A Family Affair 35

This is a side story attached to the Accepting Wife series. It is strictly a story of incest, so if that is not your thing, perhaps you should skip this one. If you decide to read this one, I hope you enjoy it.

A Family Affair (An Accepting Wife)

Chapter 1

Donnie had finished his finals. He could let up a little and relax. Donnie had not stopped by Margaret's condo in a few weeks. She had invited him over a few times. At the moment, he was in his dorm room, deciding what he might want to do for the weekend. As these thoughts crossed his mind, his cell phone rang. It was his sister.

It was as if she knew what I was thinking about her

, he thought to himself.

"What's up, sis?" He began.

"Well, you have not been over in a while. I thought I would cook you a decent dinner. What do you say?"

He paused before answering her. In the back of his mind, he kept seeing his sister. He kept seeing her with Michael. He loved the evening with Michelle, but he felt guilty at getting turned on watching Michael fuck Margaret.

"Okay, I'll head over. Wait, can you pick me up? My car is on the fritz again."

"Okay, and we have got to get you better transportation."

"Hey, I love Betty." A nineteen seventy-five Buick, and though it often needed repairs, Donnie loved his car.

At six that evening, Margaret parked in the nearest parking lot to Donnie's dorm. He met her halfway across the quad, and the two headed for her car. Once on the road, Margaret said, "So..., brother, why have you been avoiding me?" Donnie did not answer for a couple of minutes. "Come on, brother.

What's going on?"

"I am not avoiding you..., exactly. I guess I feel weird after my last visit."

"

You mean having sex with Michelle."

Margaret looked at her brother out of the corner of her eye. "Yes, I do. I guess I feel a bit guilty. I mean, she is married."

"Wow, how can we be so different? I mean, God. Mom and Dad divorced because they both cheated and could not handle it."

"Really?" Donnie answered. "I didn't know that. I mean, they fought, but you're kidding? They both cheated?"

"Yes, they were both careful in their affairs so that you would not find out. But I was a bit older and knew what was going on. In truth, I don't think that is the reason they got divorced. They just had different interests."

"Is that why you don't believe in marriage?"

Margaret answered, "I am sure that is part of it. I mean, Mom and Dad were not examples of a great marriage. It's not that they are bad people. They were just not right together. But it's more than that. I like to have sex with multiple people. I think it's fun. You can call me a slut. I don't care."

"Shit, Margaret, I would never call you a slut. Guys have lots of partners, so there is no reason girls can't also."

"So, why are you feeling guilty about having fun with Michelle? I can tell you that she had a good time. She even told me that she would not mind doing it again."

"I know that. But..., I don't know. I guess I should not feel guilty. At least Mom and Dad have fun together. They also have fun with other people. They don't get jealous."

"Exactly. Michael and Michelle are consenting adults having sex with consenting adults. It is no big deal. I love them both. They are great people, and both are good in bed." With that, she turned slightly and winked at her brother. "So, get over yourself. Let me ask you a question. Would you like to have sex with Michelle again?"

She didn't turn her head and look at him as the traffic had become a bit more crowded near her condo. But she could guess he blushed at her comments about Michael and Michelle. "I am not going to lie. I would love to. But that makes me feel guilty."

"Get over yourself. We are young and having fun. Throw the guilt away."

They did not continue the conversation for the rest of the drive. Once inside Margaret's condominium, Donnie went to the guest room. While Donnie went to the guest room, working on the laptop, Margaret made them dinner. Among Margaret's many talents, she is a great cook.

Donnie was looking at porn when his sister knocked on the door. He closed the laptop and said, "Come in, sis?"

She entered the room and said to her brother, "Food's ready. Come on, let's eat." He stood up and followed his sister to the dining room/kitchen. She said, "By the way. There is something I need to tell you. Something wild. Please try not to judge me. Though, I know you will." Margaret said to her brother.

"Now, isn't that a loaded comment?" He replied. The pair of siblings sat down. They each dished up their food as she continued talking. "Okay, I was an adult. Eighteen, so this was my choice." She hesitated for a few seconds, gathering her thoughts. It's strange to talk about, but you should know."

"Jesus, sis. What is it?"

