The adventures of Natalie and her brother Rick continue!
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"Okay," Mom said, slinging her purse over her shoulder as she grabbed her keys. I was sitting at the kitchen table, and she bent to give me a kiss on the cheek.... and a peek right down the front of her blouse. I couldn't help it ; ever since Natalie and I had discovered 'the hidden Mom', her big tits had been on my mind constantly.
"I'll be home in a few hours. I'm not sure when we'll see your sister, but if you could unload the dishwasher, I'd appreciate it." She smiled and turned away, wiggling her rear end on the way out the door. I watched her car leave.
Less than six months ago, I would have used my solitude to take care of my typical urges, either via the Internet, or one of my DVD movies. Now, while the urges hadn't changed, the outlets had, with videos of my sister being near the top of the list, and fantasies about my Mother just behind. But while videos are great, the real thing is better. I picked up my phone, and texted Natalie. Mom didn't know where she was, but I did... just down the street at her friends house.
"Hey Nats,"
I typed,
"mother hen has flown the coop. Position available for fox."
A bit James Bond maybe, but merely asking if she wanted to fuck since Mom was out seemed presumptive, and a bit dangerous.
Seconds later, she responded. A single character.
"?"
I guess my code was unbroken. Before I could start to explain, another message arrived.
"! On my way!"
She had obviously figured it out.
Five minutes later, I heard the door slam. I had moved downstairs to the family room.
"Down here, Nats!" I yelled. Rapid footsteps came down the stairs, and my sister burst into the room.
"How long do we have?" she asked, pulling her t-shirt off over her head. Maybe asking if she wanted to fuck wouldn't have been presumptive, after all, as she was obviously ready, willing and able.
"Relax Sis," I said, still flicking channels on the TV. "Mom's going to be a while. We don't need to rush."
"Cool!" she giggled, plunking down beside me on the leather couch. Her tits bounced, almost flying out of her bra. She turned my chin toward her and planted a nice wet one on me. "It's been way too long!"
Indeed, the better part of a month, since Dad's business trip. We'd had a few steamy kisses since then, several surreptitious groping sessions, and even managed a desperate muted masturbation in each others company, in the bathroom one morning, all of which only seemed to stoke the fires further.
Whether we
needed
to rush or not, patience was in short supply, far outweighed by unrequited desire. Natalie remained by my side for perhaps a minute, before throwing her leg over my lap and straddling me. Seconds later, her bra was flying across the room, hastily removed by my sexy sister, so she could press her big jugs in my face. I nuzzled her globes softly, kissing and nibbling on her stiffening buds until they were threats to take out an eye. She moaned, stroking my hair and holding my head close to her breasts.
My hands were free to roam, caressing her ass and firm thighs, running up her sides to tickle her ribs. She giggled again, trying to slap my hands away, but reluctant to move out of range of my lips, eventually just gritting her teeth and enjoying both the tickle torture and the fire in her nipples. She was grinding her pussy against my bulge, the warmth radiating out palpably. With a final groan, she pulled my face away from her nipple, grasping my head with both hands, and attacking my lips with her own. A kiss of fierce passion, it lasted minutes, not seconds, and only ended when she needed more. She slid off my lap, knelt between my legs, and set to freeing my tool.
Her mouth had been missed, the sensation of her lips sliding smoothly around my shaft as I penetrated the sucking wetness driving me wild. She moaned softly, enjoying the taste and texture. It was only a few minutes until she felt that there was a better place for my cock.
Natalie stood, unsnapping her shorts and sliding them down. Her shoes flew wildly as she kicked them off, socks tugged free next, leaving only her tiny panties to remove. She saved those for me, turning her back and presenting her ass. I skinned the stringy sides over her hips and down her thighs. She briefly stood and stepped one foot out, dropping into my lap again. Her hand gripped my shaft, guiding it into her cunt as she wiggled her ass down, finally seating it fully inside her. She flicked her foot, flipping the flimsy panties high in the air, to land on the mantle, hanging from Dad's bowling trophy.
Her rump bounced in my lap, fucking me deep into her hot pussy. I cupped her bouncy boobs from behind, pinching her nipples firmly.
"Ngahhn! Yes!," she grunted, "HARDER!" I took care of my responsibility, tightening my grip on her nipples, while she pounded her cunt down on my dick with more force. "Oh fuck, that's good! I'm gonna cum!" She laid back against my chest, leaned her head on my shoulder, and ground her pussy harder, panting and grunting. Her body shuddered, and she frantically rubbed her clit. I tugged and twisted her nipples... Bingo!
"Fuck! YES!" she gasped, "Ooooooo my GOD!" Her ass quivered in my lap as her thighs trembled with her orgasm. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh... Yes!" Her blonde hair laid across my face as she shook in my arms, finally winding down. "Ooooooo boy.... Big one! Thanks kiddo!"
