Nolan and Jessica

Nolan and Jessica, Part 2

All characters are at least 18. I hope you like this rewrite.

The siblings awakened the next morning with Nolan laying behind Jessica, his arm thrown over her body. They were both naked. They had made love! Then they had dozed and done it again! Nolan kissed his sister's naked back, wishing that he could do this every day for the rest of his life. He needed to pee, so he got up and went to the bathroom.

As he was taking a leak, Jessica walked in, totally comfortable in her nakedness. She smiled sweetly, then took her turn as he opened the shower doors and turned the water on.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"I am a little sore, if that's what you mean, but I feel wonderful!" she told him as she flushed the toilet.

"I'm gonna get a shower and I'll cook come breakfast," he told her.

"Can I shower with you?" she smiled.

He hesitated, but couldn't think of a good reason to say no. "Sure, if that's what you want!"

They showered together, sharing tender kisses and applying body wash to each other's bodies. Nolan could hardly believe how sexy his sister's body was. She had really come a long way since he moved home. She was getting plenty to eat and she was exercising. Working at the hardware store and going to the tanning bed had helped her looks, as well. He couldn't keep his hands off of her and it was extremely obvious that she wanted his hands on her. Her own hands were eagerly exploring his naked body and his cock was soon fully hard, pointing almost straight up, hugging his flat, muscular stomach.

"I want to do it again," she whispered as they kissed. She was fondling his balls and cock after rubbing body wash gently on her brother's genitals.

Nolan turned the water off. "I thought you were sore? Don't you want to wait? I don't like to hurt you."

"I don't care if I'm sore. Can we? Please?" she pouted.

They managed to dry themselves off and Jessica left the bathroom. Nolan soon followed and found his sister lying in bed, waiting on him. His conscience was bothering him. What had they done? This was wrong. It was incest. He had considered telling her that they just couldn't do that anymore, but the sight of his incredibly sexy, naked sister argued against such an action. He would make love to her again. He had to. Then he would find a way to tell her that they just couldn't do this anymore.

Jessica was lying with her bottom on the edge of the bed, her legs spread, as if she wanted him to stand while they made love. He had other ideas. He remembered the heady aroma of her sweet pussy and how much he loved the taste of her juices. He spread her legs and, bending forward, kissed her beautifully flat, toned tummy. He licked around her navel, inserting his tongue and running it around the circumference, a harbinger of what he intended to do with her pussy. She moaned. His cock lurched and he felt a strand of pre-cum trickle from the head.

He lowered his face and kissed her pussy lips gently. They were swollen and her clit was protruding eagerly. He licked the labia, loving her smell and taste, then he touched her clit ever so delicately with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh Nolan, yes! Kiss me there. It feels so good!" she gasped, raising her head to look down her body at what her brother was doing to her.

Nolan took her clit into his mouth and suckled it. He trained his eyes upward and saw her grasp her breasts in her hands and massage them, tweaking the nipples. She was so hot and ripe and ready!

He spent more time licking her clit, alternately gently sucking it and then soothingly licking it. He took a finger and touched her entrance. He was shocked at how wet and slick she was. Her body was so ready for him, he thought. This made his hard-on rage even more violently. He knew that he was secreting a river of lubricant. He and his sister were biologically ready to have intercourse. The biological aspects of their mating, however, meant nothing to Nolan compared to how eager they were to express their great love for each other. Sex for its own sake was meaningless. Making love to someone you loved more than you loved yourself meant more than anything else possibly could mean. This was the way Nolan had been trained to think and it was part of him.

Nolan kissed and licked down to his sister's warm, wet opening. He kissed her there and then stuck his tongue inside her as far as he could. He grasped her firm butt-cheeks and began to delicately fuck his tongue in and out of his sister's luscious, sopping-wet pussy.

"Nolan! Yes! Yes! Oh it's so good. You are so good!" she groaned, never raising her voice at all. Nolan reflected that, even though his sister's moans and gasps and sobs were ecstatic, she was so quiet that she wouldn't have even been heard outside of the bedroom.

Nolan couldn't wait any longer. He knew that he could make her cum with his mouth, but he wanted to be inside her when she made those delicious, orgasmic wails and whines. He wanted to see her face when she climaxed. He wanted her sweet breath on his face as her body reacted to him.

