Saving Morgan Revised

I'll give you a perversion list for this story: Incest, Brother/sister, MA/FA, MA/Ft, Ft/Mt, voyeurism, hairy, shaved.

I've made some minor changes to this story based on feedback.

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Chapter One

I was in my rented room in Boca Raton after finishing a double at Chic-fil-A. My phone went off.

"Why do I have to read about your life on the internet?" My mother.

"Because I was too ashamed and too proud."

"How bad is it?" I could hear my father in the background.

My fellow teacher, and wife of five years, Jane—we met in college, got married, and started work immediately after—had been involved in a scandal at her high school. She got fired and I got fired because of 'optics'. The divorce was vicious.

"I can never teach again, I'm broke, and I have no skills."

There was a sigh and a long pause, "We're tight on money, and we're bonded so we can't hire you."

My mother and father run a private investigation company.

"Thank you but this isn't your problem to solve. You did warn me."

"Water under the bridge. It seems like neither of you is good at relationships."

Since I didn't ask a question, Mom filled in, "Morgan is in a hell of a mess."

"What's going on?"

My sister Morgan is two years older than me. We weren't close growing up. Once she was in college, she never came home, so I hardly know her. She married Skeet, who was the prototypical quarterback. The only time I met him was at the wedding and I immediately despised him. He is beautiful and stupid and only aware of half of that.

"She refuses to say, but she calls on the verge of tears all the damn time."

"Mom, I feel for her, but how is this my problem?"

"She wanted your number; seems your phone wasn't working."

"I'm sure that sitting in the evidence locker has run the battery down."

Another sigh, "Never mind, we found you, that's what we do. Now, I'll text you Morgan's number and you will call her."

"Do you want..."

"NO. We don't want to know anything. She married that penis with a head of wavy hair and we're certain that is the problem. She's just like you and won't tell us shit, so we're out and shall remain so. Good luck."

Thus ended our conversation.

It took six calls, leaving a voicemail each time before Morgan called back.

"What happened to your phone?"

"Nice to hear from you, Morgan, how's things?"

"No, seriously, you changed your number."

I sigh, "I'll text you the link."

"Huh? Yeah, fine. Look, can you get some time off from the school?"

"What's going on, Morgan? We haven't talked since you got married and now you're using our parents to find me."

Morgan sighs, "Okay, quick. I think Skeet is fucking around and plans to leave me. He makes a shit-ton of money, but he hides it and I need to find it and find out what he's doing before he gets smart."

I laugh, feels good, haven't done that in a while, "Get's smart? If somebody gave Skeet a brain cell, it would be lonely."

My sister sighs, lotta sighing going on, "You know what I mean, so, can you help me?"

"Read the link and call me back."

Thirty minutes later my phone goes off.

"You gotta be fuckin' kidding me. Really? A student? A GIRL student? A senior? In her fucking car at the fucking mall?"

"I know the story."

"They were naked and licking...."

I interrupt, "Yes, I know. I found out when somebody sent me the video."

"Fuckin' A."

"So, to answer your question from your first call, yes I am free, but I don't know what use I'll be."

"I need a partner in crime. You know a lot of computer shit and you can keep a secret. I have nobody to talk to here, they are all Skeet's friends, and I can't trust any of them."

"I haven't got two nickels to rub together."

"Don't worry about that. I'll tell Skeet you're visiting and put you in the guest house."

Guest-HOUSE? Yikes. "You sure he won't wonder why I dropped in out of the blue?"

"Um, no. Look, don't get mad, but after reading that stuff my plan is to tell him I need to help you out."

I'm steaming, but I hold it back. I need a change in fortune and a change in location, so maybe this is fate stepping in, "That is a shitty thing to do, but I sense you're desperate."

"I'm Sorry, Charlie, I really am. And, yes, I am desperate. If that prick leaves me, I got nothing."

"So, looks like we really are partners in crime."

Morgan laughs. Doesn't sound like she has much practice, "Yeah, guess so. This could be fun."

"You have a curious concept of fun, my sister. Text me the address."

"Thank you, Charlie."

Morgan lives on a horse farm. That's what they call them but the only crop I see is money. Her 'farm' is in Wellington, outside West Palm Beach.

You see, our family comes from Indiana. Up there, a farm is hundreds of acres, and the yard is full of tractors and huge machines with bins, arms, and shit. We all moved south when Morgan got married. Seemed like a good idea.

In Wellington, a 'farm' is ten acres, every inch landscaped, except for the horse ring that is raked dirt. Not a turd in sight and a stable that you could eat off the floor. Farm my ass.

