Lita lay in bed, eyes still closed but a smile upon her face as the haze of sleepiness was being slowly swept away by what had become a morning ritual: Carlos was giving her the happiest of wake-up calls. Yes, sometimes it was the other way around, but today, it was he who was servicing her orally. She stretched as good vibrations swept over the entirety of her body. "Good morning, lover," she softly spoke.
Carlos lifted his head just long enough to say, "Good morning, lover," in return before once again placing his mouth on the only pussy he desired: his sister's. As he sucked her two-inch clit, he was both happy and sad. Lita and he had become lovers over a month ago, but in two weeks she would be returning to college for Fall Semester. Would he be expected to remain abstinent in her absence? Could he? Would she do the same? These were questions for a conversation gaining in inevitability. All he could do now was to enjoy their new-found love for one another while she yet remained.
"Ooohhh, I'm almost there," Lita whispered. "Don't stop,
hermano
. Oh, please!" and she came, her pussy lactating its thick issuance into his mouth. Ever the dutiful lover, Carlos lapped up every bit.
He stood and lay on the bed—he was already naked—and Lita took him into her mouth. A smile grew upon Carlos's face as he enjoyed what no other woman could do as well as his sister. Her mouth was magic, and Carlos appreciated everything she was doing for him. After about five minutes, Carlos said, "Lay down,
hermanita
. I need to be inside you."
Carlos lay on his left side, then Lita snuggled close to him. He lifted her right leg, then slowly inserted his cock into her. "Mmmmmmm," Lita moaned as she took the entirety of Carlos's dick. She remembered how it had taken almost three weeks before she could testify to this fact, as big and long as it was, but now, he could give her every inch of it and it did not pain her. She moved her fingers to her clit and began to rub.
"I was so hard for you this morning,
hermanita
. I thought Mama would never leave."
"She is gone now, and things are as they should be," Lita responded.
They both lightly moaned as they shared their love and lovemaking.
It was not uncommon for Linita Rodriguez to bring work home with her, as she had done last night. She was a highly respected paralegal whose dedication to her employers had never gone unnoticed. Before leaving for work this morning, she printed off the final copies of a case she was currently working on, yet when she arrived at the office, she saw she was one page shy: The last page, the signature page. She raced home to retrieve it from the printer basket.
Once having done so, she made to leave, but thought she would check in on her children first. She went to Carlos's room, but it was vacant. She heard light talking coming from Lita's room, so she walked down the lushly carpeted hall and stuck her head inside the door, but she was not prepared for the image that greeted her.
Lita was lying on her side, Carlos behind her. Their eyes were closed, and smiles were upon their faces as they engaged in sex; he was slowly moving his erect penis in and out of his sister's vagina as she masturbated her clitoris. Linita fell back against the wall as she invoked the holy Madonna, appalled at the sight, yet unable to look away. Carlos moved his hand from Lita's belly to her breast and pinched her nipple. "
Te quiero, hermano
," Lita whispered.
"I love you too,
hermanita
," Carlos replied.
"I need to feel you cum in me," Lita said. "Fill my pussy with your cum, Carlos."
"Oh Lita, I'm almost there," Carlos responded breathily, and after another five seconds, "Unnhhhhh!" and aside from his moans of pleasure, the only sounds to be heard were the squishy noises of his cock entering and exiting her pussy.
Linita gained enough composure to stealthily race down the hallway and out the door where she entered her vehicle and made her way back to work. Once there, she really was not there at all as her mind was filled with visions of what she had just lay witness to.
Mi hijo y hija
were having sex
, she thought. She didn't know if she wanted to cry. She felt like she could, but she held the tears at bay
. His cock was moving in and out of her so slowly, and it was huge
.
Bigger than Miguel's
.
How could Lita accommodate such a large thing
?
She collected the papers for the contract, stapled them, and placed them on Mr. Velazquez's desk before returning to her own.
And what of Lita, mi hija
?
Was that truly her clitoris she was rubbing at
?
It was massive
,
and the more she rubbed it, the more she came
.
"... sample reports?"
How does such a beautiful little pussy accommodate a monstrous cock such as Carlos's
?
"Linita! Ms. Rodriguez!"
"What?" Linita answered as she was violently pulled from her thoughts.
"I have asked you three times now if you have received from the county those core sample reports."
"Oh, no, Mr. Villanova," she responded. "They should be here by noon."
"Are you feeling okay today, Linita," Mr. Villanova asked, genuinely concerned. "Your behavior today is very uncharacteristic of you. You forget a document at home, and you are spacing out here."
