I wasn’t going to complain.

Needless to say, I had my own hotel room. It was modest, but I didn’t require much of anything. I had no use for a swimming pool, gym, or concierge services. Sleep, shower, and coffee in the morning – that was all I required of a temporary residence. Read more »

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 3 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART THREE**

“Anything I want? Really?”

The smallest part of my conscience still clinging to reality tried to scream against it, but it could only whisper. My mouth opened and spilled forth words I never expected to utter. Rational thought drowned and died like so many rats on a sinking ship.

“I am yours, Jules,” I replied. “Like you said, it’s always been just the two of us. I am completely and utterly yours. All yours. I always have been. I always will be. Somehow, I think I’ve always known it, too.”

Julie deftly unbuckled the safety belt and it retracted across my torso. She traced two fingertips across my nose, lips, cheeks, and chin. I desperately wanted to take them into my mouth, but felt she wasn’t intending to let that happen.

“So, I’m not crazy,” she murmured. “Are you sure? You aren’t just getting caught up in the moment? I’m serious when I say this is something I’ve given a great deal of thought to over a long period of time. To be honest, I’m shocked at how receptive you’ve been so far.”

Before I could say anything, she added, “It’s almost too good to be true.” Read more »