This story deals with a sister and brother who act on their inner feelings of love and desire for one another. They willingly engage in incestuous sex and become inseparable. Both being in unhappy and failing marriages, they turn to each other for love and sexual fulfillment. Their long-harbored feelings toward one another bring them happiness in otherwise dark times. But along with their newfound happiness, family secrets do not stay buried.
If you are not a fan of incest, kinky sex, spanking, bisexuality, or humiliation, this might not be a story suitable for you to read or enjoy. Thank you!
All characters are fictional and of legally consenting age.
A Death In The Family Part 2
Shelly Rhode stepped out onto the front porch of Carmen Dannon's house. Shelly was, for the most part, naked under the thigh-length black leather jacket. She was still wearing a garter belt and stockings, complete with high heels. But her stockings were fucked; they had runs and a few tears in them from Winston's nails. She had scratches and a few new mental scars as she unsteadily walked to her car in the driveway.
Shelly clicked her remote, and the lights came on. The locked door opened. She sighed, and she felt a stream of warm jizz run down her thigh. Shelly nervously looked about at the quiet street and well-spaced houses on Carmen's street. Shelly almost felt like everyone who might see her getting into her car knew what kind of perverse, kinky sex she had just participated in.
Shelly opened her car door and bent and lifted her right leg to get into her car. Her short jacket rose, bearing most of her cherry red ass. She didn't care as her sperm-laden cunt queefed loudly. Shelly groaned in both embarrassment and pain from the vicious fucking she had just submitted to a short time ago.
Shelly attempted to sit down on her leather bucket seat gingerly. She could hear the drizzle of cum spattering on the leather car seat. Shelly winced as her sore, bare ass sat right in the wetness, "Aww, fuck! Just what I need, a puddle of Winston's fucking cum, to sit my ass in for the drive home."
Shelly gritted her teeth and sat her bare ass on the wet seat. She closed her eyes and shook her head. Then Shelly stepped on the brake and pushed the button, starting her car. Shelly looked at herself in the rearview mirror; she was a disheveled fucking mess. Her hair was matted and sticky with cum, and even her face had cum drying on it.
Shelly knew she used to look wholesome, like a typical housewife and mother. What she saw now in the rearview mirror she was looking at a whore. Shelly groaned, almost sobbing as she looked at her face, "Oh my, I am going to hell for my wickedness."
Shelly felt her eyes tearing up as she thought she needed to get home, away from Carmen's house. Shelly looked at the house, and Carmen stood naked with the curtain pulled back, watching her. Winston stood at her side with his enormous tongue moving in and out of his opened jaws. Shelly shivered for the first time in a long time; she felt shame and disgust.
Shelly backed out and headed home as her mind wandered with bits and pieces of what debauchery she had willingly participated in. Shelly thought of Jaimie; he hadn't been in her mind since he left, or for the most part, not much lately. Shelly felt angered as her ass was sitting in the cum puddle in her car seat.
Shelly snorted, "Jaimie, you can have some pussy now, babe. I could use your soothing tongue on my sore, cum filled cunt right now. I surely could; I would let you lick me right fucking now,"
Shelly giggled as she thought of how shocked and maybe appalled her husband would be at the nasty condition that her pussy was in. Shelly drove somewhat carelessly. She was crossing the double yellow line on the road, and she laughed at her evil thoughts. She didn't notice the patrol car behind her until Shelly heard "Whoop... Whoop..." and saw the red and blue lights in her rearview mirror. Shelly's heart sank, "Oh shit! No, no, no, not now, please!"
She hoped the cop was after another driver's car but knew it was her. As she pulled over, the squad car slowed down behind her. Shelly closed her eyes and sighed heavily, "Fuck, why now? What the fuck did I do?"
Shelly attempted to gather herself, reaching into her purse for her wallet and waiting. She was shaking, knowing how disgusting she was going to look, when the officer came to the window. Shelly looked in the mirror and saw a female officer step out of the car. She watched as she kept a hand near her firearm and walked towards her window. Shelly powered down her window and waited for the embarrassing hell coming towards her. She listened to the crunch of gravel under the officer's feet.
The deputy stopped and peered into Shelly's car. Shelly said, "Good morning, officer, I wasn't speeding, was I?"