He crawled up on the bed and, grasping his sister's legs, scooted her body around so that she was now laying lengthwise. She pushed herself up toward the head of the bed so that her head was now on a pillow. Silently she stroked his face as he got between her legs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit.

"I love you, Nolan. I'm a little sore, so go slow," she whispered.

Nolan held his cock with his right hand, rubbing the head around her opening, smearing his already-wet corona with her juices. Then he pushed forward. He could see a slight grimace on his lovely sister's face as he popped inside her. He held himself there, waiting to see if she was okay before he explored her depths with his thick, eager, pulsing cock.

Jessica stroked his face, looking deeply into his eyes. "Put it all the way inside me. It's okay. I want you there." she begged almost inaudibly.

Nolan pushed as she opened her loins to accept him. She pushed herself up at him as he, ever so slowly, slid into her warm wetness. He was soon completely engulfed inside his sister. It felt so good that it made tears come to his eyes. He could feel his sister's muscles clamp down on him and he felt as though he was going to cum a gallon. He didn't know if he could hold back. He looked into her face. Her eyes were closed and it was obvious that she was in little or no pain. Her face was a mask of pure bliss.

She opened her eyes and smiled when she saw how intently he looked in her face. "I love it," she whispered. "I never dreamed it could be this good. We don't even have to move. I think I'm going to have an orgasm," she added.

The siblings lay there, barely moving, Nolan's throbbing manhood deep inside his little sister. This was what pure love feels like, Nolan thought. He had no doubt how Jessica felt about him and, even though he knew it was wrong, he felt the same way about her. How could he possibly tell her that they had to stop this? How could he give this up?

Jessica grasped Nolan's hand and placed it on one of her breasts, then she moved her hips in tiny circles as she pushed her crotch up toward him. Her chest was heaving and her mouth was open, gasping for breath, as she gazed into his face.

Nolan felt his sister's orgasm overtaking her. She was literally shaking all over and her movements became more insistent. His own climax hit him. He felt a delicious warm feeling between his pendulous balls and the incomparable feel of his cum-load rushing down the length of his cock, eager to rush into his sister's depths. He groaned as the first huge spurts of his scalding seed jetted into Jessica's warm, slick pussy.

"Oh, I'm cummmmmminggggggggggggg," she sobbed as she grasped Nolan's butt and pulled him deeper inside herself. "Oh Nolan, sweet Nolan, ohhhh it's so gooooooood!" she gasped as she suddenly broke into great sobs, tears coursing down her face.

"Jess? What's wrong? Am I hurting you?" Nolan asked worriedly, even though he was still floating through the remnants of his own orgasm.

"No!" she smiled. "It's just so amazing. I can't control my emotions!"

Nolan kissed her then and she eagerly accepted his tongue into her mouth. She then licked his teeth and nibbled at his lips.

"Do it again," she whispered. "Can you? Or just lay here inside me?"

Nolan felt his cock shrinking but knew that, given a few minutes, he could be erect again. After a few minutes of kissing and licking and sucking her breasts, he could feel his prick begin to harden again.

When it was fully hard, he said, "You want on top?"

Jessica smiled. When Nolan slipped out of her and lay flat on his back, she straddled him and pushed his wet, slippery cock inside. She loved the way it felt as she now controlled the pace. She wriggled her hips and loved the expression on his face. She rode him in a steady rhythm, moving her body so that only the head was left inside before she slid all the way down his rock-hard shaft. After a few moments, as she gazed into his face, she had another orgasm. She leaned forward so that her breasts were mashed into his chest as they kissed. Then she rode him to another earth-shattering orgasm as she felt her brother fill her eager body, yet again, with his copious load of man-seed.

*****

Later that afternoon, Marty called again. Again, he asked to speak to Jessica. Nolan was reluctant to allow him to speak to her, but his father begged him and apologized to him profusely.

Jessica took the phone and put it on speaker so that her brother could hear. "Daddy?"

"Jess, I'm so sorry for yesterday. I took all my frustrations out on you. I know that I've been a horrible father, but I want to do better. I want to earn your forgiveness. I'm not even going to ask you for it. I don't deserve your forgiveness. I don't deserve you, nor Nolan, nor your mother."

