She clutched at the pillow as her brother fucked her from behind, lying on her back, pressing deeply inside her as he kissed her shoulder. Micheal's cock seemed to expand in size as he forced every inch of his turgid 7 inch engorged penis into Celine's vagina. The beads of sweat from both their bodies made them slippery as he lay on top of her back. The sweat also made squishing sounds as he pumped against the swell of her buttocks. Micheal just could not get enough of his sister's tight cunt as she moaned against his assault.
He stopped fucking and gasped into her ear. "Do you like it, sis, can you feel my cock inside you? God, you are so tight," he whispered. He put his weight on his hands as he pulled his stiff phallus out of her velvet vagina. He pushed his body down until his head was just above her butt cheeks. He looked at the quivering twin globes, so firm and yet soft. They were wet too with both their sweat and he could smell the musky odor of her secretions and his pre-cum. Putting both his hands on them, he parted the cheeks. His head dropped between them and he glued his mouth against her nether lips, sucking and tasting her love juice.
Celine uttered an involuntary groan as she felt her brother's lips against the folds of her soaked vagina. She trembled as his tongue rasped against her clitoris and she gasped for air when his tongue penetrated her. She lifted her head off the pillow as she came, the orgasm flooding through her as her vagina muscle clamped onto his tongue, trapping him as she released her love secretions into his mouth.
Micheal sucked the honey out of her and he could feel more pre-cum flowing out of him. His body was taut, almost to breaking point as he make oral love to his sister's forbidden opening, sucking and kissing her as her body thrashed uncontrollable on the soaked mattress. Breathing heavily, he lifted his head off her buttocks and mounted her again. Holding both her hands down against the mattress, he inserted his thickening cock into her ravished vagina. This time, he fucked her as though she was a bitch on heat, making slapping sounds as his body flattened against her buttocks. They were both lost to the lust of their incestuous union. Micheal could not hold back anymore as he thrust as deep as he could, hitting her cervix, and releasing his thick sperm deep inside her. He kept ejaculating as he fucked into her. Turning her head sideways with his hands, he sought her mouth as his lips crushed hers, his tongue seeking hers as they kissed even as he was spurting inside her body. Finally his fucking action slowed down as he swallowed her saliva and just lay on her back. Both brother and sister lapsed into a sated state, catching their breath, his penis still stiff, lodged inside her. Knowing that he was heavy on her, he slid off her back, pulling her into a fetal position, his hands around her, cupping her full breasts. Exhausted and not wanting to speak after what they had done, they slipped off into a dreamless world.
Celine was first to awake. For a moment, she did not know where she was. Trying to sit up, she felt that a hand was on her breast. Turning, she was shocked to see Micheal, snoring softly behind her. Then the visions of what had happened earlier came rushing back into her mind. She realized that it was not a dream. Micheal had fucked her, her own brother. And she had responded to his incredible lovemaking. She began to shiver, suddenly consumed with shame and uncertainty of their incestuous act. She remembered and could still feel how he had thoroughly fucked her. It began to dawn on her that Micheal had deposited his sperm inside her and she was fertile. She trembled as she thought of her husband and her two-year-old daughter and the foreseeable consequences of her illicit act. God, what had they done!!
Taking his hand off her gently, so as not to awaken him, Celine got off the bed and quietly walked out of his room. She quickly walked to the guestroom where she had stayed for the last two days, and closed the door. Switching on the bathroom light, she walked in and leaned against the cool tiled wall, shaking. She was shocked at the reflection that looked out to her in the full length mirror. She looked completely disheveled, her hair in a mess. Her lips were slightly swollen. She looked at her reflection and saw that her pubic hair was matted down. Only then did she touched herself and could feel both her and Micheal's cum, crusty and dried now between her thighs. She could now smell the stale scent of their mixed secretions. Her knees felt weak and she sank slowly to the floor, her legs opening and she saw the her swollen vagina lips, still slightly red from her brother's hungry pounding. Tears began to fall down her cheeks.
Slowly she got up and walked into the shower. The warm water slashing down made her think more rationally. Gently, she clean herself, trying to wash away the sinful memory. She knew that it was too late to douche. Micheal's sperm would by now made it's way into her and fertilize her ovaries. She did have sex with her husband three days earlier but now she could never be sure whose child she would be carrying if she were to be pregnant within this period.