The tall law enforcement officer looked intently at Shelly. "Morning, Ma'am. License and registration, please. No, Ma'am, you weren't speeding. However, I did see you crossing the double yellow line a few times. You were driving a bit erratically."
Shelly reached out and gave the officer her license. Shelly said, "My insurance and registration are up by the Sunvisor. May I get them?"
The officer nodded, "Just do it slowly, Ma'am."
Shelly slowly reached above the Sunvisor to get her insurance and registration. The policewoman asked, "Shelly, did you have anything to drink today?"
Shelly looked sincerely at her, "No, officer, I haven't been drinking. I am going through some personal problems; there was a death in our family, my husband's mother. He and I are having some personal problems also; I swear that I have not been drinking today, honestly."
Officer Jennifer Colton could not detect any scent of alcohol, but she noticed that the woman was somewhat disheveled and wearing a jacket with torn stockings. She briefly caught a glimpse of Shelly's pubic hair when she reached for her registration. Jennifer Colton looked at Shelly's face; her eyes were red as if she had been crying.
"Wait here, please; I will be right back!"
Shelly watched her walk towards her squad car, looking at her behind in her uniform pants. Shelly couldn't believe that she was checking out the attractive officer's butt in her clinging blue uniform trousers. Is it that authority thing, a woman in charge of the situation? Shelly couldn't believe that she was becoming excited, even with the uncertainty of the predicament that she found herself in.
Jennifer Colton got back into her squad car; she shook her head and muttered, "What the fuck, lady? I don't know what's going on with you. You smell like a combination of a County Fair port-a-potty and a kennel, Christ Almighty."
Jennifer ran her license and found no recent tickets or other negative information. She saw that Shelly was close to home, only a few minutes away. Jennifer Colton sighed; it was very obvious that Shelly was leaving a sexual tryst of some kind, but having sex was not a crime unless it was reported as such. She didn't really want to touch her or get too personal with Shelly Rhode.
Jennifer returned to Shelly Rhode's vehicle and handed her back her license. Jennifer sighed, "Shelly, I don't know exactly what is happening with you here today. But you're very close to home. I will follow you there and see that you get there safely. Is anybody waiting for you there? Are you being threatened by anyone at home?"
Shelly shook her head. "No, officer, nothing like that is happening in my life. My husband returned home to settle his mother's burial and other things. My daughter is at college, and I am the only person at home now."
Jennifer Colton looked at Shelly and nodded, "Okay, Shelly, are you sure you don't need me to accompany you inside?"
Shelly's submissive side was saying yes; she wondered what Jennifer would say or even do about her scantily dressed body. Would she scold her about that? Shelly wouldn't have long to wait for that answer.
Jennifer Colton said, "Look, Shelly, I don't know what is happening here. But, how are you dressed, or I should say, not dressed? Well, Mrs. Rhode, quite frankly, you are inviting trouble. Suppose your car breaks down, and a guy or two offer to help or give you a ride somewhere. It could end up in a tragedy. I understand if you don't want to leave the car with me when you get home. But just be more careful, please; use your common sense."
Shelly nodded, "I will, I promise, officer. Thank you very much for everything. I appreciate your concern."
Jennifer Colton smiled and took a card with her name and phone number from her pocket. "Shelly, umm, here is my card. If you need someone to talk to or need... I don't know, whatever...I get off my shift at three this afternoon. Just call me if you need anything, okay?"
Shelly looked down at the card she accepted and smiled, "Jennifer, thank you. It is very nice of you to care about me like this. It means a lot to me. Thank you, once again."
Jennifer smiled, "No problem, Shelly, I meant what I said; now, let's get you home safely."
Jennifer pulled over when Shelly turned in her driveway. She saw that the garage was empty; no other vehicle was inside. Shelly pulled into her garage and waited moments to see if Jennifer would drive away. Shelly exhaled and resigned to exiting the car and entering the house. Jennifer would wait until she did, so Shelly was curious about Officer Jennifer Colton.
Jennifer Colton was tall, six feet and then some, and had blonde hair in a ponytail. She looked of Nordic descent, most likely Scandinavian, and was a resemblance of a Viking warrior princess.