Chapter Two

It's five-thirty in the afternoon. I park my ten-year-old Hyundai in front of the house/mansion. Wood frame with lots of little roofs, dormers, and windows. Grass as soft as a baby's ass and as green as the money that created it.

I push the doorbell. The Westminster chimes ring out from the bowels of the interior. How original.

The door opens revealing a five-foot-nothing whisp of a girl with deep red hair, pale freckled skin, and green eyes that you'd rob a bank for.

"G'afternoon, you'd be Charles, the missus brother, welcome."

I stand there and hope she'll talk some more. God, I love the Irish.

"I'm Kate. Me brother Sean is the trainer. Let me take that and I'll show you to your lodgins."

Kate bends over in front of me to pick up my large duffel. Her loose tank top sags and reveals a perfect handful breast, freckled, with a small, hard, nipple. I look away. I need to behave.

The bag is large and heavy, and Kate has to walk bow-legged to carry it. "I can carry that." I ask. "No, won't do for the guest to carry their own bag. Mr. Arschloch won't permit it." She replies in that lilting dialect.

Rules are rules, but I feel like shit having this kid haul my bag.

The guest house is attached to the stable. A two-flight exterior stair accesses the second floor. I follow Kate who is wearing a loose pair of nylon shorts. I'm still on the first flite as she walks up the second set of stairs. The leg of her shorts open, and I can see the cotton undies she's wearing, yellow with little birds holding back a thick pelt of that red hair, whisps sneaking out next to the mound in the middle. If I had any money, I'd offer all of it to her just to pull those shorts down and let me bury my face in her red pubic hair. I look away. I'm so fucking horny I'm looking at the help.

At the top landing, I catch up as Kate is opening the door. I can't help but notice her nipples are rock hard and she's sweaty. I look up at the flat roof of the building as a distraction, my cock is hard and I'm not happy about that.

We step into a hall, one door at our end of the hall, and looking right, four more doors down the hall with windows in the outside wall.

My 'lodgins' is a cozy one-room apartment. A queen bed, kitchenette, bathroom, large flat screen, love seat, and comfy chair, with one wall of well-stocked bookcases.

Kate puts my bag on the bed and faces me. The look in her eyes, as she runs them over me matches the feelings I have looking her over. I have to ask, "How old are you?

Kate blushes, smiles, runs her hands up and down her thighs, "I'm eighteen. I can show you my driver's license."

I feel my cock growing, and regret not looking at her longer. "No, I'll take your word for it."

Kate fidgets a bit, "Well, I've lots to do. If you need anything I'll leave my number."

The whole time Kate's eyes are on the bulge in my shorts and mine are on the two hard nipples of her barely there tits.

I move my eyes up to meet hers. My face warms, "Thank you, that would be nice."

She turns to leave, "Um, Kate?"

She turns back, 'Yes, Mr. Charles?"

"Just Charlie, please. Um, I was wondering if I could, I dunno, buy you a coffee or tea?"

Kate smiles from ear to ear, then frowns, "I'd love that, Mr. Charlie. I'd love that so much, but I can't."

"Oh, there's somebody else?"

Kate doesn't answer right away, "No, not really. It's Mr. Arschloch. My brother Sean is a horse trainer, he's very good. He got me this job. When Mr. Arschloch hired me, he said if I fucked any of the guests, he'd fire me and Sean and ruin us."

"Has he ever...?"

"Oh fuck no. Never. When he hired me, he said, I don't want to fuck you, your tits are too small. What an ass."

Seeing the look on my face, she laughs, "I'm sorry. Sean says I talk too much and I've no filter."

"Well, at least I'll always know how you feel."

She's blushing, "And I know how you feel too. Aw fook, there I go again."

I know my cock is making a bulge in my shorts. I love talking to this girl, she's so unfiltered.

"Well, since we can't fuck, we can talk, right?"

Kate's blushing again, "Aw, now yur makin fun o'me."

I take her shoulders gently in my hands, she looks up, "No, not at all. I can behave, but I like talking to you. That okay?"

"I'd like that, but it can't be here. I've no restraint."

"Yeah, good plan. I doubt I could hold back either."

I let her go and Kate is opening the door when she looks at me over her shoulder, "Ya know what I'm gonna go do?"

Now I blush. I've never talked to a woman like this, "I can imagine."

"Well, Charlie, imagine it while you do the same."

