Sometimes It Pays To Be Late

Authors note; bear with me on this...I wanted to write a story that is not necessarily just about sex, but a story about a web of secrets and lies where sex and incest play a part. I appreciate this will not appeal to everyone but hopefully someone will like it! As ever thanks for reading

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I barely had the energy to slam my locker shut. I walked towards the door then out the building before finally slumping into the seat of my car. A long and tiring day at the end of a long and tiring week. What I really wanted was to get home and soak in a warm bath before doing absolutely nothing for the whole weekend.

No chance. What I really had to do when I got home was pack my bag then drive over to my parents house, pick up my kid sister then drive two hundred miles to a hotel before attending my cousins wedding the next day. Great!

I packed, had a quick shower then grabbed a bite to eat before leaving to collect my younger sister, Martha.

To start at the beginning. I am Jack. I'm twenty seven years old and work as a cop. A police officer. I've been married to Jenny for four years. Jenny is a schoolteacher and is thirty one. I have two sisters, Martha who is eighteen and still at school, and Sophie, who is twenty nine.

The plans for this coming weekend, the weekend of my cousin's wedding, are unnecessarily complicated in my eyes. My wife can't make it as she has already arranged a school camping trip, and that was arranged before we knew about the wedding. My parents wanted to travel down on the Friday to get there early and spend some time with my aunt and uncle. But they couldn't do that because Martha had a major exam at school on Friday afternoon. Confusing! So foolishly I came up with a solution. I couldn't leave until Friday evening anyway, as I was working. So why didn't I take Martha after school? Problem solved. My parents could get there nice and early and Martha and I would get there later on. Everyone's happy.

So I arrived at my parents house shortly after six pm, hoping at praying that my little sister was packed and ready. I knocked on the door, and when she answered I was greeted with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Happy birthday squirt!" I laughed, handing over her present.

"Sorry it's a few days late," her birthday having been three days earlier.

"Thanks, and please don't call me squirt. You know I don't like it."

"Oh yes I forgot you're eighteen now!" I joked.

She opened the card, which contained some cash, and then the present,a bottle of perfume.

"Thanks!!", she yelled, giving me another kiss.

"'S'ok. Jenny chose the perfume. Hope it's alright."

"It's lovely. You know I really wouldn't trust you to choose perfume! I guessed it was Jenny's choice. It's perfect."

"Are you ready?"

"Just gotta lock up."

Shortly after we set off, the heavens opened and there was a crazy rain storm. The traffic was shocking, just getting out of the city. After an hour we had only driven twenty miles.

"This is shit. We're never gonna get there," I moaned.

"How long do you reckon?" Martha asked.

"Well I guessed at three hours, maybe four, but this is crazy."

Just when we got going we hit another tailback, caused by a crash further ahead, which delayed us even more. By nine PM we had still not even travelled a hundred miles. I pulled into a diner, desperate for a piss and a coffee. I went to the restroom while Martha ordered the coffees. I got back and sat down while she went to the counter to order some food. As she stood there I found myself, unintentionally, looking at her. She was slim, about five feet five tall, and, I noticed, had all the right curves in all the right places. A nice peachy looking ass and small, but not too small, breasts. And pretty. She wore a t shirt, and despite the rainstorm it was a hot evening. I realized she wasn't wearing a bra under her t shirt.

"Wow dude your sister is turning into a fine looking woman!" I thought to myself, before shaking myself out of my trance. That's my kid sister, stop thinking that way, I told myself.

She came back across to the table, carrying two pastries.

"Energy!" she laughed.

"Good thinking."

"I saw you looking at me. Staring at me. When I was at the counter. What was that about?" she asked.

"Was I? Oh sorry. I was in a bit of a trance."

"Ah my beauty put you in a trance? Thanks big brother!"

"Huh?"

"I was joking. You said you were in a trance. Wow you're really not with it are you?"

"Sorry, long hard week."

"Catching all those criminals?" she joked.

"Something like that."

"How's Jenny?"

"She's good."

"Haven't seen you guys in ages. Shame she couldn't come."

"Yeah she couldn't. This camping trip has been planned for ages. Lucky her."

"Lucky?"

"Well you know. I'm tired and this is a long journey. Ignore me. Maybe I just wanted to stay at home and chill this weekend."

"You'll be fine when we get there."

"Maybe. A weekend with loads of relatives? Maybe not!"

"She'll be there."

"Sophie you mean? Yeah I know. And him. The boyfriend. He who shall not be mentioned!"

