Authors note: This is a four chapter story about incest between a brother and sister. It's a story within a story. This chapter would be hard read on its own. You'll will have a much better understanding of the story and characters if you first read chapters 1, 2 and 3.
I hope you'll enjoy it. Please stick with it until the end. Comments are appreciated. Thanks!
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My cell rang at 1:00AM. Jolted from sleep, I looked at my phone, it was Clair. I picked up. "What's up Clair?" I could barely utter in my sleepy stupor.
"Billy, It's John... he's left me," Clair bawled.
"What?...Why?...When?" I asked, astonished, yet confused, still not awake enough to process thought efficiently.
"He just left. We've been fighting all night."
"He'll be back," I tried to console her, and wanting to make short the conversation so I could go back to sleep.
"No. No, Billy, it's over. He found out about us, you and me, Billy. He knows."
Suddenly, fully awake, I was stunned. Clair and I hid our incestuous relationship so well, for all these years. No one had a clue, or at least we thought.
"What happened? How did he find out?"
"Billy, it's all my fault. I was talking in my sleep. I was dreaming of you. We were making love. I dreamt you were eating my pussy, and I was apparently saying your name while masturbating in my sleep. I was so loud, I woke John during the dream. He watched me, and listened until I was done. He then woke me and asked me about what he'd witnessed. I tried to blow it off as just a silly dream of someone else named Billy. He didn't believe me, Billy. He said he knew there was something fishy between us."
"Clair, I don't know what to say... I'm in shock...I..."
"I had to confess, Billy, he had me cornered. It's over, Billy. We argued and fought for hours. He want's out. He said he knew something was wrong with me, he said I couldn't really commit to him. He wants the house, and our savings and investments. He says he won't drag this through the courts, or say anything to our family or friends, if I just sign the divorce papers and walk away. I don't know what to do, Billy."
"I'll be right over, Clair. Sit tight." I hung up and got dressed. My mind was abuzz. I was feeling bad for Clair and what she was going through. I was feeling embarrassed for the both of us, we weren't supposed to get caught. I was mad at John for leaving her and hurting her. But, most of all, I was feeling relieved that John was finally out of her life. What did this mean for us? I couldn't help thinking about us.
As I drove to Clair's house, my mind played over and over again what would happen if John came back while I was there. What would he say? Or do?
When I walked in the door, Clair was balling her eyes out on her couch. She got up and ran to me. We embraced in a strong hug, our bodies rocking side to side as she continued to sob. After she calmed a bit, she looked up into my eyes, and I dried her tears and told her everything was going to be OK. My face moved to her's and our lips met for the first time in many weeks. We kissed a long passionate, soft kiss. She continued to sob as we kissed and her salty tears mingled with our wet lips.
"We need to get you out of this house now," I said. "John may be out getting drunk, and he may come back and harm you."
"I don't think so, Billy. When he left, he was emphatic that it was over. In fact, he told me he was seeing someone else, someone from his office. He told me I drove him to it, since I was so distant."
"Well, then you have grounds too, Clair. It's not all on his terms," I said, feeling angry that John cheated on her.
"Billy, he had an affair; you and I have been having an incestuous relationship for ten years. I don't think the courts will see it as tit for tat. Never mind, what our friends and family will say. Not to mention our careers... if this gets out..."
A sinking feeling came over me as Clair talked. Clair was screwed. We were screwed.
"Well, then walk away, Clair. Give him everything he wants. Come live with me. I'll take care of you. If he is true to his word, we'll pretend to the world that your marriage just didn't work out. No one's business why, no one will be the wiser. You'll still have your job, your career, and I've got mine, we can make a new start."
"What, as husband and wife, Billy? How will that work?"
"No, you'd just be living with me while you got your life together. No one will question that. We'll figure out something long term."
"I don't know what to do, Billy."
"Come, let's pack your things. You're coming to my house for now. I have a spare bedroom. We'll figure it out another day."
We quickly packed her car and mine with just her immediate needs; her personal belongings, clothes, shoes, makeup, her computer and stuff she'd need for work. We'd come back another day and get the rest. When we arrived, exhausted, we left most of her stuff still packed in the cars, except what she'd need for her job the next morning. I showed Clair to the spare bedroom. She walked in, put down her suitcase, turned and without a word, closed the door leaving me standing in the hall. Any thoughts of making love to Clair that night left me at that moment. I knew she needed time, this was rough for her.
It was nearly 4:00AM. I went to my room, stripped off my clothes and got into bed. I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned as I wracked my brain on what to do next. I thought about the two of us running away, to a new place, and a new start. We'd both change our names and get married. We could finally live as husband and wife, and out in the open, no more sneaking around. But there were consequences with that plan. Our father was still alive, and it would crush him if we suddenly disappeared. Not to mention our aunts, uncles, cousins, etc... We had a big extended family and we're all pretty close. It's a wonder no one found out about my sister and I, not even a whisper, until John. He better keep his end of the bargain.