Natalie rested, still impaled, on my lap, until her breathing returned to a more normal level, then lifted off, turned around, and saddled up again. Her nipples were red from my tight grip, and I sucked them gently to soothe them. After a few minutes of consoling, I twisted us around and laid her on her back, starting to stroke into her pussy gently. Nats hooked her right leg over the back of the couch, and pulled her left out wide, giving me maximum access.
"Fuck me hard, little brother.... Fuck me real hard!"
I went to town, pounding her with fierce, full length strokes, our bodies slapping loudly together. Natalie gave a shrill moan each time I drove my cock home. Maybe that's what gave us away.
"Richard Milton Anderson! What do you think you're doing?!" a voice screamed from behind me.
Oh shit! We're dead!
"I go out for a while, and you sneak a girl in here, and.... and... and have sex with her!?"
I hadn't moved, still with my cock buried balls deep in Natalie's pussy, my bare ass in Mom's direction. Natalie tried desperately to disappear into the couch cushions, blocked from view by my body.
"I don't know who you are, young lady, but I'm sure your Mother would be appalled by this behaviour!"
Oh God, Mom, unless you want to get the shock of your life, and see just how right your are about
that
, please just turn around, and wait for me upstairs. Then chew me out.
"Get off her!" Mom screeched.
"Mom, I'm begging you, please, just wait for me upstairs, please? This is my fault.... I'll take the heat, but please don't make it worse!" I said, silently praying she'd say yes, and minimize the damage.
"WORSE?! YOU THINK ANYTHING COULD MAKE THIS WORSE?!" she screamed. "OFF!
NOW!
I looked into Natalie's eyes, seeing the fear there, not knowing what to do. Tears flowed, but she nodded.
I pushed off the couch, and rolled away. The sudden change in mood had made my dick wilt, and it pulled out of my sister's pussy with a pop. As I stood up and turned to face my Mother, I stayed between her and Natalie, hoping I could sacrifice myself and placate my Mother's rage.
Mom's eyes dropped involuntarily to my crotch, soaked with Natalie's juices, and limp, but not fully deflated. She started to say something, but froze, her gaze locked on my cock. She finally pulled her eyes away, and barked at me. "Cover yourself, young man! You're in enough trouble!"
She stepped forward and pushed me aside, intent on identifying my partner. When she saw Natalie, trying to cover herself with a throw pillow, her eyes flew open even wider than her anger had made them.
"NATALIE!?" She looked at me, then at her, blinking wildly, hoping she wasn't seeing what she thought she was seeing. "Oh my!" she gasped, her voice trailing off as her hand came to her mouth.
She zombie-walked away, and up the stairs, without a word.
"Oh, we are so fucked!" Natalie hissed, finding her underwear on the mantle. She dressed hastily, then sat on the bottom stair, her head in her hands.
I dressed too, then took my sister's hand. We went upstairs to face the music.
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Mom was sitting in the kitchen, staring blankly out the window, as we walked in.
"Sit.... Both of you.... Now please," she said quietly, without looking at us. Her eyes remained unfocused, and gazing out at the horizon.
"I wondered what had changed between you two." she stated, her voice flat and emotionless. "You were getting along too well. This has been going on how long?"
I guess that depends on what you want to include under the umbrella of 'this'?
I thought.
Sex certainly. Oral? Touching? Masturbation? Nude pictures and videos?
"Not long," Natalie spoke up, rescuing my thoughts. "We just got a little carried away," she added, in a candidate for understatement of the year.
"Yeah," Mom snorted, finally looking at us, "I guess you did. More than a little. I suppose you're both sorry, huh? As if that makes it better."
Natalie and I looked at each other sheepishly.
"Okay. It goes without saying you're both grounded for the next decade," Mom said, a hint of a smile on the corners of her mouth. "Please go to your rooms.... ALONE... and think about what you've done." She realized that thought might not be punishment. "I mean, think about how
wrong
you were. I have to decide whether or not to tell your Father."
Natalie led the way up the stairs, with me right behind her. She stopped suddenly at the top step and turned to me.
"One more, for the road?" she giggled, draping her arms around my neck and kissing me gently. Her tongue was not to be denied, pushing into my mouth for a few final laps. She pulled back. "I guess this is mostly my fault," she whispered, "I was the one that kept pushing for a bit more. I'm sorry."
"Well, you didn't exactly twist my arm. It's not your fault," I replied, "I could have said no. To be honest, the only thing I'm really sorry about is that I won't get to have you anymore. You'll be tough to follow."
"Yeah," she smiled, "and you never even got to do my ass!"
"Now that's just cruel," I said, feigning an injury. "You'd better lock your door, or I might come remedy that situation."
"I'm sorry... did you say
cum
?" she snickered, stepping in and closing her door.
I went into my room, and flopped on the bed.
Shit! Why did this have to happen now?
The house was dead silent. I stewed for some time, then fell asleep.
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