I want to strip down and masturbate. Kate is so beautiful and so unfiltered. But Skeet isn't here, and I want to have a look around. I've never been to any place like this.

The stairs, though wood, don't creak as I walk down. The guest house is a rectangle. At the far end is the stable, stalls on the ground floor, hay loft above. Everything is done in pastel paint and it looks like it was painted yesterday.

I walk the length of the house and I'm at the big horse door of the stable. I hear Kate, "Sean, he's soooooo handsome, and he likes me, doesn't mind my dirty mouth a'tall."

"You can't fuck him."

I look around the corner. They're standing in the closest stall. I can see them through a tangle of harnesses and stuff. I stay still, I want to hear more.

"I know. But jus bein around him gets me wet and my titties go hard."

I stifle a gasp as I watch Sean's hand come up and gently cup his sister's breast, "This cute little titty?"

Kate doesn't stop him, doesn't move, "Aye, and the other one too."

My cock is rock-hard, but I'm looking at incest. They are siblings. My cock doesn't care. Kate's hand is on her brother's bulge, "I need you. Can we go to a room?"

"No, the guest is there, and he might be lookin around. Later."

Kate is biting her lip, "Can I at least help you?"

Sean looks around, I stay frozen, and hope he doesn't see me.

"Make it quick."

My mouth hangs open as I watch that little whisp of a girl drop to her knees and work her brother's belt loose. His hands are on her head as she drops his shorts. White briefs with a bulge and wet spot. Kate runs her hand over the bulge and Sean moans quietly, "Oh, Kate."

She is focused on his cock. She slips her fingers into the waistband and slides her brother's briefs down. Unlike me, he's uncut; I remember that that is a European thing. With no fanfare or words, Kate slides her mouth over her brother's cock and cups his balls with her hand.

"Oh, fuck, Kate, you are so good at sucking."

She stops and looks up, "Cuz I love to suck, and I love my brother. I want your cum in my nasty mouth."

I want to take my cock out but don't. Kate must be good, or Sean is a quick shooter. In a minute, it's over. I see his trim ass clenching, his hands are full of his sister's hair, "Cummin. I'm gonna cum."

Sean stifles a groan and I know he's unloading in Kate's willing mouth. I've never seen anything like this. I mean, who hasn't heard of incest, now I see it, can't deny it, and it is fucking hot. Kate looks up at her brother as she takes his cum. Knowing he's done, she releases him and stands. The embrace and kiss and I know she's sharing his cum. I did that with Jane, thought it was incredibly weird, but now, I think otherwise.

Typical male, Sean pulls his briefs and shorts up, "I hafta get back, lot's to do."

Kate's looking around and then she sees me. Our eyes meet, she looks away, "Aye, me too."

They both walk away from me, and I slip out and back to my room.

I'm on my bed, naked, a huge pool of cum on my belly. What's wrong with me? I just saw two siblings committing an illegal and immoral act and I came like a fountain. Guess I like incest. But I remember what Kate said, 'Go to a room?' What did she mean?

And she saw me. She knows I watched her suck her brother's cock.

My phone goes off. Morgan's home, time for drinks and dinner.

Chapter Three

I haven't seen Morgan in years. I missed her college graduation because I have Kegalbender's complication, a rare ailment that gives you near-constant erections and doubles your semen output. I stayed home and hosed Jane. The constant erection thing faded, well, mostly, but not the semen output. The pictures show my sister in her gown and hat. She was always tall like mom, but she tended on the chunky side.

Morgan looks better than I remember. Mom keeps herself in great shape and Morgan looks just like her now. She's wearing a slinky gown that clings to every curve. I walk in and Morgan comes to me and hugs me. I feel guilty, but she feels good in my arms. I convince myself that it's only because I've been celibate for too long. In a boozy whisper, she says, "I'll come by later."

Skeet, just like I remembered him, stupid, beautiful, and self-absorbed. Firm handshake and a disingenuous smile.

It's a pleasant meal. Nobody talks about what a loser I am. Morgan brings me up to date with her life, dressage, riding, horsey events she runs. Then it's the Skeet show. After an hour of hearing about how he sells mansions on Star Island like they are shoes, and my sister and I sharing a look, I beg off, claiming I'm tired from my trip, and go to my room.

Morgan announces that she has office work and Skeet leaves to play poker or is that poke-her? I don't know. I return to my cozy guest room, take a long shower, pasting the wall with my cum, put on athletic shorts and a tee, get a beer, settle on the loveseat, and put a movie on the huge flat-screen.

