Thanks for reading. All characters are 18 or over, and this work is purely fictional. It involves brother/step-sister incest. If that is not your thing, feel free to click away! I wrote this story for myself, but hope you enjoy.
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The flight with its connector really wasn't too bad, and the drive through the greenery of upstate South Carolina (once off the Interstate) was relaxing. But the entire process of flight these days is such an aggravation, that Johnathan was feeling 'about half past dead' when he finally pulled into the Hilton. He had reason to feel better when he walked into the lobby, as he was surprised to find Ms. Ashlynn Luker waiting for him, a smile on her face!
It had been a few months since his stepsister, Ashlynn, had left the panhandle region for school. Johnathan was nearby on business, and while he had intended to contact her via the app, seeing her waiting for him was a pleasant sight, indeed. Standing five-foot-three-inches tall, straight dirty-blonde hair and baby-blues intact. Ashlynn had maybe gained a few pounds, JUST enough to enhance those curves. "Well, well...aren't you a pleasant surprise," he said, wolf-smile intact.
"Well....Mom told me you were in town, and I guessed you'd be here. I mean, I don't see you as the Red Roof Inn type."
He flashed the wolf-smile again and said, "Well, you're right there. You can either wait for me in the bar, and I'll cover your drinks, or let me get checked in, and we can check out the room when I can carry my stuff up."
"Oh, I'll wait," Ashlynn replied.
In the elevator, he noticed she had a bag with her, but said nothing. "You know, I had intended to contact you via the app."
"Well, I'm almost never on it anymore. School and being a full-time mommy are pretty exhausting"
The elevator stopped at the top floor, and they found our way to his -- or their? -- room; decently-sized, with a good view of the mountains behind us. The place had a clean 'industrial' vibe to it, and he noticed Ashlynn smiling. "Tell you what; I'll front you fifty dollars for babysitting services, and let's go see how the shower works."
"Hmm..." she responded, stepping over and unbuckling my belt. "That sounds good. I can trust you to pay what's fair, but yes, let's get that 'travel-dirt' off you." And gave him a kiss. It had been awhile, and Johnathan liked her taste.
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The room had no bathtub; rather, a step-in shower. The shower head was not directly overhead, but still had a nice angle to it. Johnathan had to admit, having a gorgeous woman, almost seventeen years your junior, wash you is a wonderful experience...Hilton should offer it as a reward to their best customers! Ashlynn had carefully, yet firmly, washed his balls and was soaping that area just behind them in slow, circular motions, making him groan.
"Well someone sure likes this," she said, with a grin.
"Yeah well, it's been a while, and damn, you do that well. Ahhh..." he replied.
"I do have to say, your dick is a nice one, and I must admit, I've been thinking about this part of you all day," Ashlynn said. After rinsing it off with a warm washcloth, she knelt down, saying, "Good and clean, just as I prefer it." And with that, she took him fully into her mouth. No tongue, nothing in the cheek, just straight back into her throat. It HAD been a while, Johnathan wasn't lying, and he quickly found himself pumping her face, hand on her head, dick in her throat.
One of Ashlynn's many skills was that of being able to deepthroat, and it felt wonderful to have hot water cascading off Johnathan's back, his cock in this gorgeous woman's throat, his balls on her chin. The 'ghwack, ghwack,' slurping sounds were almost too much, especially with those doe eyes looking up at him, so with a long groan he pulled out, and helped her to her feet, needing to maintain control. "My turn to wash," he told her, and with his devilish boy-like grin, he then began to enjoy soaping and washing this woman to whom Johnathan was so powerfully drawn.
Her eraser-like nipples were fully erect, and he liked the look on her face, as he tugged and tweaked them. It was her turn to moan, as Johnathan happily suckled those little hard lumps, flicking them with his tongue. He followed the washcloth with kisses as he made his way down, over her bellybutton, through her pubes. Her labia opened and she gasped, "AHH-JOHN..!!!" It was the first time he had tasted her in months, and Ashlynn Luker tasted as incredible as ever.
Her hips were starting to move as he licked her, she was rubbing that luscious cunt on his face. Quickly, her moans went to small yelps. In one movement Johnathan stood, pushed Ashlynn against the tiled wall, lifted one leg, and slid right in. The feeling of her body yielding to him was intense. Ashlynn moaned, "Yesssss..." as he fucked her this way, thrusting powerfully into his stepsister.
He knew he was doing it right when she not only returned the kiss, but wrapped her arms around his neck. After several minutes of being power-fucked against the shower wall, Ashlynn pulled up, wrapped the other leg around her lover, and hooked her ankles behind his back. He was holding her ass, as she said, "That's right Johnathan...y-you FUCK ME like this..." and began using her thighs and arms to clench and lift, moving up and down on that cock to which she was so addicted.
Until this moment, Johnathan was not aware that holding a woman off the ground while she fucks you in the shower was a bucket-list item, but nowhe knew! Ashlynn Luker was INTO it, flexing and squeezing her thighs, arms, and kegels to work his dick, and the feeling was incredible. She must have known he was about to pop because she released her legs, and as she moved down to her knees, and turned him so that the water was on his back. Needless to say, it took like three good pumps and a lick, and with a loud groan, Johnathan Roberts dumped several wonderful spurts of goo, properly coating HIS woman's pretty face.
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They were laying in the bed, his paid stepsister having toweled me off -- after washing her face, of course. Either Ashlynn Luker was into earning the pay, or REALLY wanted him, because as soon as they were at the bed, she pushed him onto his back, and climbed on top. Johnathan was thankfully sure it was latter -- at least that's what he chose to believe, as she had only to line up his stiffy, and she was so sufficiently wet that he went right in, groaning deservedly, of course.
"Ohhh...Damn Johnathan..." she groaned, then finally asked, "How long has it been?"