Nolan and Jessica could hear him sobbing between words.

"Daddy, please don't cry? I know this is hard on you. You already have my forgiveness. I love you. Nolan loves you. Mama loves you. Things are going to be better when you get out. Okay?" she told him as her own eyes became wet with tears.

"Baby girl, I love you so much. Both of you. I'm going to be better. I will be home in two weeks. I can't wait. I'll be a better Dad to you both. I promise."

That evening, as they ate dinner, Jessica could tell that something was bothering Nolan.

"Nolan, what's up? What's on your mind?" she asked.

Nolan looked across the table at his sister. He thought how lovely she was and how much he cared for her. "I don't think you want to know, Jessica," he said as he reached and clasped her hand.

Jessica regarded him. "Nolan, are you feeling guilty about what we're doing?" she guessed.

Nolan nodded as he pushed the food around on his plate. "It's just not right, Jess. We both know that. And the more we do it, the less it's going to bother us. Right?"

Jessica squeezed his hand. "I love you so much, Nolan. And things like this are the reason. You are so good. You do the right thing, no matter what. You're stronger than me."

"No, Jessica. I'm not strong. You know how attracted I am to you. More than any other girl I ever met... plus I love you and I've always loved you. You're totally irresistible. If you asked me to do it again, right now, I don't think I could turn you down. We have to agree to this together. Understand?"

Jessica smiled. "I'm tempted to ask you to do it again right now just to test that theory! If this is what you want, I will try to be strong - for you," she said. "But it's so good, isn't it?"

"Of course it's good. But we just can't do it. It's incest. It's wrong. It could mess us both up..."

"I love you. I want to be good. I do. I really do. We will help each other, won't we?" she said as she stood and came around the table. She took his hand and leaned over and kissed his lips, lingering only a few seconds.

*****

As scheduled, Marty came home two weeks later. As far as the siblings could tell, he was a different person. He seemed genuinely glad to be home, took over the chore of cooking their meals, and made it a point to ask them about what was going on in their lives every day. His back still gave him a great deal of pain, but he was managing the pain with over-the-counter medications.

Nolan was cheered by his father's improvement. He looked forward to their mother being released from jail in a few months, just before he was to go back to school in the fall. He worked 6 days a week at the hardware store and was joined by Jessica on Saturdays.

Their mother, Beth, had been released from jail and was now in a 90-day program of rehab. She was allowed to call home once a week; she sounded optimistic and eager to get home. She promised that they would, once again, be a happy family.

Jessica was happier than she had been in years. Marty and Nolan had procured a used truck for her to use to drive to school. It was a 20-year-old Ford pickup with over 250,000 miles and a large dent in one side, but Jessica was ecstatic.

The siblings had been able to abide by the promise they had made to each other. Jessica was careful not to tempt her brother by wearing skimpy clothes around him, even at bedtime. When they were alone, they did sometimes hold each other and even share a kiss, but they were careful not to get too carried away.

Nolan's desire for his sister was sometimes overwhelming. He could not get what they had done together out of his mind. Jessica seemed to get prettier every day and her young body was now fully recovered from her former emaciated state. She was, quite simply, gorgeous and sexy. Even if she had not been very attractive, however, he would have still desired her because of his great love for her.

Jessica fought her lust for her brother almost constantly. She ached for him. She imagined him making love to her, as he had so wonderfully done just a few weeks previously. She couldn't get his masculine, sexy body out of her mind. She fantasized about his cock. She wanted it inside her again. She masturbated two or three times a week, imagining him making love to her. She wondered what it would be like to suck him until he came in her mouth. She longed for his mouth on her breasts and her wet pussy. There were several nights that she got out of bed, intent on going to his room and getting in bed with him, but she didn't want him to know how weak she was. It would disappoint him and that was the last thing she ever wanted to do. Besides, Dad was home and he might hear them, even though his bedroom was on the opposite end of the house.

