Be aware: This is a work of taboo fantasy and the characters are fictional and are 18 years or older. Please leave a comment if you will. Your opinion is valuable for me to keep going. Also, this is a story edited by Kenji Sato.
Chapter: 1
Meeting Lilith
The journey from Madera to Fresno by car lasted no longer than twenty five minutes after Ivy and I left the motel in the morning with my Chevy Impala, my "Black Betty". Widely known as the largest city in the center of California, Fresno was one of the many places I'd never been to before. Recognized as "the Raisin Capital of the World", the region was as wide as the eye could see like most great cities in America. And like most cities, it wasn't traffic-free.
"BEEP, BEEP, BEEEEEP!" sounded the loud honk of the impatient prick driving a Prius behind us, as we were all stuck in a gridlock.
"I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD!" Ivy yelled, pissed off as hell, hanging out of the window on her side of the front seat, cursing and pointing her finger at the guy behind his windshield. "IF YOU HONK ONE MORE FUCKING TIME, I'LL RIP YOUR FUCKING BALLS OFF AND SHOVE 'EM DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROAT!"
"For fuck sake, V!" I exclaimed, exasperated enough as it was, as I reached out with my right hand and grabbed my big sister by the hem of her tight jeans to pull her ass back inside. "Calm the fuck down, it's not worth it."
"The hell it ain't!" she bluntly retorted, fuming like a smoke grenade while struggling against my attempt to keep her inside the car. "We've been stuck here for FIVE FUCKING HOURS! The waiting is fucking killing me!"
"Beating that guy won't get us out of here any faster. Just fucking chill already, we ain't in that much of a hurry."
"That doesn't mean I have to like it!" my sister groaned in reply, before she finally settled down, pouting while staying put with her bare, tattooed arms crossed.
"You know what, sometimes, I wonder if I should've been the older sibling instead of you," I patronized, mainly to distract her from her tantrum.
"Give me a break. I still remember the times I had to change your diapers."
"Funny, I still remember the time Dad bailed you out of jail after you shoplifted a bunch of Hannah Montana stuff at Walmart."
"You still remember that shit?" Ivy replied, no longer thinking about the traffic. "You were what, ten?"
"Eleven, and you were sixteen. Mom and Dad were so pissed, I could hear them yelling at you from my room."
"Yeah, Dad grounded me big time, took away my phone, blocked my bank account and made me do all the chores for three months. Ah, the good old days."
"And yet that didn't stop you from getting into more trouble," I added, as I pressed my foot on the gas to advance, only to stop behind the car in front of us still.
"And I ended up in prison, I know," Ivy admitted, while sounding bittersweet, judging by her tone that quickly turned cheerful. "But we're back together now, that's all that matters. You, me... we'll take on the world and show the finger to anyone who would stand in our way, right?"
"They won't see us coming," I said, smiling at my big sister, who came in closer to cuddle with her head lying on my shoulder.
Snuggled up against me, she grasped my free hand in hers and enjoyed this moment of us alone and free, holding each other's hand in our warm palms. She looked quite nice with a white tank-top, tight enough to define the contours of her buxom breasts, and with her jeans in which her knees were exposed.
The first thing we had done after breakfast was to go shopping in a clothes shop where I bought her all the garments and underwear that she wanted as long as they could fit in the large duffel bag that she chose. That was before we made our next stop at a salon where she wanted to have her hair done by a professional. As a result, not only did her ginger red hair smell good, her hairstyle tied into a thick French braid behind her head suited her perfectly, looking like Angelina Jolie in "Tomb Raider" back in 2001. My guess was she wanted to look her best to pay her special friend, Lilith, a visit where she worked.
We didn't talk much about her during the whole trip to Fresno. Even though my sister and lover slept with another person and started a relationship with her former inmate without telling me after all this time, I forgave her. After all, it's not like she was my property or anything like that. We didn't exactly become a couple after a one night-stand before she was sentenced to prison for ten years. So there was no reason for me to be angry at Ivy, since she gave me free rein to be with anyone I wanted, to begin with.
Yet, in spite of that, I stayed single until the day of her release. Knowing her better than anyone, I could sense that she wanted to talk about what she had revealed to me the previous night. I could tell that the words were on the tip of her tongue, but her lips remained sealed by hesitation. I knew she needed time to debate with her thoughts so that she might figure out what to say to me on the subject. So I waited for as long as she needed.
"Colt, can I ask you something?" my big sis finally asked, while still using my shoulder as a pillow.
"Sure," I simply replied, while having a good idea where the conversation was going.
