My sister's pussy got so wet as we drove to the airport, it got me incredibly hard, and my pants were becoming equally as wet with the precum leaking from my tip. We pulled into the rental return aisle, and it was either very backed up, or understaffed. I exited, and went around to open Sarah's door. She turned to get out, but I stopped her. I squatted in front of her, lifted her skirt, and devoured her pussy. Her skirt dropped over my head as I lapped at her. I heard her moan, and felt her hand press against the back of my head, encouraging me to eat her up. I was happy to oblige, and made sure her tight little snatch was clean before I recomposed myself. I stood and kissed her, and reached under her skirt again to her exposed and bald box. I palmed her and made sure she was still clean, but found that her pussy continued to flow. I probably shouldn't have worked her up before the flight, but I had time, was horny, and just didn't care. I needed to taste her sweet flower.
"Take me home, J. Take me to our home."
"I'm happy to, my love," I replied. "We haven't been able to spend a lot of time there since you moved in with me, and I'm looking forward to our life together."
"Me, too," Sarah responded excitedly. I could tell that she was eager to really settle in, and live as my lover from now on.
"You'll be my lover forever, sweet Sarah," I told her, giving her one last quick kiss on her perfect lips. Her eyes flooded, but no tears fell. I had touched her heart, promising that she would forever be mine. Her smile said everything. "I love you, Sarah."
"And I love you, J," she replied, this time the tears falling from her eyes. I wiped away her tears, and kissed her nose.
"Come on, love, let's go home."
I gathered our luggage, and just had it all out when the attendant arrived to check the car in.
"All set here," the attendant said. "Would you like a printout of your receipt?"
"No, email is fine, please," I told her.
"Perfect! Have a safe flight."
I gestured for Sarah to lead the way, and followed her between the lines of cars as we headed for the terminal. I flexed my kegels, and a giant glob of precum pulsed forth from my cock. Having worn no underwear, I felt it start to run down my thighs. I watched my sister's perfect ass sway as she walked ahead of me, barely covered by the short hem of her dress. The breeze lifted it just enough to show me part of her pert little cheeks, and she never even flinched. Anyone paying attention could have seen her expose her perfect ass, and it wouldn't have bothered her in the least. Sarah had become so comfortable in her nudity, it was now preferred, and was a part of her. I was so turned on by watching her, and wanted nothing more than to take my sister, and fuck her soundly. I think she knew it, too. Since we first started having sex together, she made a point to tease me sometimes. It didn't bother me. I knew it was fun for her, and was happy to let her do little things like that to keep herself happy. Since I actually fell in love with her, it was now my life's goal to make her happy any way I could. Fortunately for me at this very moment, I had enough luggage in tow and hanging from me that my aching erection was concealed. With the loose fitting basketball shorts I had on, the display would have been rather lewd. Being aligned with my sister, though, I didn't mind that people could have seen my cock jutting from my shorts, but it isn't accepted as female nudity is.
We got checked in to our flight, and all of the baggage checked. TSA sure did eye Sarah up in her scant attire. I feel like they could tell that she was naked under her dress. I fought hard, but was able talk my penis into deflating at least a little bit so that it didn't appear that I was perving anyone. There were kids around, after all, so I had to maintain some level of decency. It was certainly a struggle. To me, my sister was the most alluring woman ever created, and I was drawn to her in every imaginable way. We both held on to the small items we were carrying on the plane with us, and walked hand-in-hand to our departure gate. We had a little bit of time, but not enough for me to sneak away and fuck her like I had on our way out to Charleston. Believe me, the thought had crossed my mind, but there just wasn't time to pull it off. Looking back over the past weeks and months, it's mind boggling to me that I could have sex with someone so many times, and spend so much time with her, but still be head over heels in love. I just can't get bored of this woman, my lover, my sister.
I had promised Sarah a while back that I would buy her a new car when we got home. We sat waiting at the gate, and talked about that. She told me what she wanted, but was hesitant, as she didn't want to seem greedy or ungrateful. I told her she could have whatever options she wanted.
"Make it yours, sweetheart. Anything you want on it, we'll get it."
"But won't it cost..." she started, but I cut her off.
I turned to look into her eyes, and told her, "Sarah, I want you to get anything you want. You don't get to worry about cost, just tell me everything you want."
She smiled wide, and asked, "can I get leather?"
"Of course you can get leather, but just remember, it gets hot in the summer sun."
"I know, but I can get a towel or something."
She leaned in and softly told me, "I know my pussy is always going to be wet since I live with you, and I don't want to mess up cloth."
I laughed quietly, and patted her bare legs. "Leather it is, sweetheart. We can do that."
It was still early...mid-morning...so it was likely we could go get her car on the way home. I didn't want her to have to wait, and was looking forward to bathing her in all the luxurious things her little heart ever wanted. We stopped our conversation short, and listened to the announcement that it was boarding time. We chatted about this and that as we waited, then kept the conversation going once we had boarded and got seated. It was nice to have just normal conversation with someone. I think it was something both of us had really missed, as our exes were such assholes, we never really got to partake in either serious or stupid conversation. My sister lover was fast becoming my best friend. We started down a path of things she wanted to do around the house, and reveled in the fact that she never had to work a job again in her life. I gave her my blessing to nest however she wanted to. I was going to have to start working from home more, so that I could have more freedom to help her do what she needed to do.
Shortly after takeoff, the conversation turned more serious.
"Sarah," I started, taking her hand in mine. She looked at me with concern, thinking that perhaps she had overstepped. "Sarah, I love you, and I want you to be mine forever. Sweetheart, if I could marry you, I would, and I would love you forever as my wife."
I paused when her eyes filled with tears.
"But I have this problem, and I can't think of any way to overcome it."
Sarah was genuinely concerned now, so I continued.
"I don't think I can hide that from anyone, and frankly, I don't want to."
"So what are you saying?" She asked.
"We have to tell mom and dad," I told her. She was shocked.
"We need to tell them that there's more to you moving in with me. We need to tell them that we've been having sex together, and that we're truly in love with each other. Either that, or we can let them catch us having sex."
Sarah took in a deep breath and slowly released it. She looked away in thought as she pondered what I was proposing.
"You're right," she finally said. "It's the right thing to do if we are going to live like this."
"I hope you understand, Sarah," I said. "I am in love with you, and we shouldn't have to hide the feelings we have for each other."
With a blank expression, she just nodded in agreement as she looked trustingly into my eyes.
"J, you really love me, right?"
"Yes, Sarah, I really love you."
"Not just having sex with me, right?"
