The night at the farm was the beginning of a heated and extended relationship between Carl and I. For the first couple of weeks I would wake up in the middle of the night, the bed soaked with my sweat and juices from dreams of him, and I would wake him in early morning hours for long sessions of lovemaking. There was a passion in our relationship that I’m sure few others have ever experienced. We were constantly enthralled by the excitement of our taboo pleasures. We made routine reference to the fact that we were brother and sister throughout our lovemaking. He continued to tell me how much our mother had wanted this, how she had dreamed of witnessing her children accepting their fate together.
After a few weeks it was obvious that we should move in together, the distance between us was impossible emotionally even for the short drive from my house back to the family farm. We decided that it was important that I move back to the farm. There was a sexual energy in that place, unmatched by any place I’ve ever encountered. My feminine touch helped the old place out greatly. Carl and I almost constantly embroiled in sexual ecstasy. Neither of us worked, we were well provided for by the family trust, though we still labored for hours every day.
After some months together, I presented an idea I had to Carl. “I’ve been thinking about Uncle Kevin.”
“Yeah?”
“Remember when I first came to you? I wasn’t interested in having sex with you. I know that it’s hard to remember a time like that. But you remember, don’t you? You told me that this was my legacy, my destiny. Well, it wasn’t just my destiny, or yours. Kevin is part of the legacy as well, and he’s been a long time without.”
“Charlene, do you want to bring Kevin in with us?”
“Yes.”
“What makes you think that he’d be interested? He feels badly about what happened between him and mom, and even worse about what happened between mom and our grandfather.”
“And he should, but not because he was having sex with his sister. He has to realize that he was wrong because he didn’t take care of the child that he made, not because his sister turned him on.”
“And you think that fucking you will make him realize that?”
“I think that it will make him realize, as you made me realize, that it’s who he is. He’s gotten away from himself, and he’s been unhappy for a long time because of it.”
“How do you plan on making him realize this?”
I opened my legs, and showed my pussy to my brother; “Have you already forgotten?”
“Ha, no. When are we going to see him?”
“I’ll go tomorrow, alone. Shame may stop him if you’re there, it will be easier with me alone.”
“Okay, I think your right. I also think that I need to taste that pussy.”
“You’re so crude!” I said, as he dropped down to his knees in front of my chair. He pulled my short robe up my thighs with his teeth, and leaned away for a moment, he loved to look at my pussy. He used one finger to gently stroke my clit and I shuddered almost instantly. He brought his free hand to my pussy from underneath, and used it to spread my pussy wide. I felt my juices drip from my hot pussy down to my tight ass, then down to the chair and pooling there, so that I could feel the juices on the bottom of my thighs. He stuck his long tongue into my twitching hole, and began to manipulate my g-spot with it. I pushed down on his head until I was sure that he was going to suffocate. He moved his tongue between my wet hole and my throbbing clit. I twisted in the chair; almost slipping out of it because of all my juices that had made it very slippery. He brought me to the point were I was going to cum, and then moved down to my ass. I pouted for a second, but then he stuck his tongue at least three inches into my ass and began to wiggle it back and forth, up and down, in and out, I almost exploded with orgasm. He replaced his tongue with a long middle finger, and used the index finger of the same hand to invade my now unspeakably wet pussy while he sucked my clit as far as it would go into his mouth. I thrashed, I could hear my juices rush out every time that his hand moved, I arched my back so far that the chair began to tip. Carl realized that I was falling, and tried to react, but it was too late, the chair and I tumbled back. Carl jumped to me, asking if I was all right. “Eat my fucking pussy, now!” I demanded. He chuckled and started licking my pussy again. He licked with the full length of his tongue, back and forth, up and down, left, right, up down, hard, very hard. The chair had fallen next to my head, and I could see my juices dripping from the seat down to the floor, I arched my head to save my sweet juices from going to waste on the floor. I laughed to myself at how dirty I could be. As I savored the last drop of my thick, heady juices, Carl pressed his tongue hard into my bud. I quaked and vibrated with orgasm. Carl teasingly continued to lick me as I screamed with ecstasy and tried to wiggle away. I could actually hear my juices splash as he drove his tongue in and out of my hole. He relented after much begging on my part.