I woke the next morning to the smell of coffee and frying bacon. I struggled out of the bed. The slight headache attested to the fact that I had drunk too much last night. I lay in bed nude, thinking about what had happened. I had licked my sister to orgasm. She had cum so hard she totally drenched my face and clothes.
Incest! The word brought up the ultimate sexual taboo. Society would damn us both if it became known. Well, I thought, we hadn't actually fucked. She had sucked my dick and I had licked her. Ruefully I thought maybe society would just be a little pissed with us!
I rolled out of the bed and padded to the shower. I shaved while taking a shower. The hot shower did a lot to clear my hangover. I stepped out and began toweling off. Again my sister breezed into the room while I was naked.
"Pervert! "This is getting to be a habit!"
She sauntered over and tried to grab my dick. I skittered back, covering myself with the towel.
"I know you aren't getting bashful now! Not after what we did last night!"
"You sinner! You will burn in hell for letting your brother get you off!" I laughed.
"Hell, if I came there like I did here last night, I would douse the fires of hell!
We both laughed uproariously.
I dropped the towel. Helen watched. I grabbed some shorts and a shirt. She watched quietly as I got dressed.
"Remember your promise." She said.
I must have looked a little confused.
"You said I could do you!"
"Look! Too much alcohol caused us to step over a societal line. We can't have any repeats of that!" I sputtered.
"So you are breaking your promise?" she said with a wicked smile.
"Breakfast! Breakfast and we need to talk!"
I walked behind her as we went to the porch for breakfast. I watched her large hips roll as she sauntered seductively. Under her apron she wore white hot pants and a matching white halter top. She was barefoot. I had noticed that her toes and fingernails were painted the same pearlescent pink. Her shoulder length hair was done up in a ponytail. She was a very sexy woman. She knew it and was putting on a show for her older brother. Over breakfast she explained that she had bought the land where we were raised. It was about a mile through the adjacent woods. She suggested we pack a lunch and have a picnic there. I agreed readily. We had led a hard scrabble life on that farm. But time had dulled the edges. The memory of the bad times faded and the memories of the good times surfaced.
I broached the subject of our sexual escapade last night. She waved me off.
"Look!" She said curtly. "I see you are having second thoughts. Let's just forget about it."
"I am not having second thoughts."
"Oh so you enjoyed it!" she interrupted, smiling.
"Look, you hussy! You know what I am saying!"
"Ok, ok!" she said, holding her hands up with the palms facing me.
She cleared the table while I went to the living room. Al had 60" plasma in his media room. The room was wired for surround sound. I caught up on some sport scores while my sister cleaned the house and prepared our picnic lunch.
About 11:00 she announced it was time for us to walk over to the farm. The family reunion was in two days and she had a lot to do. We chattered about the reunion as we walked through the woods. We shared stories about various relatives. Suddenly we stepped out of the woods into a small meadow. A shallow creek chattered as it bisected the meadow. Both sides of the creek were shaded by large trees. The chirping of crickets filled the air. It was our old swimming hole!
"Wow this place definitely brings back fond memories!" I said.
Helen grinned wickedly.
"Yes it does!"