"I had sex with Dad. It was my idea. Don't go blaming Dad. I loved every minute of it. We did it maybe a half dozen times. He finally stopped with me, probably because he felt guilty. But, Donnie, I never felt guilty. I loved it. Dad is an excellent lover."

Donnie had brought a bite of food halfway to his mouth when she made her statement. He dropped his fork and just looked at his sister. "You have got to be kidding!?"

"

Like I said, don't judge us. It's water under the bridge."

"Fuck, did Mom know about this?"

"This is the difficult part, Donnie. Mom was having an affair with a much younger guy at the time. She found out about me and Dad. But, she never said anything."

"Jesus, Margaret. Why are you throwing this at me? I mean, could you have not just kept this to yourself?"

"Why? We did nothing wrong. We were and are both consenting adults. If Dad wanted to fuck me right now, I would love it." Donnie did not say another word. He grabbed his plate and walked back into the spare bedroom.

Guess I should let him go

, she thought to herself. She did not follow him but wondered if she had shocked her brother so much that it might ruin their relationship.

Chapter 2

She finished her dinner and cleaned up the mess. Margaret then headed to her room to watch some TV. She hoped, at some point, Donnie would talk to her. But Margaret did not want to push the issue with him. She knew one thing, her brother had watched as Michael had fucked her that night. Margaret thought that perhaps he wanted to have sex with her. She wanted to have sex with him. But maybe Margaret had misread him. She thought he was more normal than her, for want of a better word.

It was late. Margaret was about to shut off the TV and call it a night. Just as she reached for the remote on her bedside table, there was a light knock at the door. "Come in, Donnie." Margaret was on top of the covers in a very sexy nightie. She did not even attempt to cover up as he opened the door. He started to say something, hesitated, but finally spoke. "We need to talk."

"Okay, come on in."

"Can you cover up Margaret?"

She stared at her brother, hesitating. With a look of displeasure, she reached for her thin nightgown next to the bed and stood up, putting the item of clothing on. "Okay, Donnie. What do you want to talk about?" She sat back down on the bed, the left side of that bed closest to the door.

Donnie came further into the room. His head was down, gathering his thoughts. "Why did you have to tell me about Dad? Was it necessary?"

"Hey..., sorry. But, can I ask you about something?"

"I guess...?"

"Okay, remember that night. Michelle came to the room. Michael was..., well, fucking me. Donnie, I saw you looking over her shoulder. I saw the look on your face. Something turned you on. Something..., was it me?" She saw his face. He blushed, which was something Donnie could not hide.

"It did. Watching your sister getting fucked turned you on. Come on, admit it."

"Jesus, changing the subject, huh?"

"I am trying to make a point. But if you don't want to talk about it, okay. But, please don't come in here and judge me. I told you about Dad because I thought, I think..., that you have the right to know. Do with it what you will, but don't give me shit about it."

Donnie stood inside her bedroom door, contemplating what he should say. Unable to figure out how he felt, he sighed and left the room. Donnie then returned to the spare bedroom and sat at the desk. For ten minutes, he sat in the chair, thinking, deciding. He thought about that night. How very hot she looked on that bed, Michael fucking her. It did turn him on.

He went to his bed and lay back. His cock was straining his pants, but he did not want to admit to himself that he was turned on by the thought of fucking his sister.

She is beautiful

, he thought to himself.

But god she is my sister,

he thought to himself

.

He turned on his side, trying to fall asleep. His dick was not cooperating. His cock was making it difficult for him to find sleep.

There was a light knock at his door. Then he heard the handle as his sister attempted to enter the room. He had locked the door, but it was one of the bedroom locks. If she wanted to get in, she could. Of course, he knew who it was but chose to ignore his sister. Her muffled voice came through the door,

"Come on, either open the door or unlock it and let me in."

He called through the door, "Are you going to bug me through the door if I don't?"

She then started knocking in a slow rhythm. Margaret was doing it to annoy him. Annoy him enough so that he would open the door. Straightening his cock in his pants, trying to hide his package, he walked across the room and finally turned the handle and pulled the door open. His sister, his beautiful sister, leaned against the door jamb naked. Blushing, before he could say a word, she asked, "What do you see?"

"Uhm, uh..." He could not form words. His sister has one of those bodies that any man would find amazingly attractive. A statuesque beauty, five feet nine inches tall, her nipples were hard, and with each breath, her breasts moved. She breathed in and out, her breasts moving up and down. They were teasing him. She had a very slim body, a flat and sexy stomach, and an incredible ass.

