***This is part eight 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 seven, but it can also be read as a standalone. All characters in sexual situations are over 18.***
The first thing Kelly and I did after we got the keys to our new house was fuck in the empty kitchen. I'm sure a lot of couples have christened their new house like this over the years, but most of them were probably married. Kelly is my older sister.
It was the fall of 2021 and we had been carrying on an incestuous relationship for almost nine months. We were weeks away from Kelly's 45th birthday and then my 41st, and now we were back to living together.
The first time had been in the Spring of 2020 when Kelly had ended up crashing at my apartment following her very messy divorce. We found ourselves in very tight quarters, and we wound up hearing one another masturbating. Which, while certainly awkward, was also very hot, and we both thought so.
Our relationship had started slow. At first we just watched porn while masturbating together, but soon enough Kelly made it clear that she was looking for more. I struggled with profound shame as it became more and more clear to me that I wanted more as well.
Eventually Kelly returned to Texas to be near her daughter, and it was a classic case of absence making the incestuous lust burn hotter. We rendezvoused around Christmas of 2020 and began our physical relationship, and once we crossed that line we were both fully and enthusiastically smitten with one another.
When Kelly's daughter Reagan had enrolled at Liberty University in Virginia, I was initially excited that it would be so much easier for us to meet up. That was because Kelly had planned on moving to Virginia to get away from her ex and his family while continuing to mend her previously frayed relationship with Reagan.
My excitement ended up getting tempered a bit when I realized that it was at least a 4-hour drive from my place in Baltimore to Lynchburg, which meant we still wouldn't be seeing each other as often as I would have liked.
In the late summer Kelly was telling me about her apartment and job search while staying at a hotel in Lynchburg. She inadvertently planted a seed in my mind when she said that most of the best places she was seeing were for sale rather than for rent.
A few days later I got an email from my building's management company notifying me that they were raising my rent by $350 a month when my lease expired at the end of October. As I fumed about it to Kelly I said "For over two grand a month I should just buy a place!" and the seed burst into flower within seconds.
"You know... we could just get a place together." I offered.
"Yeah right!" Kelly scoffed.
"I'm serious Kelly! I have the money from when Ellen and I sold our house when we split up, and you must still have some of the money the reverend gave you, right? Why not buy a place down there together?"
"Well your job is in Baltimore, firstly..."
"I work from home now!"
"Yeah..." she dragged out as if she was struggling to think of a 'secondly' before hitting me with "How would we explain living together to Mom, or Reagan?"
"Well Mom is fully aware of how crazy the housing market is right now, so the two of us pooling our resources would make sense, and I would think Reagan would get it too."
"I don't know Paddy..."
Her resistance was short lived. The next day she sent me a few listings she had found on line. Within a few days we had contacted a realtor in the Richmond area since Kelly decided she wanted to be close to Reagan... but not too close. Reagan appreciated it too.
We had started out only looking in Richmond but our agent Mary sent us a listing for a house about halfway between there and Lynchburg that bowled us over. It was a 3 bedroom 2 bath with a detached 3-car garage that had an in-law suite over it, which was pretty much the size of my Baltimore apartment. The price was high, in keeping with the COVID era market, but with the chunk of combined money we had to put down, the mortgage payment was still going to be almost $200 less than my rent in Baltimore was before the increase.
The best part of the house was that it sat on a bit more than 11 acres of mostly wooded property along rt 60, just to the west of Cumberland, VA. There was a long drive that snaked back to the house, which meant that it was not visible from the road. In short: it was a perfect hideaway for a brother and sister with much to hide away.
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We closed on the house the day after my 41st birthday and we moved all of Kelly's stuff into the little apartment over the garage. About a week later Reagan spent her fall break helping us pack my apartment up and move into what we had taken to calling "The Big House", But the separation was totally for appearances sake. Once we had dropped Reagan back at school we began to share the master bedroom like a couple.
Over the next few months we settled into a very pleasant routine, and I have to admit, it was the best cohabitation experience I have ever had. No offense to my two ex-wives, but not only was Kelly a superior lay to both of them, she was also and ideal housemate. As much as we had despised each other as kids, us ending up loving living together was almost more surprising than how much we liked fucking.