"I think I might be coming down with something," she lied to him. It wasn't the first time, and she was good at it, so why should he question her?
"Coming down with something, eh?" He said in thoughtful prose. "Perhaps you should take your leave until it passes then."
"I'm sure that won't be necessary," she said in way of ending the discussion, but,
"You have more than enough sick days accrued. Take a couple off and come back when you feel better."
"But—"
"That is an order, Linita. Go home. I'll see you on Thursday."
She collected her things and got into her car. Did she really want to go home? Could she look her children in the eye, knowing what she knew about them? What if they were still having sex? Could she bear to walk in on that again? "Oh, what am I to do?" she asked herself. What could she do? She started the car and made her way home.
Linita walked in the front door to find Lita watching TV. "What are you doing home so early, Mama?" Lita asked.
"Where is your brother?" was Linita's only response.
"Where else? Working with his computers," Lita replied.
Linita stood there for a moment, then went into her room.
Lita knew this behavior was not indicative of her mother. They had always shared a good relationship in that they were confidants who could talk about anything to one another, so armed with this, Lita went to her mother's room and knocked on the closed door.
"Yes?" Linita called.
"It is Lita. May I come in?"
"
Si
,
hija
."
Lita entered, hopped onto her mother's bed, sat next to her, and said, "Mama, something is troubling you, I can tell. Care to talk about it?"
Linita looked at her daughter, wanting so desperately to address the actions of Lita and Carlos earlier this morning, but held her tongue. Instead, she said, "I received a disturbing revelation today,
hija
, and I am just trying to cope with it."
"Were you fired?" Lita asked. "Is this why you are home from work so early?"
"No, no. Nothing like that," Linita answered. "I just ... Please, Lita. Before I can find the strength to talk about it, I must further rationalize it."
"I am here for you when you need me," Lita told her. She kissed her mother's cheek, rolled off the bed, and exited the room, closing the door behind her. She walked to the living room and turned off the TV, then made her way to Carlos's office, which was in the garage. She entered, locked the door, then made her way to the sofa as she said, "Something's wrong with Mama. She's home from work early and she is visibly troubled, but she won't tell me what the problem is."
"Ah, who knows?" Carlos said without the benefit of looking at his sister when he spoke.
"I don't think I've ever seen her like this," Lita said as she pulled her panties off. She then lifted her skirt and cocked her legs wide.
"Maybe she got passed over for a promotion or something," Carlos responded as he soldered some wires to a motherboard. Lita patted her pussy three times, hard enough so that the sound echoed through the garage, but, "She'll talk about it when she's ready."
"A-
HEM
!" Lita finally said, causing Carlos to look in her direction.
With a smile on his face, Carlos said, "So, my sister comes to provide me with a pleasant distraction. Who am I to refuse such a gracious gift?" He placed the soldering iron on his work table and immediately made his way to her. As always, he placed his mouth between her legs. He loved Lita's pussy. Just the thought of it made him drool and gave him a hard-on. He removed his clothing as he flailed his tongue inside her, then pushed her legs up and began sucking her butthole, which he loved equally as much.
"Oh, I will never tire of your tongue, Carlos, but sometimes I just want to feel your dick deep inside of me." She knew this to be true, especially since she had begun being able to take all of him inside her.
Carlos scooped Lita up, then lay where she had been. She steadied herself above his cock, then slowly eased herself onto it. "Lita. Dear God. It is more beautiful every time I enter you." She smiled sweetly at him, then closed her eyes as she enjoyed another session of lovemaking with her brother.
Linita came out of her room. She thought if she were to speak with her children separately—Lita first, then Carlos—then the shock of it all would not be so bad, but Lita was not in the living room. She went to Lita's bedroom, and it was empty as well. The only other place to check would be Carlos's office, so she made her way there.
Linita heard muffled noises coming from behind the closed door. She slowly tried the handle, but it was locked. She reached above the door frame for the key, then silently unlocked the door. She slowly opened it to find Carlos and Lita on the sofa, Carlos on his back, Lita straddling his waist, and Carlos's cock once again moving in and out of his sister's pussy.
"Let me know when you are ready to cum," Linita heard her daughter say. "I want to drink it for you."
"Oh, Lita. You are my dream come true," Carlos said as he continued to slowly make love to his sister.
Linita felt a small urge to close the door, yet it was so small it was almost nonexistent. Instead, she watched with fascination as her son and daughter continued to have sex with one another on that sofa.
How does she do it
?
How can her tiny womb accommodate a thing as monstrous and beautiful as his cock
?
Look at how he is stretching her labia, yet she continues to take it all unencumbered
.
And she wants to suck his cock
?