"See, I can tell you like what you see. How about saying something."

"Shit..., Margaret. I..., uh, yes, you are hot."

Margaret then reached out and took his hand. He wanted to fight her, but his cock was at full erection, and his body was reacting. "Come on. Into my bedroom, Donnie." She pulled him by that hand. He did not resist her as she led him into her room and had him sit on the side of her bed. Without a word, she began to pull down his pants. He was still blushing. Margaret had to suppress a laugh. "It's okay, Donnie," she said, "I will be gentle."

"Funny, sis. Funny." She kept grinning as she pulled off his sandals and then his pants. Reaching up with both hands, she grasped the waistband of his underwear to pull them off when he said, "I don't know, sis." He placed his right hand on the band, preventing her from removing his underwear.

She grinned up at him, "Baby bro, let me suck your cock. I want to suck your nice dick."

"Oh, god. You are such a slut." He said and removed his hand. He then let her take his underwear down and off. Before he could balk, she reached out and grasped his cock in her hand. "This is nice. I am going to enjoy this." She then slid her mouth down his cock, taking almost all of it's seven inches into her mouth.

His cock is fat and sexy

, she thought to herself. Margaret loves sucking cock. She enjoys the control, the pleasure she gives to men. It is a turn-on for her. "F-fuck, sis. God. You are g-going to make me cum?"

Margaret grinned and nodded her head yes. She placed her left hand on the shaft and then suddenly released her mouth from his cock. "Not yet, baby brother." She then lifted his balls with her right hand and licked the base of the shaft underneath, enjoying his manly taste, the flavor of his sweat. She licked up the shaft, teasing him, and loved it when he moaned out loud. Back down his shaft with her tongue, and then she gently sucked his low-hanging left ball into her mouth.

Donnie looked down at her, a bit scared but at the same time enjoying the sensation of her tongue gently caressing his ball. He moaned aloud. Margaret removed her mouth from his testicle and then immediately went up and swallowed his cock, almost the entire length. Donnie's sexy sister choked, but she was used to taking cock in her throat. Against his own will, he began to move his hips forward, pumping his cock into her throat. Gagging sounds, choking sounds, spittle leading from the corners of her mouth. All of it, for some reason, added to his arousal. "Fuck, fuck sis. I..., I am going to cum. Shit, sis, I..., fuck, here I cum!" Squirt after squirt of his cum shot into her mouth. Margaret swallowed as fast as she could, much of his cum pouring down her chin, falling to her naked legs. "G-god, I can't believe my s-sister is giving... Fuck, you are so good."

After at least six sprays of his jizz, he finished squirting his cum into her mouth, and she moved backward. Standing up, she smiled and wiped her face of his cum. She then went to the kitchen, "Gotta get this mess off of my legs, baby brother."

Donnie did not answer. He merely fell back onto the bed, somewhat surprised at how much he had enjoyed the sexual encounter with his sister.

Margaret did not return to her room. She waited, uncertain how her brother would react to the encounter they both had just shared. Margaret entered the guest room. She lay back on the bed and waited to see what he would do.

Donnie expected her to return to her bedroom in just a few minutes. He thought that she would not be that long. When she did not return, Donnie worried. Finally, realizing she was not returning, he went through the combination kitchen/dining room and entered the narrow living room. Not finding her in those spaces, he knew there was only one place she could be. He then went to the spare bedroom and found her propped up on pillows on the spare bed, reading a magazine. "What's up, sis? Why are you in here?"

"I wanted to see how you were doing, not pressure you. I do not want to make you feel guilty. I just let you come to me and see how

we

are."

Donnie grinned and climbed onto the bed. In one swift motion, he stabbed his cock into his sister's waiting pussy. "Oh..., god, brother. F-fuck me."

Chapter 3

That night Margaret and Donnie had sex twice more. After the guest bedroom, now Donnie's bedroom, they ate some snacks and then retired to the master bedroom. They had sex again, before falling asleep.

The following morning, brother and sister sat at the breakfast table. Donnie was quiet as they ate their breakfast. Margaret asked Donnie about the night before, "So..., Donnie. Are you okay?" She had set his breakfast, some pancakes, in front of him. As she talked, she sat across from him at the table. "I mean, about last night. About us having some fun."