Studies show that it takes about 60 days to form a new habit, and that's just about how long we got to get extremely used to our new living arrangements before Reagan's winter break arrived. She decided to not go back to Texas, choosing to come stay with us instead. That meant that we spent three weeks with the very awkward arrangement of Kelly sleeping in "her apartment" out back, Reagan in the spare bedroom in The Big House, and me being very lonely in my bed without my sister.
That also left me in the house alone at night with my niece, and despite where you think this may be going, Kelly had made it very clear that her daughter was an absolute no-go. For how enthusiastically she dove into our incestuous relationship, she had no desire for Reagan to even find out about it and certainly never to participate.
I was certainly fine with that, but I have to admit: once my brain was opened to this type of forbidden lust, I found it hard not to see my niece sexually for the first time. A few days before we took her back to school in early January I had an incredibly vivid sex dream about Reagan. In it, she came into my room and said that she was sorry for being a cockblock during her stay, and climbed into my bed, and onto my cock.
I woke up with a raging hardon and scrambled to grab my laptop and the password protected hard drive that held the sex tape Kelly had sent me the year before. As I lay in my bed stroking my cock the imp of perversion got the better of me, and I navigated to Instagram to scroll through Reagan's photos, looking for her Senior Week trip to South Padre Island.
It truly no longer felt taboo to me to fuck my sister, but it felt thrillingly wrong to be stroking my cock to photos of Reagan in her bikini. There were so many things about her that reminded me of Kelly, both now and when she was Reagan's age, but there were also some differences that my lustful brain locked onto. To paraphrase the bard:
"She has an ass that'll swallow up a g-string, and up top? Two bee-stings."
That was Shakespeare right? Or was it Lord Byron? Perhaps it was Kanye. I always get those guys confused.
Whoever said it, Reagan certainly seemed to know what her best side was. In most of her pictures she was looking back over her shoulder showing off her plump 18-year-old ass. But the picture that finally made me come was a candid shot from the side where she was bent back with her arms in the air and looking like she was howling up into the sky.
Even from the side, her ass looked phenomenal! But what ended up getting me was when I focused on her small chest, the thing she least had in common with heer mom. Her clavicle and sternum were sweaty, and her nipples poked against her white bikini top.
I came so hard that I realized I was panting. I cleaned up and got a shower where shame washed over me almost as much as the hot water. It only deepened when I walked downstairs and saw Reagan in the kitchen reaching for a coffee mug, causing her tee shirt to rise up enough to show off her little pink shorts clinging to that fabulous ass.
When I saw Kelly that morning I felt like total shit, like I had cheated on her or something. I wrestled with if I should tell her about what I did, but in the end I decided no good could come from it. I also decided that it should be a one time thing. No more jerking off looking at Reagan's thirst traps.
Kelly could tell something was off about me, and she nearly correctly chalked it all up to us going three weeks without our usual sex or intimacy. It was Kelly's suggestion that we get away together once Reagan went back to school. She suggested something like the Outer Banks, but since it was now early 2022 and we were both fully vaccinated I suggested we leave the country. Kelly was initially resistant but it became apparent that the only reason was the cost.
She still wasn't working or contributing to the mortgage payment, and although we didn't talk about it much, I know it was bothering her. I had no problem with it since my monthly expenses had actually gone down by getting rid of my rent and monthly parking fee in the city.
"I don't care about any of that shit Kel. I want to take you somewhere warm, where I can watch pervs check you out in a swimsuit. Some place where no one knows us and we can just... be."
That seemed to sway her, but as the price tag rose on the proposed trip she was grappling with even more guilt or shame of her own about not contributing monetarily to our new shared life. As we drove home from dropping Reagan back at school I finally talked her into going on the trip, but she insisted that she would pay me back no matter how much I objected.
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In the end we settled on a week in Aruba. Ever careful to avoid any suspicion of our new living arrangement, Kelly would make it seem that she was going on the trip herself while I stayed in Virginia working from home. Now we were just counting down the days till we left in February.
