***This is part seven of what I believe will be at least a ten part series following an evolving incestuous relationship between adult siblings. You would enjoy this much more if you read the previous six, but it can also be read as a standalone. All characters in sexual situations are over 18.***
After spending four amazing nights sequestered in an Alabama hotel room with my sister I had to fight the urge to call her the second we parted ways. I had made my peace with the fact that, even though the vast majority of people might find it abhorrent, I found her to be my perfect sexual match. However, I was starting to become a bit uncomfortable with the fact that I might be experiencing more than just lust for her.
I wasn't the only one having a hard time driving away. I was barely over the boarder into Georgia when Kelly called me.
"Fuck, I miss you already Paddy."
"Me too Kel. I already miss you too."
We talked for the next two hours as we each headed back to our respective realities. By the time Kelly had to stop to pee and I needed to get gas we had decided our next rendezvous would be in early March, under the auspices of both visiting our mother for her 70th birthday.
By the time I got home I had gone from being over the moon that we had already set our next visit to being bereft that it was 12 long weeks away. Luckily, fate conspired to bring us together again much more quickly than that, even if it meant some misfortune for Kelly's daughter Reagan.
Kelly had met Reagan's father, Wayne, when they were both students at Rice University in the 90's. While Kelly and I had been the first members of our family to go to college, Wayne's family descended from one of Rice's so called "59 Immortals" who was in the school's very first class back in 1912.
That meant that the family expected Reagan would be a fifth generation Rice alum. I had always assumed that almost nothing would stop a legacy like Reagan from getting into the school her family was so closely tied to, and for years that had been the case. Just a few years before one of Wayne's nephews had accepted despite having been kicked out of five different high schools.
So it came as quite a shock when Kelly called me during the first week of January to tell me that we were going to get to see each other much sooner than we had thought. As it turned out, Reagan hadn't been the best student, so she had been declined a place in the upcoming freshman class.
When Wayne reached out to remind the admissions office about the families long history with the school (and years of donations) he was told that in the wake of the "Varsity Blues" scandal a few years before they had tightened up admissions requirements, even for multi-generational families.
Wayne was furious with Reagan, mostly because his own father - the Megachurch Pastor - was furious with him. Ultimately, they all settled on it being Kelly's fault as if their divorce in the middle of her junior year could explain her previous poor performance. But, for the time being at least, they were willing to continue to back Reagan... conditionally.
They still wanted her to go to college, but they would only pay if it was a religious school. So, among the schools she was now scrambling to consider half way through her senior year were Messiah University (about an hour north of me in Pennsylvania) and Liberty University down in Virginia. Wayne couldn't bring himself to take her to visit these second choice schools so the job fell to Kelly.
All that mattered to me was that I was going to get more time with my sister very, very soon even though it wouldn't be entirely unfettered. Kelly was incredibly sensitive about Reagan finding out about us, so she made it clear to me that if we were to hook up it had to be extremely carefully.
I picked them up at BWI on the last Thursday in January of 2021, a month since Kelly and I had spent Christmas together. Reagan prattled on about all manner of things in the back seat while Kelly and I kept sneaking glances at one another up front.
That evening we were in another Hilton, this time in Lynchburg Virginia. Kelly and Reagan shared a room that night while I slept in my own, but Reagan would be spending the next two nights on campus, leaving Kelly and I time to be alone together.
Friday night as Reagan was shown Liberty's "nightlife" I happily got the chance to repay Kelly for my Alabama pegging by bending her over and fucking her ass while I shoved her face into the mattress. After spending the day on Saturday on campus with her daughter, Kelly returned to the hotel and rode me until I came deep inside her, only for her to squat over my face and make me eat my load out of her.
On Sunday morning Kelly woke me by straddling my head and pissing all over my face. Rather than being furious I pulled her back on to my face and ate her piss covered cunt while stroking my own dick. Within an hour of that exchange we had checked out of the hotel and picked Reagan up from campus so we could set out for Pennsylvania. Reagan seemed unimpressed with her visit to Lynchburg, but Kelly and I found the place to be a dream come true.
All three of us were less impressed with our time at Messiah University, but for very different reasons. Reagan only lasted about an hour on campus Monday before she texted Kelly to come pick her up. That was a total bummer because at the time of her first text I was trying to win a sibling argument with Kelly. Only, it wasn't the usual type. She said that even though she had never done it, she was sure she could take two dicks in her pussy. When I expressed the smallest amount of doubt she decided to prove it by demanding that I fist her.
I had all four of my fingers in Kelly and was strumming my thumb over her clit as a warm up to full entry when the string of unanswered texts lead to Kelly's phone actually ringing. The power of maternal instinct combined with the shock that a teenager made a phone call caused Kelly to put a stop to our experiment in order to see what was going on. When I heard her tell Reagan we would be there to pick her up "shortly" I headed to the bathroom to scrub any evidence of our twisted fisting from my hand.
We checked out of the hotel and collected my niece, at which time we tried to come up with a new plan. We had the whole day to kill before we headed to our childhood home so Reagan could have a quick visit with her grandmother before heading back to Texas.
Reagan said she wanted to see a "real college" and I mentioned that my alma matter was reasonably close by and kind of on our way. So, we hightailed it down Rt. 15 and were in College Park in a bit over an hour. She loved the University of Maryland, but that only served to bum her out because she knew that there was no way her father and grandfather would allow her to go to a school like this, even if she could get accepted with her grades. She seemed resigned to ending up at Liberty.
After an afternoon immersed in nostalgia for my college years, we were in for an even bigger and older dose of the stuff as we crossed the Bay Bridge. When we arrived, our mother ran right past Kelly and I to hug her only grandchild. From that moment on we may as well not have existed.
Sadly, being ignored by the generations of our family above and below us didn't afford us anytime for our prurient endeavors. Not that we were completely chaste, mind you. As Reagan sat in the living room with our mom chatting away we took the opportunity to grope each other any time we left the room together.
As Kelly was getting Mom a drink I walked into the kitchen and wrapped my hand around her throat while snaking my hand down the front of her jeans and probing her pussy. While Mom was showering and Reagan was lost in her phone in my old room, Kelly straddled me on the couch and we made out as she grinded on my cock until we heard the water shut off.
Shortly past 10 Reagan turned in for the night and about an hour later Mom and Kelly both headed to their rooms. With Reagan in my old room I was relegated to the couch where I lay stewing. Since our interrupted romp that morning we had been teasing each other whenever it seemed safe and I felt like I was going to burst.