Celine had flown over to Washington two days earlier to attend a seminar. Micheal, at 52, was fifteen years older than her and her only sibling. He had settled down here in Washington, DC, with his wife and 3 children. She had always looked up to him, more as a father figure because of their age difference and he had always been protective of her. But they had not been close, like other brothers and sisters. She had not seen him or his family for almost 3 years, since she was staying in Denver. The last time they met was when she got married in 1998. Micheal had flown over with his family and they got along with Tom, her husband. Now, that she was in town, she decided to stay at their place, a nice house in the suburbs of Fairfax. When Celine called him from the airport, Micheal had driven over and took her to the house. Arriving, he informed her that his wife and children had left for his in-laws and will be away until the weekend. Micheal showed her to the guestroom and told her to make herself at home. Although they were siblings, they were very different in looks. People who don't know them probably would not have the slightest inkling that they were brother and sister. Celine was petite, standing almost to Micheal's shoulder height. At 37, she still had the fresh look of a young girl, slim with fair skin and a lovely built body despite having a two-year-old daughter. Men usually gave her a second look, wondering whether she was a model. Micheal, on the other hand was a large man, with hairy chest, and despite his 52 years, one would not like to tangle with him. He still kept himself fit.
Celine was occupied the whole of the first day at her seminar. Micheal fetched her at the end of the day and they had dinner at his favorite restaurant. Driving home, they talked about their families. Micheal listened to her and as he drove, he realized that he really missed her. They talked about old times until they reached home. As they walked to the front door of the house, Micheal could see that she was indeed a lovely lady. He had always had a soft spot for her, although he never showed it.
Suddenly, long suppressed memories of their younger days came rushing back to him. The one recollection that he had tried to banish from his thoughts all these years was that time when she was 20 years old. He was 35 and it happened in the autumn of the fateful year. He was about to be married and he had paid a visit to their parent's house. Celine was in university then and was home for the holidays. On that day, both their parents were out and he was sitting lying on the bed in his room. Feeling hungry, he got up and walked to the kitchen. As he passed Celine's room, he unconsciously glanced into its direction. He stopped momentarily. Her bathroom door was ajar and for the first time, Micheal saw his grownup sister naked, her back towards him. He wanted to walked away but he could not help himself. Turning back, he slipped behind her bedroom door and his eyes searched for her. Celine was combing her hair and he could see his sister's naked back. He knew that what he was doing was wrong but the sight of her lovely body made him tremble. Her buttocks were firm and flaring from her slim waist. Suddenly, he could feel himself growing hard. His throat had gone dry. When she turned, her full frontal view was exposed to his eyes. The beautifully formed breasts, high and firm, without any sag and her pink puffy nipples, so pointy like strawberries...and looking down, he could see her soft pubic hairs curling inwards hiding her pussy. As she walked out of the bathroom, he quickly turned around and headed back to his room. Micheal had seen naked women before but his younger sister was almost a goddess. His penis had gone so hard and he quickly stepped into his bathroom. The vision of her made him gasp as he masturbated and in a few seconds, he ejaculated all over the floor. For the rest of the day, he masturbated 3 more times, each time calling out her name softly as he spurted his cum.
Celine walked into the living room and sat on the sofa. "Well, that was some restaurant, the food was really good," she said, looking at Micheal.
"Yeah, sure glad you liked it," he answered.
Micheal flopped onto the single seated across her. "Want a drink," he asked.
"Emm, ok, just something light, coke if you have any" Celine replied, as she rested her head against the back of the sofa. It had been a long day.
Micheal came back and handed her the drink. He sat down and looked at her. Seeing her sitting there, restful, he took in her lovely long hair, and stared at her, a lump coming to his throat. She looked so beautiful, compared to his wife. The yearning that he had kept locked inside him could not be contained.
Celine's eyes suddenly caught his and they held, just looking at each other in silence. For the next few minutes, they just sat across one another, each with their own thoughts. Celine smiled at him and said, "why are you looking at me like that."
Micheal was silent. He stood up and walked to his room.
Celine suddenly felt uncomfortable and make her way to the guestroom, wondering what had gone wrong with her brother. Did he have a bad day at work, she wondered. He did not show it when they had dinner earlier, nor on the way home. Well, I never really knew him, she said to herself. Closing her door, she undressed and took her shower. Putting on her nightdress, she lay down on the bed and thought no more about it. Soon, she drifted off to sleep.
She thought she was dreaming when she felt a kiss on her cheeks. Then she felt hands on her shoulders. Turning around, she was shocked to see Micheal beside her. She looked at his naked chest, filled with coarse hair and almost choked, her voice could not come out when she saw that he was completely naked. She was stunned and in fear as he held her hands above her head. His lips sought hers. She tried to turn to avoid him. He released her and held both hers in one of his huge ones while the other held her face as his mouth clamp onto hers. His lips sealed onto hers until she could not breathe. When she opened her mouth to gasp for air, his tongue invaded her mouth and sucked on hers. Kissing her deeply, Micheal sucked her tongue until she was weak against her strength. Then he released her.
She sat up and moved to the middle of the bed, away from him. She looked and saw for the first time her brother's engorged penis, the girth so thick and the veins on the shaft which was throbbing. "No," she cried. "Micheal, please, why are you doing this."