Sophie's boyfriend, Greg, is forty seven years old, married, and Sophie's boss. To say my parents don't approve of their eldest child's choice of boyfriend would be...an understatement.

"No he's not coming. Mom and dad told her, and I mean, told her, he wasn't welcome," Martha explained.

"Oh? Well, that will be...interesting. So she'll be in a terrible mood all the time."

"Yep. And mom reckons it's your job to cheer her up and keep her happy."

"How am I gonna do that? She's barely civil to me at the best of times."

It was true. Me and my eldest sister did not get along.

"Sorry dear brother."

We set off. Shortly after we hit another tailback. I pulled over to look at a map.

"What's wrong?" Martha inquired.

"Just...this traffic. It's ten now. We're not even halfway. I think..."

"What?"

"Well look I'm so tired. Even if the traffic does clear it's gonna be after midnight before we get there. I don't fancy rocking up to a hotel after midnight. And anyway I'm getting sleepy. It's not safe to drive."

"So what? We sleep in the car?"

I laughed.

"No I was thinking of a motel."

"Shit, look, Jack, I can't afford a motel."

"You can use that money I gave you for your birthday."

She opened her mouth in protest, but no words came out.

"Joking! Sucker! I'll pay. I think I can afford a couple of rooms in some deadbeat motel in the middle of fucking nowhere!"

"Language, dear brother, language."

We drove on for about another ten miles till we found a motel. Deadbeat was indeed the image that sprang to mind.

We went to reception where a girl, who appeared to be no more than fourteen looked as dull as the motel.

"Hi, we need two rooms. Just for tonight," I said, trying my best to sound bright.

"Only got one," the girl replied.

"No we need two rooms."

"Only got one," she repeated.

"Has it got two beds?" I asked.

"Can't you share a bed. It's got a big one. One," she told us.

"We're brother and sister. We need two beds."

"Sorry."

"Well, where's the next place to try? Is it far?"

"About forty miles. But you'll be lucky to get anything there. It's late," she said, glancing round at the clock on the wall.

I turned to Martha.

"What do you think? It's just for one night. Do you want to stay here?"

"It'll be fine. We don't have much choice," Martha replied.

"We'll take it," I told the bored looking girl.

I filled out the forms and paid. She handed us the key.

"Room six. Right at the end."

"Thanks."

"Enjoy your night, brother and sister," shouted the girl.

I turned round and glared at her.

The room was worse than I imagined it would be. If that was possible. The carpet felt damp and the room smelled moldy. I pulled the curtain across. It was thin and barely kept out the light from the lamp outside. At the end of the double bed was a tv with a built in dvd player Behind that was the bathroom. I put my bag on the bed and began to unpack. Martha went through to the bathroom.

"I'm gonna have a quick shower. If it works," she laughed.

"Good luck!"

I sat on the bed and switched the tv on. As I stared blankly at the screen I noticed a flicker of light from the direction of the bathroom door. I looked across and realized that there was quite a big gap between the door and the frame.

"Shithole of a place," I muttered to myself, before I realized to my shock that through the gap I could see into the bathroom. At that moment my sister passed behind the gap and I was aware that I could see her naked ass.

Forcing myself to look away I made a mental note to myself to hang a towel over that gap when I went in there.

Martha came out, wearing a short white vest and a pair of light green panties.

"Anything on tv?" she asked.

"Nothing."

"Any good dvds?" she continued, picking up a pile by the side of the tv.

"Oh," she replied to her own question, before throwing the pile of four dvds onto the bed.

I looked at them. Porn. All of them.

"Classy place isn't it?" I laughed.

I went off to have a shower, carefully covering the gap by the door. After, I put on a pair of boxers. I normally sleep nude, but not tonight! Going back into the room I saw Martha sitting up in bed, watching tv. Some kind of game show.

"I chucked the duvet. It smelled, and anyway it's baking in here," she informed me.

I climbed into bed.

"I'm going to sleep. I'm shattered," I said.

I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard Martha switch off the tv.

"Goodnight," she said, switching off the light, although the lamp outside the room still bathed the room in brightness.

I rolled onto my side, away from her and tried to sleep. About twenty minutes must have passed when I felt my sister stirring. Suddenly her arm draped across me and her hand settled on my bare stomach.

"Are you quite comfortable?" I joked.

"Sorry, you don't mind do you?"

