This is the next chapter in a series that chronicles the exploits of a brother and sister that found themselves getting to know each other a lot better than they ever thought they would, so if you get halfway down this page and aren't quite sure what the hell is going on here, I suggest you start from the beginning with
Cramped In The Closet.
I wrote the first one just to see if I could write a decent story and now I'm just having fun with it. USUAL DISCLAIMER: All persons depicted in this story are eighteen years or older and there are some explicit descriptions of incest and other freaky stuff, so if that doesn't do it for you then this probably isn't the story for you. Otherwise, enjoy. -Ampersand
So, how the hell did we get here?
I was on the floor, breathless, drenched in sweat, next to my older sister after I (accidentally, mind you) just filled her ass with the second biggest load of my life. The biggest load of my life I one-pump-chumped into her pussy not minutes before (also an accident, I swear.)
Let's catch you up; a crowd of family and friends were over to surprise my Dad for his birthday and we were forced to hide together in a closet crammed alongside boxes of things Mom couldn't seem to live without. Asses were rubbed on cocks, cocks did what cocks are wont to do and, to put it plainly, mistakes were made. This is really a lesson on the durability of accordion closet doors. Make sure they are fuck-proof, or you too could be subjected to public humiliation when your friends and loved ones gather around the closet moments before you break through it, literally riding your sister on a tsunami of boxes.
So that's how it was. Rachel and I, panting and thoroughly fucked, in both the literal and metaphorical sense, as everyone stood around us, mouths agape, eyes wide, trousers tented and cheeks flushed.
On the bright side the big surprise went fairly well, I mean, from my vantage point Dad certainly looked surprised. His face rapidly changed from expressions of shock, to unbridled rage when he looked at me, then bit of shame when he finally acknowledged my sister, half naked, her breasts heaving, body drenched in sweat, pussy and ass leaking my cum onto the beige carpet. I looked over at her and she looked back with glassy eyes as she twitched with the aftershocks of our explosive finale. She gave me a slight smile and slowly struggled to her feet, avoiding eye contact with anyone as she made to leave the room.
"I need a shower" she mumbled matter of factly as she passed through the ring of family members with a bit of a wobble, not bothering to pull her tank top back down over her tits, or hide the stream of cum that was running down the back of her leg.
As she passed by Uncle Frank he hiccuped mid drag of his cigarette and coughed violently, all the while his eyes followed the bounce of her titties and the smooth shape of her tight ass she stumbled away.
Unbelievable. She didn't even try to help explain any of this before bailing on me.
Like it was no big deal that we just fucked to a rather spectacular finish right in front of a very large percentage of the people we know and love!
Like all of this is just another day in the life in our family!
Like Mom isn't going to completely lose her shit over the fact that we broke the closet door and trashed a bunch of her 'valuable belongings!'
It was just me, still sitting on the floor grinning like an idiot with my shorts around my ankles while everyone expected an explanation. Believe me, I tried. I pulled parts of every physics lesson I ever paid attention to explaining the effects of gravity and friction and I made some heavy assumptions that everyone knew the effects the latter can have on a young man's anatomy. But my reasoning quickly ran out of steam and after a minute of incomprehensible rambling I trailed off and waited for something to happen. The only response i received was an awkward cough and a few neighbors backed out of the circle and milled about. Everyone seemed as unsure of what to do as I was.
Uncle Frank was content to finish his cigarette while awkwardly adjusting the bulge in his pants before Dad snatched it out of his mouth and put it out in the drink he was holding. He then looked at me on the floor, surveyed the balloons and decorations, nodded in affirmation of some unspoken thought and left the room. The fact that he didn't come back was a pretty damn good sign that he wanted to avoid this just as much as I did. Mom, however, was transfixed on me, well, an exposed and rapidly softening part of me, until I sheepishly stood up and pulled my gym shorts back on. When there was nothing left to ogle (and I had finished blocking out the memory that Mom was just actively ogling my cock), she turned her attention the remains of the closet. As soon as she let out an anguished wail about the state of her knick-knacks I promptly made my escape to the relative safety of my room, frantically swinging the door closed behind me.
I was waiting for Dad to come in and kick my ass or for Mom to scream in my face and tell me what a degenerate I am and how I had raped my sister. Or maybe the cops were already on their way and I was going to prison. What actually happened was so much worse.
Nothing.
No one so much as raised their voice to me. This was a very very very bad sign. Calm cool and collected parents when I know I just fucked up means a shit-storm was on the horizon.
Fuck.
Shit.
Shitfuck.
Maybe an announcement would be made that the party had been canceled due to incest.
The party wasn't canceled, per se, but it wasn't really a party after that. I could still hear people milling about down the hall, but there wasn't a whole lot of talking going on. The occasional happy birthday sentiment for my MIA father and the cake cutting seemed halfhearted at best. Of course Mom insisted that everyone had some, because I'm pretty sure she had gone bat-shit crazy(well, crazier,anyway). It seems that Rachel and I weren't the only ones that wanted to actively avoid Mom's wrath, because when I dared go to my door and peek down the hall, I witnessed what had to have been the most awkward collective eating of cake in human history. Slow and stunned bites of over-sweetened frosting were had while everyone looked everywhere but in each other's direction. As soon as that uncomfortable party obligation had been fulfilled people started giving excuses as to why they needed to leave. "Long drive" "We need to get back for the sitter" "early day tomorrow," the usual outs that people use when they just want to leave, but don't want to come across as rude.
I figured witnessing a family fuck-fest was a pretty good excuse to bail, but, hey, I don't know much about party etiquette.
The final nail in this party's coffin would probably have been when Rachel finished her shower. When she came out of the bathroom she casually walked across the living room wearing nothing but a mischievous grin, her hair done up in a towel. Without saying a word, without an ounce of shame on her face, with perhaps the slightest hint of wiggle in her walk and an accentuated jiggle of her breasts she made sure to grab some cake before walking back through the stunned audience and deliberately past Frank, his caked-filled mouth left hanging open. I swear she even brushed her fingertips across the front of his pants as she passed. She spotted me peeking from my doorway as she came down the hall and made sure that I saw her licking icing from her fork seductively and giggling before stopping across the hall at her bedroom door. I had been inside her twice and i still hadn't seen her this exposed before. She was stunning. Huge blue eyes that would drive anyone crazy, perfect smile on a face peppered with freckles, soft skin just tan enough, perfect perky C-cups capped with finger tip sized nipples that begged to be played with, the slightest hint of curves on her athletic frame coming down and forming a perfectly round, tight ass, and above all else the neat and trimmed light colored hair that led in between her legs to a place I desperately wanted to get back to. The look she gave me coming down the hall seemed loaded with so much more than the lustful exhibition she just put on for everyone else. I could tell she wanted to say so much to me, but she didn't really know how, or where to even start. I didn't know where to start either.
