Darlene and Jac

Jack sat at the bar laughing uproariously. He always became quite the extrovert when he had been at the bar for an hour. He was telling the dirtiest jokes he could think of because, in his intoxicated opinion, they were always the funniest. A few people snickered here and there, but it was more because of Jack's behavior than the quality of his jokes. As Jack plopped back down on the barstool, Darlene had walked in through the door, looking irritated at his drunkenness.

Darlene was Jack's stepsister. Jack had moved in with her after his girlfriend threw him out because of his wild antics. Not wanting him to be out on the street, she allowed him to move in with her. She found herself regretting that decision as she had to take on the role of his designated driver. One of the patrons whistled at Darlene, admiring her appearance.

Darlene had stunning blonde hair. It was long and seemed even bright against her sun kissed skin. She wore a black dress with thin straps on her shoulders. It hugged her body close, accentuating the shapeliness of her form. She ignored the other patrons and hit Jack's shoulder with her purse. "Let's go jerk," she said.

Jack looked at her with confusion. "What did I do?" he asked, "And why are you dressed so fancy?"

"I had to leave a work dinner to come get your drunk ass," she said.

"I'll be fine," he said, "I'm with my good buddies. Go on back to your work thing."

Darlene looked at him with annoyance. "Name one person in this bar," she challenged.

Jack turned around in circles a couple of times. "Okay. I don't know anyone," he said, "I can get to know them though."

She grabbed his arm and pulled him along. "Let's go," she said. She got Jack into her car and began to drive him home. "It's no wonder Cheryl gave you the boot," she said.

Jack was silent for a while in the car. He would occasionally look over at her. His eyes sometimes tracing the contours of her body. Darlene was one of those rare beauties that no one could help admiring from afar. "I'm sorry about everything," he said.

"I know you are," she said, "We will just get you in bed so you can sleep it off."

When they arrived, he wobbled from left to right as he went inside. "I appreciate you doing all this for me Darlene," he said. Jack unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side. Darlene's eyes studied him as he walked on ahead, secretly admiring his muscular back. The truth is that Darlene had always been attracted to Jack, though she hated herself for it. She had always felt drawn to the animal masculinity of his body. Even now, as he went into her guest room and sat down on the bed, his sculpted torso on display, she longed for him. She always knew it was not a desire she could ever act on, so she settled for just having him in her life, enjoying the arousal and fantasies conjured up by his presence.

"I just hope you start changing your life for the better," she said, "I'm going to go back for the work dinner." Darlene turned around and began to walk away, allowing Jack to check out her ass in that tight black dress.

Jack got up and walked behind her. "Hold on a second," he said. He grabbed her arm gently.

"Why?" she asked.

"I don't know," he said, "I just feel like I'd miss you is all. Is there any way I can get you to stay?"

Darlene sighed. "Fine," she said, "Maybe we can put on a movie or something." She hoped it would make him fall asleep and she could slip back to the dinner.

They sat down together on the couch and Darlene put a movie on. Jack put his arm around Darlene. At first, she felt reticent, but allowed herself to rest her head gently on his shoulder. As they sat together, Darlene's hand would sometimes start to move on its own, rubbing his chest slightly. Jack took notice and returned the gesture by slightly stroking her arm. Darlene felt her mind getting foggy with her fantasies as her fingers traced his chiseled chest. Her eyes went down and noticed the bulge pushing up against his pants. Darlene's eyes widened and she became nervous.

"I've got to go," she said as she rushed to get up.

"No, you don't," he replied and, using her arm, pulled her into his lap. He pressed his lips against hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth in a passionate kiss. His arms wrapped around her hips as his bulge began to grind against her.

"We shouldn't do this," she said breaking the kiss.

"We aren't blood Darlene," he said, "This is all perfectly right and natural." He began to plant kisses down the side of her neck as his hands grabbed her round ass, squeezing it as his bulge continued to rub against her. Darlene felt herself get totally absorbed in the moment and forgot reality. She tugged the straps from her shoulders and let her dress slip down, exposing her full breasts.

Jack's kisses traveled down to her breasts. He placed his kisses chaotically on to them as his mouth searched for her nipple. Once he found it, he began to lick circles around it as he sucked on it. His hands pulled her dress up, exposing her panties. He tugged them down with one hand and began to rub her bare ass.

Darlene's breathing grew heavier with each movement. Her hand travelled down his abs and rubbed the concealed, throbbing member. She felt herself becoming more turned on as he started to thrust into her hand, making her imagine his cock inside of her. Her finger traced the top of his pants, hesitating to go further.

Jack, drunk and without any internal restraint, undid his pants and tugged them and his boxers down, kicking them off to the side. Darlene began to stroke his bare cock, noting the warm smoothness of the skin, and the hardness of his shaft. She felt her pussy aching for him.

Jack pulled her panties off and began to rub his throbbing shaft against the folds of her pussy, grinding against her still. She kissed his lips passionately and moaned into his mouth as he finally thrusted his cock into her. Her body quaked with each aggressive thrust, making her breasts bounce as she remained in his lap.

"Oh my god! It's really happening," she said, "You are actually fucking me!"

He grasped her hips and began to pump his cock into her faster, stretching the walls of her pussy with his manhood pulsing inside of her. She felt his balls slapping against her as one hand clawed its way up her back and began to pull on her hair.

Darlene moaned uncontrollably as she felt her pussy spasming against his cock. All at once she climaxed, but he continued to ram into her, letting her pussy milk the seed from his cock. She felt his hot cum fill her up inside.

Shortly after, Jack passed out on the couch, worn down from their intercourse and his drunkenness.

The next morning had affected Darlene tremendously. Her fantasy was no longer a fantasy, and the guilt and shame of having been so intimate with her stepbrother was overtaking her. When Jack entered the kitchen that morning, Darlene interrupted him and told him he needed to move out immediately. He tried to talk to her, but she only cut him off and continued to insist he move out immediately. He relented, and they have not spoken since.