*EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS 18 OR OLDER**
I wake up in a bed. I'm still half asleep and groggy and there's a naked woman in my arms. I feel breasts pressed against me and hair sprawled out over my chest and neck. I hear a knock on the door and my mother telling me breakfast will be ready soon. Suddenly I am completely aware of where I am and everything we did. An overwhelming feeling of shame covers me.
"Okay, mom, thanks!" I say back through the door.
My sister wakes up she seems to be confused for a moment as well. But the confused expression turns to joy when she looks me in the eyes. Her hair is messy and hanging over her face. She grabs it and pulls it back behind her head. She's giving me that all too familiar dimply smile. She scoots forward and gives me a quick peck on the lips.
"Morning, baby doll," my sister says getting out of bed and stretching her naked body. "This is the best sleep I've had in years."
We don't have strong southern accents but when she says things like "baby doll" or "papa" it comes out strong. Well, to me we don't have strong southern accents. Victoria says my southern drawl was the thing that first attracted her to me. Oh God, Victoria. My heart sinks thinking about her. But at the same time, I don't want to stop this. I haven't had sex this good in years. It's not just the sex. I haven't felt this good in years either.
"You starin' at me?" my sister says putting her pants back on. I guess I was staring.
"No," I say and quickly look away.
She has her pants on but she's completely topless. Her impressive rack is hard to ignore. She knows I like them so she's just standing there looking at me. She even crosses her arms so they are pressed up a little bit. Her body has always been so perfect. She was the first crush I ever had in life.
"You know I have a girlfriend, right?" I say swinging my legs off the bed.
"Yeah, and?" My sister replies bluntly. "We talked about this. You can keep your girlfriend. Nobody has to know. Believe me, I don't want her or anyone to know."
"Molly..."
"I know you miss the way I would suck your cock. You always loved that the most."
"I did."
"Come on, Ted, don't make me feel bad about this. I'm not forcing you. You want this just as much as me."
"She can never know."
My sister drops to her knees in front of me and wraps her fingers around my cock. It was already hard but it seems to come even more alive in her grasp. This probably isn't true but it feels like my dick grows an extra inch when my sister touches it.
My sister puts her face up close to my cock and smacks it up against her lips and nose. She gives the underside a few gentle kisses and then gives it one long lick from bottom to top. That lick sends electricity through my body. She gives my cock another love-filled lick and then puts the tip in her mouth. She closes her lips tightly around the tip and flicks her tongue on the opening of my cock. I fall back on the bed and moan. She reaches up and grabs my left hand. I'm enjoying this way too much. It was supposed to just be sex but the love I feel from this feels too good.
Suddenly her head drops all the way down and her nose is pressing me. She takes my cock with no issue at all. That is something I taught her. The first few blowjobs from her she couldn't take me all the way to the back of her throat. But she kept trying and eventually lost the gag reflex. I'm sure any man she has been with after me has benefitted from all the practice.
She keeps her head still and just licks my dick without bobbing. It feels incredible. It's been too long since I've experienced this. I used to be so accustomed to the back of my sister's throat. We fucked like rabbits back then. My dick would be in her mouth more than 8 times a day. I move my hips into the air and moan feeling her slide all over my cock. She's so good at this, my god. My cock is so at home in her mouth. It feels like this is where it should have been all these years.
Finally, she starts bobbing her head up and down. My cock is completely soaked and shiny from all the saliva from her mouth. Every time she goes back up it looks even more wet than before. When my girlfriend gives me blowjobs she likes to constantly take me out of her mouth after every few sucks. My sister just never stops. There is no break, my cock never leaves her mouth during this.
She squeezes my hand tighter because she knows I'm going to cum soon. Somehow she always knows just when I'm about to cum. With my other hand, I grab onto the bedsheets and pull. I raise my hips into the air even more and fill her throat with cum. She keeps sucking and licking until it is all out of me. I sit back up and look down at her. She pulls me out of her mouth and smiles. Her lips, cheeks, and chin are covered in my cum. It looks like it leaked out from the sides. I must have cum a lot. I haven't had an orgasm this powerful in years.
"That was...a lot," my sister says wiping her mouth with her arm. "Let's get to breakfast before momma knocks again."
"Molly, my God," I begin but she cuts me off.
"Come on, let's just get downstairs."
We get fully dressed and brush our teeth together in the bathroom. We used to brush our teeth together every morning growing up. We'd be side by side in front of the mirror. She used to be taller than me when we were kids but eventually I became much taller than her. She spits in the sink and rinses out her toothbrush. I really do miss these moments. Life has been work, work, work lately.
We make it downstairs and my mom gives me a big hug and kiss on the cheek. I hug my dad next and he makes comments about how I look more muscular these days. He says I'm a "chip off the old block."
Our parents are a traditional southern love story. They were neighbors growing up and in the south, proximity usually ends with love. It's not like living in the city where people are going on five Tinder dates a week and meet up at Starbucks. Down here it's all very simple.
The table is set with a crazy amount of food. There are pancakes and waffles and a variety of syrup and jelly. My mom made bacon, eggs, and sausage. There's also fruit and omelets. In New York, you just get a cup of coffee for breakfast. People take things slow and really enjoy life down here. They also enjoy heart disease but at least they're happy.
We take our seats and I reach for the waffles. My mother smacks my hand away. I forgot we pray before every meal down here. We all take each other's hands and bow our heads. My father begins to pray and my sister slides her thumb back and forth across my hand. It's ironic that my sister goes to church every Sunday but has no problem with having sex with her own brother. She'd always tell me how there's incest in the bible so it's nothing new. She also told me that if God made Adam and Eve and expected them to populate the planet. A lot of incest would have had to happen.
My father finishes the prayer and we all begin to fill our plate. I try to eat right but I make exceptions when I'm back home. I fill my plate with at least one of everything. This is the biggest meal I've had in so long. We cook when we can in New York but we always end up ordering a lot of shitty takeout. A good chunk of my income goes to Door Dash. The taste of homecooked food rejuvenates my spirit though. But it's not just the food. I had sex with my sister again and had one of her amazing blowjobs. I truly am home.
"So how's that girlfriend of yours?" My mother asks and Molly winks at me.
"She's doing great, we're doing great. I'm thinking about marrying her soon," I answer