I didn't reply, just closed my eyes. Not long after her hand slid down my stomach and stopped at the elastic at the top of my shorts. A few more minutes passed and I felt her hand slide across my shorts, settling on my soft penis. Shocked I quickly lifted her hand off my shorts and placed it back on my stomach. There it stayed for about ten minutes before she repeated the process. First down to the top of my shorts then pressing down on my cock.

Was she awake? Was she dreaming? Was she aware of what she was doing? I had no idea.

"Martha. No," I whispered firmly as I lifted her hand off my shorts and put it back on my stomach.

Really I should have got out of the bed. Or made her get out of the bed. Or told her, in no uncertain terms, to keep her hands to herself. But it seems my 'no' had done the job. Her hand stayed longer on my stomach this time. But I was now wide awake. I found myself thinking about where I was. Sharing a bed with my kid sister. Not so bad if we were kids. But I was twenty seven. Still weird but maybe understandable if she was a kid. But she was eighteen now. And I'm married. What would Jenny think if she saw us now? Me sharing a bed with an eighteen year old girl? I don't think she'd be impressed. I know she wouldn't be impressed. But my sister? That might be ok in her eyes. Just. And I'm a cop? Well there's no law against sharing a bed with your sister.

What shocked me, what stirred me from my thoughts was the realization that I had an erection! Where had that com from? Why? I realized that somewhere deep inside me, a part of me was curious about my sister's actions. Why had she touched my shorts? What was going on in her mind? If she was aware of doing it that is.

At that very moment her hand slid down to the top of my shorts again. If ever there was a moment to stop her, to lift her hand away, it was then. But I froze. Partly in shock, partly in confusion, but also, to my shame, partly in curiosity. I wondered what she was doing and what she would do if she discovered I had an erection. And that is the part that really shames me, I WANTED her to feel it.

And she did. Her hand slid down my shorts and stopped when she felt my stiff member. She seemed confused for a moment but then this silent act continued. With her fingers, she began to trace through my shorts the shape of my shaft. Then she stopped again. Her hand returned to the elastic at the top of my shorts, then she lifted it up and slid her hand inside. My cock jumped as her bare fingers came to a rest on it, before closing around it. Again she stopped, seemingly unsure whether to continue this illicit act.

After a few moments hesitation, she began to stroke my penis, running her grip up and down my shaft. I knew it was too late but I still felt I could stop this. But I couldn't. Instead I helped her by hooking my thumbs into the elastic and pulling my shorts down. Past my knees and ankles before kicking them off. I was now naked. She continued to stroke me. I rolled onto my back then pushed the sheet covering us away. She gasped lightly as my naked body came into view in the lamplight.

She sat up a bit and began to actually masturbate me. Finally I broke the silence that had existed between us throughout this act.

"Martha...?"

"Huh?"

"What are you...I think you shouldn't be doing this..."

"I know...I...it's ..."

"You'd better stop."

"Do you want me to?" she breathed.

"It's wrong."

"I..."

"I'm your brother. You're just a child."

"I'm eighteen."

"I'm your brother."

"I know but...do you want me stop?"

"Yes," I said firmly.

"Ok, sorry," she said, stopping. Her hand resting back on my stomach.

A few minutes passed. My head was spinning, and my cock was still hard. Shit! Did I really want her to stop?

"I don't know. I don't know anymore," I mumbled.

"What?" she asked.

"It was wrong. But it felt...good...I don't know what I want."

"I want you to be happy," she whispered.

"By jerking me off? That will only make me feel guilty."

"Guilty about what?"

"You. Jenny. Mom...it's wrong. What would they all say?"

"They won't know. They'll never have to find out. I won't tell. You don't have to..." she whispered, her hand sliding back down to my still erect penis.

"But I'll know."

"Don't think about it. I'll just do it then we can forget it ever happened."

"Can we? Can I look at you next time me and Jenny come round for Sunday lunch and just ignore the fact that you gave me a handjob? Pretend it never happened?"

"If you have to. Not at first but in time."

"What about you? Can you forget?" I asked her.

"Maybe not forget. But I will move on. If I have to."

"I don't know," I repeated as her stroking resumed.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes but..."

This time she didn't reply. Her grip tightened and her strokes got quicker.

"Oh god..."

"He won't save you! You're going to hell. And so am I!" she laughed as she continued to jack me off.

"Oh shit that feels..."

"What?"

"Fucking good!"

"Language brother."

"How can you tell me off for swearing when you're doing that?" I laughed.

"Easy!"

"Shit...I'm gonna cum soon."

"Good."

"You want me to cum?"

"That would generally be the idea of a handjob."

"NNNNnnnngggggg!!"