"Yes. I guess I am over it. I mean, the taboo of it. As long as it's just sex, I am okay."

"Good, but you started to say something last night. Something about mom and dad. I am uncertain what you were about to say, but you seemed to need to get it out." Donnie hesitated. He did want to talk about their parents. But his mind still had to adjust to the new reality around incest. Having sex with his sister reminded him of his mother. How attractive she is. He thought about his mother. But he did not know how to voice those thoughts. He did not know how to speak about such a thing with his sister.

"Come on, Donnie. What's on your mind?"

With a grin on his face, Donnie looked at his sister. "You, your naked ass pointed at me over this table." Smiling to herself, enjoying the sexual attitude her brother was developing, she moved into position. She was wearing nothing but a thin nightgown. She let drop to the floor, right there in the kitchen. She leaned over to the table and gently lay herself across it, moving the breakfast dishes aside. She then reached back and spread her ass cheeks, her breasts crushed against the table. "God, sis, you are a slut." He was in PJ's and quickly removed them. He stood behind his sister. Out of courtesy, he ran his hand along her slit from behind to make sure she was wet. He need not have worried. "Jesus, you are fucking soaked."

"Are you going to babble, or are you going to fuck your sister?"

Donnie placed his right hand on his hard cock. He lined it up with Margaret's pussy. His other hand on her back, he guided his cock into her body. Slowly, enjoying the sensation of his sister's pussy engulfing his manhood, "God..., sis, you have such a nice kitty."

Margaret had to suppress a laugh. She had never heard her brother use that word. But it was a short-lived thought, for his cock going in and out of her was an incredible feeling. Her brother was becoming good with that dick of his. "Fuck..., god yes." She said as he grasped her waist and began to move faster in and out of her. "Oh, yes, baby brother. F-fuck me. Fuck me good."

"You are a slut, big sister. F-fuck..., can't live without that cock, can you Margaret."

"Shut up and fuck me harder, Donnie. Fuck your big sister, Donnie. Fuck..., harder. I need to cum on your cock. Yes, I need to cum on your amazing cock, little brother. Come on. F-fucking harder."

Donnie grinned to himself and reached up with his right hand and grasped the nipple on that breast. He squeezed the nipple roughly as he began to fuck her even harder, getting ready to blow his load of need inside his sister. "You want my cum, sister? You want me to cum in your hot pussy again?"

"Oh God," she moaned as she covered the hand on her right breast with her own as she pushed her love tunnel back against cock pounding in and out of her body. "Fuck..., cumming baby. C-cumming on your cock, baby brother. Oh, yes. Fuck yes. You fuck just as good as our d-daddy. Oh God, fuck cumming so hard."

All Donnie did was begin to moan, feeling his need overtaking him. She was squeezing his cock very hard as she had her orgasm. He felt that feeling, that incredible feeling of his impending release. "Gah, gah, gah..." He pumped harder and harder into his sister. He dropped his hand from her breast and gripped her by the waist as he began to squirt his cum into his sister. "Ahhhhhh, fuuuuck. Cumming, oh God, cumming sister." Spray and spray of cum he shot into his sister until it began to run down her legs. The brother and sister had a massive orgasm together, the table shaking so fiercely that Margaret thought to herself that it might break.

Done with their coupling, he pulled out of his sister but immediately turned her around and pulled her into his arms. His cock against her naked leg, he brought his mouth to hers. The pair of siblings kissed intensely. She loved the way her brother was acting. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stabbed her tongue into his mouth, loving the ardor, his desire. He was expressing his Passion. Their kiss broke. She stepped back, running into the table with the back of her legs. "Damn, Donnie. What the fuck has come over you?"

"I was just thinking about that night. About the way Michael had you tied up. I mean your hands behind your back. The way he was using you for his..., I don't know. The way he used you like a rag-doll."

"Did that turn you on, little brother? I mean him using me that way. Is that a turn-on for you?"

"I guess it did, sis. Maybe I can do that to you. Right now, I need a shower." Margaret grinned as she quickly pushed him away and ran. She ran to get to the shower first, laughing all the way. Donnie chased her, and they ended up taking the shower together. Of course, showering was not all they did.