"Why aren't you mad at me? I feel like you should be mad at me... about me and Lilith."
"Me, mad, nah. After what you've been through, I don't get to be mad at you."
"But why? You stayed single all this time... hell, you didn't even bang with any girl for over a decade. For a long time, I thought you would just yell at me and... you know... leave me, if I told you the truth."
"I would never abandon you," I retorted, as I squeezed her fingers tighter in my hand to emphasis my unconditional love. "You're my sister and I love you. And if it gets down to it, I would die for you in a heartbeat. Because you're all I got. You took care of me, now it's my turn."
"Fuck, Colt, now you've done it," Ivy replied with emotion, as she immediately raised her head up to look at me with misty eyes.
Thus, before I could react, she took my face between her hands and leaned in to kiss me hard on my mouth. Given that no one ahead was moving at all, I kept my foot on the brakes, as I locked my arms around my big sis, holding her tightly. My heart felt as if it was set on fire by gasoline by the time we were languidly pecking on each other's lips more times than I could count, until we started exchanging our saliva in a full-blown make-out session.
During my deployments in the Middle East, I had often dreamed of us together with my car, Betty, riding off into the sunset. Thus, as we were here, reunited and kissing, like Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams in "The Notebook", I couldn't be more fulfilled.
Next thing I knew, we were softly moaning into each other's mouths with our tongues brawling and slithering, our eyes closed. For a while, Ivy kept on holding my head, as we stayed molded to each other until she decided to pull away, breaking off the kiss.
"What are you doing?" I asked, smiling the moment she reached down and proceeded to unzip my pants.
"What does it look like?" Ivy replied, and giggled while busily unbuckling my belt. "I'm bored and I'm in the mood to suck dick. Plus, you've been so sweet that you deserve a treat."
Thus, as she said so, my big sis pulled down my pants followed by my underwear and freed my cock that sprung out semi-erect from my groin.
"Hey there, missed me?" she inquired, talking to my dick like an old friend before she grabbed the bottom of my shaft with her right hand and started jerking me off.
"Ahh, man!" I muttered, stimulated by the pleasure tingling in my freed balls, right before I noticed that the car ahead of us just moved forward. "Shit!"
By the time I stepped on the gas, only to hit the brakes after two meters away, my cock was already fully hard for Ivy to lean over and lick from the root to tip. My eyes widened as her delicate tongue made me shiver with anticipation. And with the head of my dick pointed up at her, she didn't waste any time to take it into her mouth and have her lips sealed around my rod to suck and slobber over it without further ado.
I couldn't help but shudder with my eyes closed, as I laid my hand on the nape of my sister's neck, while she was blowing me with a passion. Her mouth felt as wonderful as the day before, sliding my boner in and out slowly before she popped my meat out of her lips and ran her tongue up and down my shaft. And with each kiss Ivy delivered on my pole of swollen flesh, I could feel the love she was putting behind each sweet peck. She wasn't as voracious or aggressive as the first time she had blown me the other day just an hour after I picked her up from prison. This time, my big sis was taking her time, procuring as much pleasure as she could give me. It was as if she wanted to show me how much she adored me, just as much as I adored her.
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Almost an hour later, after Ivy happily gobbled up my load upon busting my nut in her mouth, we were finally freed from the traffic as soon as I left the highway. Thus, we made a quick stop at Chick-fil-A to fill our bellies before driving to the motel that suited us best, the "University Inn". The two pools were nice, and the room that was available to us was fine with a king-size bed, a flat-screen TV and a stand-up shower in the bathroom.
As it turned out, my big sister's friend, Lilith, worked at a strip club named, "The Gentleman's Haven". And so for tonight, Ivy decided to change clothes in the main room, as I was lying down on the bed after hours on the highway. Yet, despite my fatigue, I couldn't resist watching my big sister shed her clothes off, revealing her athletic body gifted with all the assets of a PAWG with her panties stretched out by her ample ass.
By the time she finished dressing herself up with her new garments, she looked drop-dead gorgeous clad in a tight-fitting tank-top cut short below her chest, exposing the skin of her toned midriff packed with noticeable abs. As for down below, she was wearing black leather pants that seemed so tight that they might as well have been molded to her shapely legs and stocky thighs, all the way up to the enticing curves of her wide, prominent hips. Next, the jacket she put on her shoulders was made of tough leather in shades of black and brown, adorned with decorative studs of silver along with crimson red patterns from the hem to the collar all open for her protruding breasts to remain free from the confinement of a zipper.