I looked at the clock, and it was 5:00AM. I had been lying in bed, unable to sleep, for over an hour, and it was still dark out. I was just about to get up and go for a predawn jog, when I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door.
"Billy, can I come in?"
"Yes, of course, Clair."
Clair hadn't put the hall light on so I couldn't see where she was until I felt her she slip between the sheets. She cuddled up to me and rested her head on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and rested my hand on her hip. She was naked, and whimpering softly on my chest.
"Everything is going to be okay Clair, you'll see," is all I could say, trying to console her. She soon started playing with the hairs of my chest; softly twirling my hairs with her fingers. She then started planting soft kisses on my chest. She traced a line with her fingers down my belly to my cock and wrapped her hands around it and started slowly stroking it. My cock immediately responded.
"Oh Clair, it's been too long since I've felt your hands on me...ohhh...that feels sooo good," I moaned.
I let Clair set the pace, and simply massaged the top of her ass softly as she stroked my hard member.
She stroked it as only Clair can. She has the magic touch and knows all my pleasure points. She cupped the head of my penis with her palm and spun her hand around my cock ridge as if she were opening a jar lid. She slid her palm down the length of the underside of my shaft and grabbed my balls and squeezed with just the right amount of pressure. She lifted my ball sack up and pulled, just the way I like it.
Clair got up on her knees and straddled my left leg, as she always had. My right leg had healed ten years ago, but Clair always uses my left leg, old habits die hard. She ground her pussy lips into my thigh in a gyrating motion. She moved lower to my knee, trailing moisture as she slid to my knee cap. I raised my left leg a little so she would have a perch to prop her pussy on. She ground her clit into my knee cap and humped my knee. Then moved her entire vagina opening over my knee cap and moved in a circular motion as if trying to suck my knee into her pussy. Slowly sliding further down my shin, her pussy left a trail of juice. When she finally rested her pussy on my ankle, she lowered her head to my crotch and sucked me into her mouth.
"Ohhh...haaa...Clair...Oh, how I've missed you...," I exhaled deeply.
She swirled her tongue around my shaft cap, then swallowed my cock whole in one fell swoop. She deep-throated me before coming up for air, then down the length of my shaft again, taking me deeper.
She played my flute like the master flautist she is, attention to the finest details. Clair's tongue danced a sibling flamenco on my shaft only our DNA could decode. As we were in the womb, we were rejoined again as one. My cock and her mouth again trading synapses. My skin tingled with joy.
Clair continued to grind her twat on my leg as her mouth played its repertoire. Her breath was getting heavier and my leg wetter by the second, I knew she was getting close to making her move. Then, as if on cue, as if an invisible conductor had waved his wand, she stopped sucking my cock, and slithered up my leg. Perched above my cock, she nestled its head into her warm leaves, then with a deft move, she impaled herself onto my shaft. Clair knew right where to go; she ground her clit deep into my pelvic bone as she brought my cock home. She moved back up my shaft, tickling her G-spot with my cockhead along the way. She played with my head at her opening, then down again she dove, her clit slamming into my pelvis.
Clair was a master fucker when she rode me, our first, and her favorite position. While I love talking charge and driving the fuck in other positions, this position I let Clair control everything, it's her turn to drive. I simply lay back and enjoy the ride. And that night, she was particularly reckless. Drunk on lust from our hiatus, and her frustrations and anger with John, it was as if she was having makeup sex. She fucked me hard, fast, and furious. As she neared completion, her familiar moans let me know. We always timed our orgasms, getting cues from each others sounds and movements. That night, I only had sound to go on, her movements too erratic for me to pick up the usual cues. I was ready, waiting to explode along with her. She moaned louder and louder, and then, she surprised me with a quick and forceful primal scream as she exploded into orgasm with one big slam of her clit into my pelvic bone. I errupted a second after her, and deposited my seed deep into her womb. Normally we'd be careful to exercise some sort of birth control, but that night, we were careless. Our lust had removed all caution from our thoughts.
Clair lay quivering and quaking on my chest in her post orgasmic state for what seemed like a blissful eternity. She moved her mouth to mine and we kissed softly yet deeply. Exhausted, we both fell asleep. When I awoke, the sun was up and Clair was still was still on top of me, her head nestled into my chest. My cock had slipped out of her sometime during the sleep. I needed to take a wicked piss, so I gently moved Clair off me. She uttered a sleepy moan as I covered her up with the sheet. I took a piss, a shower, and shaved, and then dressed for work. I wet a washcloth with cool water and brought it into my bedroom and gently washed Clair's face. She awoke and smiled. As I dried her face, she said, "You're too good to me, Billy."
"I love you Clair," was all I said. She smiled a knowing smile and then closed her eyes and rolled over as if to continue her sleep.
"I need to go to work, Clair. Are you going into your office today?"
"Yeah, I better get moving," she replied, her eyes still closed.
"Why don't you take the day off, you need a mental health day," I advised.