Jessica had caught up in all of her classes at school. She was usually home by 3:30 PM and, if she hadn't completed it at school, she spent that time doing her homework. Marty usually had a snack and cup of coffee ready for her when she got home. They would sit at the kitchen table and talk while she ate, then she would go to her room to study. This was also the time when she would sometimes take all her clothes off and masturbate, fantasizing about all the things she wanted to do with her brother. She would play her radio to muffle her moans, although it was unlikely that Marty would hear her from his easy chair in the living room, where he spent his days watching TV and reading.

Nolan usually got home from work between 5 and 6 PM, but sometimes worked overtime and would not be home until 8 PM or even later. One evening he got home late and found Marty watching TV and drinking beer.

"Dad, I thought you had stopped drinking," he said, concerned.

"It's just beer, son. Relax," Marty replied.

"But I thought that was part of it. Am I wrong? Aren't you supposed to be totally off of all alcohol and drugs?"

"Son, let an old man have a little pleasure. I don't take meds anymore and I'm in constant pain. I'm not drinking liquor, I swear. I'm not even drinking much beer. It's okay, son. It's okay. How was work?" Marty asked.

Nolan sat and talked with his dad and they watched TV awhile. Nolan then went to bed, but he couldn't help but be concerned over his father's drinking. He couldn't help but wonder if this was the first step to his father falling completely back into his addiction. He didn't know what to do, though.

A few days later, Jessica came home from school to find her father sprawled in his recliner, asleep. He had not made any coffee; nor had he prepared her a snack, as had been his habit since he came home from rehab. This was disappointing, but she figured that he had fallen asleep and was unaware of the time. She set about making a pot of coffee and making herself a sandwich.

As the coffee brewed she went into her bedroom and changed into a pair of blue-jean shorts and an old tee shirt. She had filled out so much that the tee shirt was very tight on her. She looked in the mirror and liked what she saw. She was proud of how her body had developed and especially how she looked now that she was well-fed and happy. Her dark hair was pulled back into a pony tail and her brown eyes sparkled with happiness. As she gazed at her reflection she noticed that the shorts were probably too short to wear anywhere but home. The shirt was too small, as well. It revealed her midriff, showing her flat, tanned tummy. It was very tight across her breasts and she could see her black bra through the white material. She wasn't given to being egotistical, but she thought the girl in the mirror was very pretty. She wished that Nolan was there to see her. She knew that he thought she was pretty and she liked it when he looked at her longingly, even if they had agreed to behave themselves.

As she walked back into the kitchen, she glanced in the living room and noticed that her father was waking up. "Hey, Dad! I'm making coffee. Want some? Want something to eat?"

Marty reached to the side of his recliner and, picking up a bottle of beer, turned it up, drinking the remainder of what was left. "I'm good. How about bringing me another beer from the fridge?" he slurred.

Alarm bells went off in her head. She knew, of course, that he had started keeping beer again. She and Nolan had discussed it, but Nolan had assured her that Marty was not drinking very much. But her dad was slurring his words. He had not made any coffee, like he had been doing.

"You sure you wouldn't rather have coffee, Daddy? You've had enough beer," she stated.

"I'll decide when I've had enough beer," he shouted. Then, seeing the hurt look on his daughter's face, "I'm sorry, honey. You're right. I'd love a cup of coffee. Can you put a little sugar in mine? My back is really hurting. Can you bring it to me?"

Jessica smiled, feeling assured. "Sure, Daddy. Want something to eat? A sandwich?"

"No, honey. Just coffee," he said. "You sure look pretty, Jess."

"Awww, Daddy, thanks!" she said. She stirred a spoon of sugar into his cup of coffee, took it to him, and then brought her own coffee and sandwich into the living room so that they could talk while she ate.

Marty sipped the coffee. "This is good, Jessica. You make the best coffee. You always put just the right amount of sugar. This is wonderful. Thank you."

They talked about her school work. She told him that she was taking Calculus and really liking it. Marty didn't really know what that was, but seemed to be very interested as she explained it to him.

"Well, Daddy, I better go do my homework," she said as she took her dishes into the kitchen. "Want me to take your cup?"

"Come here and give your old Daddy a hug first, pretty girl," he said, opening his arms and motioning for her to come to his chair.

Jessica happily went into his arms, placing her own arms around her father. She was surprised when he pulled her into his lap. She couldn't even remember the last time she had sat in her dad's lap.