**This is the next installment of Bunking with Becca.
She stood so close that Jack could smell the sweet scent of her hair. It probably shouldn't have made him feel as exposed as it did, based on their previous intimacy. Her long ponytail hung at an odd angle from the way she turned her head to gaze out the window. She would have surely lost her balance if it wasn't for his hips. Becca was watching mom load hyper kids and toys into the car. Upon noticing how tall Kevin was getting, Jack quickly became distracted by the view in front of him. Becca had left her zip up hoodie open just enough that the low-cut top underneath was the only barrier. With his heart beginning to thump, his eyes flicked between her slender neck and cleavage. He was glad he could finally feel her again. Revealing cell phone pics she'd send him were nice, but her touch; her proximity was best. Loose stones crunched as the car pulled away, allowing Becca to return to him. She'd changed her nose ring to a modest diamond stud. Jack found the courage from somewhere to slide his hands around her and pull her even tighter. Her smile morphed into a seductive glare before their mouths met. Theirs was a kiss that was slow and passionate, and long overdue.
"You missed these lips, didn't you?"
"And much more," Jack said as he squeezed her waist and sucked her tongue.
Struggling to breathe through her nose, Becca dropped away from the kiss and onto her knees. The carpet forgave her for wearing ripped jeans.
"Nice lips for kissing, aren't they?" she said, unbuckling his belt.
Jack didn't answer her rhetorical question. He would have been content to make out for a while longer, though in truth, he'd been fantasising about this moment for weeks. He looked out the window to make sure they were truly alone. It wouldn't do to be caught in this position; one of his favourites. They didn't have the cover of trees or the isolation of the back fields now. Cool air greeted his freed cock. Becca really did look beautiful from his elevated perspective. There was something about the top of her cute nose, the way her fringe sat and ponytail swung. Tranquil eyes gazed up at him as she spat saliva onto her palm. He sighed as moist fingers curled around his erection. Stroking him, her breath felt good as she spoke.
"How was work today?"
"Long. Tiring," he groaned.
Her face felt as good as it looked; and he loved feeling it this way. The nerves of his undershaft fired as his veiny meat rested across her cool skin.
"Well," she said, manoeuvring and licking away precum. "We have to do something about that."
Jack gasped as he once again visited Becca's loving mouth. Thick slippery lips and a busy tongue were a dangerous combination. A technique of Becca's he had come to know. But that all stopped after his nephews came along. For years afterwards, the pair became ordinary, everyday siblings -- family outings, innocent hugs, nothing more. He bent his knees and grabbed her ponytail, feeding her more dick. He wasn't alarmed by her gagging -- after all, she was wearing her choker. She groaned as she kept her rhythm. Strings of fluid drooled from her mouth as she rapidly pleasured him with her hand.
"Cum on my face!"
"In...In your mouth."
"Soo boring," she said, half wanking him against mischievous lips.
Her lips were divine and Jack hadn't cum in many days.
"Oh, Becca!..Fucking lovvveee you!"
A line of white cream splattered below her nose before she quickly sealed his cockhead. Jack resisted the urge to shut his pleasure filled eyes. He gazed down at the pretty face as shot after shot filled her mouth. The diamond nose stud sparkled as she squeezed the final drops from him. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Still on her knees, she looked up and swallowed. 'What a girl!'
"Yummy! My turn to feed you now."
Jack offered her a big hand and pulled her to her feet. He thumbed away some persistent sperm from the corner of her mouth and kissed her.
***
Sitting at the small kitchen table, Jack watched his sister tend to the frying pan. Exotic spices filled both the room and his nostrils. She'd taken off her hoodie, allowing red bra straps to be easily visible through her white tank top. Red highlights in her hair were fading, unlike the black ink marking her arms and slightly exposed lower back. Light blue denims did a great job of displaying her gorgeous ass. Jack tore his eyes away from her enticing figure.
"The question you asked me earlier," he said. "About work - It's actually going pretty well."
"Oh yeah?" she said, keeping her attention on the stir-fry.
"Less manual labour and more management duties. Hopefully a fully-fledged project manager by the end of the year, if all goes well."
"That's awesome, Jack! She said with a beaming smile. "I'm really happy for you."
"Food smells great."
"Thanks, I think it's turning out ok. You know, someday you're gonna have to cook for me."
"Me? Cook?" Jack said. "I'll take you out for dinner instead. Somewhere real fancy."
Becca's choker was visible again as she half turned her head.
"You don't think that'd be weird? The two of us going out like that. Like a date?"
Jack gazed at her. He stood up and strode up behind her.
"No," he said. "But I guess this would be."
He slid his hands up her top and felt the stiff material of her bra cups. He gently squeezed the meat within. It brought back a pleasant memory. The origin of their sin. It was some distant summer vacation, after a day at the beach. Mom and dad had left them in the hotel room and headed down to the bar. Jack remembered his sister teasing him about how he'd been staring at her bikini all day. Jack couldn't help it. Though his sister, she was still a hot eighteen year old in a tight, little bathing suit. 'You can feel them if you want to?' was her unbelievable offer. It didn't take long before Jack was physically worshiping her young breasts. Having driven him wild with her chest, Jack appreciated how Becca mercifully relieved him with her hand. Things would never be the same after Ibiza.
Leaning back into him, her butt swivelled against his groin.
"How are you hard again so soon?"
"I have a very hot sister."
Continuing to work her soft denim butt, Becca seemed to enjoy his words.
"I still turn you on after all these years?"
"Of course. Only difference is now you're a milf."
"Crap!" she said, sliding back to the other sweating meat.
She brought the spoon up over her shoulder after blowing it cool.
"Taste it for me."
His hands now on her oval belt buckle, he lowered his head and swallowed the food.
"Perfect."
Becca playfully slapped his hands away from her loosened belt. She faced him and rubbed his crotch.
"Time to refuel. Go set the table and I'll dish this up for us."
***
"I can't! It's not ladylike," Becca said as she sipped orange juice.
"Come on, we always used to see who could do it the loudest!"