I'm an hour into the movie when the door opens and Morgan walks in wearing loose linen shorts and some flowy designer top.

"You don't knock?" I ask.

She shrugs and drops into the lounge chair across from me, "My house. You mind?"

I don't and say so. She's my sister and my savior, so no knock is the least of my problems since Kate won't be here either.

Morgan leans back and tosses one of her long, trim legs over the arm of the chair, giving me a clear look at her white lace thong and tawny stray pubic hairs, "That's better. Now we can talk."

It was at that moment that my life changed. Morgan is my sister, just my sister. Now, after seeing Kate and Sean, I'm looking at her as a woman, a fucking hot woman who is giving me a look at her panty-covered pussy. Then I understand; Morgan has been drinking, she's looped and isn't paying attention. I look anyway.

"Up here, perv, listen."

I blush at being caught and get my eyes on hers. Now she's all business.

"Like I told you, the dick is planning to leave me, I'm sure. He's got oodles of money and I want it before he can leave."

I hold up my hand, "I know computer stuff but nowhere near enough to know where dick-brain is hiding his money. His rich friends probably helped him."

Morgan waves her hand, making her braless breasts move and hardening her nipples. I look away. Your sister, I say to myself.

"I know that. All his money is in Panama or something like that, you'd never find it. What I want is closer and harder to hide."

Just like my fucking cock which is growing looking at her panties. I really need to get laid. I'm reaching a new low here. But I'm confused.

"He's got that much cash hidden here?"

Morgan looks at me like I just got off the special kid's bus, "Think, little brother, think."

The little light bulb goes off, "Gold. He has gold here."

Morgan smiles, "Bingo, a lot of it, and it's somewhere in this building, or the stable. I saw him bringing some in one day. I have no idea where he has it, but I know it's a lot. I overhear him talking to his friends at parties about dodging the IRS by using gold. That little douchebag is going to take all that gold and blow town with some teenager with huge boobs and ditch me with the shit to clean up when he goes bankrupt, leaving me in the dirt, broke.

I'm still not quite getting this, "So, why don't you look for it?"

Morgan rolls her eyes, "Skeet has no idea I know. If he catches me poking walls or some shit, he'll know. That's why I need my pitiful unemployed, scandal-ridden little brother to scour this pile and find the goodies."

"Thank's. You make me sound like a fucking loser."

Morgan gets up, walks over, and sits next to me on the loveseat. I can smell the alcohol on her breath. "Sorry, that's what I'm telling Skeet to get him comfortable. He's a paranoid little fucker and I have to make sure I keep up the dumb blond act. So, that's the plan. Questions?"

"Where do I look?"

Morgan Shrugs, "I have no fucking idea. It's in this building, that's all I know. So, you in? We share the proceeds."

My mind is going a hundred. This is crazy. I'm a boring schoolteacher. But this is the kind of adventure I've read about so many times. I stare at the frozen TV screen. I can feel Morgan's eyes on me. I decide to do the one thing my little voice is telling me not to.

"I'm in."

Morgan's face lights up with a smile from ear to ear. She turns to me, pushes me over, and climbs on top of me, "I love you!"

She's on top of me. All of her long lean body. I try to move so she won't feel my cock, which has been hard since she walked in the door. No good, she's on top and I feel her breasts against my chest as she presses her hips into mine. She has to feel my cock.

Morgan grabs my head, angles it, and kisses me right on my lips. She pulls back and sees my face. She gets up quickly, "Oh, sorry, Charlie, got a little carried away. I can't tell you how much this means."

My face feels warm, and I cross my legs to hide my cock, "S'ok, I understand. But I have no skill at this shit, so I don't know how I'll do this."

Morgan is on her feet, by the door, "You're a smart guy, Charlie, you'll find it. Hug me goodbye."

I offer a 'brother hug' and my sister blows past that and wraps herself around me. I put my hands on her lower back as she puts hers around my neck and pulls me in.

"This is nice. I miss being held."

Not a good time to remind her I'm her brother, "I'm sorry life sucks for you."

Morgan, talking into my neck her warm breath on that spot, "He never touches me anymore."

Morgan doesn't seem to mind that her pervert brother has a full erection pressed into her thigh. Hopefully, when she sobers up, she won't remember this part. I pull back and turn away, "I'll do my best."

She leans in and quickly kisses me on the lips again, "You'll find it."

Morgan slips out the door and I take off my clothes and, for the first time, masturbate thinking about my sister. I feel like a creep, but I just can't help it.

Chapter Four