"Unless you want me to stop just before..."

"OOOOoooohhhhh shit I'm gonna cum!!"

And I did. A first jet shot out over my stomach, then across my chest, followed by several more, landing on my stomach and her hand.

"Ohhhh..."

"Good?" she asked.

I didn't reply. I climbed off the bed and across to the bathroom. I got some toilet tissue and wiped the sperm off me, before going back to the bedroom.

"For your...hand..." I said, passing her a few sheets of tissue.

When she had wiped her hands clean I took the tissues and flushed them down the pan before climbing back onto the bed, and pulling the sheet over my still naked body.

"Did that just happen?" I asked.

"I think so, " she replied, sounding embarrassed for the first time.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes..."

"Are you sure?"

She began to cry.

"I'm sorry...I've ruined everything...I didn't mean..." she sobbed.

"Shhh...it's ok...you haven't ruined anything..."

"But you're my brother..."

"Shh...it's ok...it's alright..."

I sat up and hugged her. She finally began to calm down.

"Sorry," she whispered, a smile trying o break out across her tear stained face.

"It's ok...don't say sorry...I'm the one...I should've stopped it..."

"No...I'm so..."

"Shh..."

"You must think I'm such a freak..." she said, again trying to smile.

"I don't. I'm the freak. I let my little sister play with my cock!"

She laughed.

"Besides, it was...good..."

"Really?"

"No...it was awesome."

"I doubt it. A grubby little handjob in a seedy motel..."

"That's what made it so good. Because everything about it was so...so...wrong...so dirty..."

"Dirty. Definitely dirty. Sorry."

"No I don't mean it like that. Dirty in a thrilling way. Dirty in a way that I don't get from my wife. Exciting."

"So we're both freaks?" she smiled.

"We are. And if we never do anything like that again I will never forget it. Ever."

"Even over Sunday lunch next month?"

"Never. Now we should try to sleep."

But we couldn't. Both of us were too aware of what just happened.

"Shit?" I exclaimed.

"What?"

"I forgot to ring mom and dad to tell them we won't be there until the morning. Now they'll be worried."

"Oh well you can't ring them now. It's too late."

"I couldn't anyway. No reception," I said, holding up my cell phone.

We both laughed then lay side by side for a while.

"Martha?"

"Yes?"

"Just a question. Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Touch my shorts. Feel my...you know..."

"I was horny."

"Oh."

"Why were you horny?" I then continued.

"I dunno. I'm eighteen. Why is anyone horny at eighteen? Just horny."

"Ok."

"Weren't you horny all the time at eighteen?" she asked me.

"Still am."

"What?"

"Horny all the time."

"Are you horny now?" she asked.

"Are you?"

"I asked first."

"I asked second."

"Don't answer a question with a question," she joked.

"Yes."

"Me too."

"You didn't cum did you?"

"No."

"Do you want to...you know...?"

"What?" she asked.

"Cum?"

"Are you offering?"

"Err...ohhh. I was thinking you could..."

"I thought you were going to help me..."

"Ermmm...we shouldn't..."

"I did it to you."

"Martha...it's not a good idea..."

"I want you to."

"You want me to what?"

She pulled down her panties.

"I want you to lick my pussy. Please."

She pulled back the sheet and spread her legs. I looked down. Without saying another word I knelt between her legs and began to lick her juicy cunt. Before long she was moaning and cumming.

"Well?" I asked as I lay back down next to her, the taste of her juices still on my tongue.

"What?"

"Happy now? You've cum?"

"You can't asked me that! Do you ask Jenny that after you've done whatever..."

"I'm only playing."

Silence.

Silence still.

"Yes. It was nice."

"Martha?"

"Yes?"

"Sleep."

This time we did sleep. Not for long. Not for long enough. We hadn't got to sleep till after one AM. Daylight streamed into the room. I picked up my watch and looked at the time. Quarter past seven. I lay still for a moment, trying to get my bearings. And then it all came flooding back to me. I was in a motel bed with my baby sister. Horrific thoughts filled my mind. I dreamed that we...no surely not...just a dream. Then I reached down. I was naked. I lifted the sheet. My little sister was asleep. Wearing a vest. Then I lifted the sheet higher. Fuck!! She had no panties on. Her bare ass stared back at me. Did we? We didn't?

I was panicking. Thinking of what happened. Details came back to me in pieces through the panic. My wife? I had never done anything - anything - with another woman since we'd been married. My parents? Surely I couldn't have been so stupid. I lay back and tried to still my racing mind.