Surrendering to My Sister

***This is part six of what I believe will be at least a ten part series following an evolving incestuous relationship between adult siblings. You would enjoy this much more if you read the previous five, but it can also be read as a standalone. All characters in sexual situations are over 18. The story contains references to gay sex. If you can't handle that, please skip it.***

After finally fucking for the first time on December 23rd of 2020 my sister Kelly and I had three more days to spend together shacked up in an Alabama hotel room. After that, we had to return to our real lives: her with her daughter in Texas, and me working from home at my apartment in Baltimore.

We were right back at it on the morning of the 24th. We had a soul revealing conversation sandwiched between exchanging rough oral sex, and what can best be described as passionate lovemaking rather than fucking.

The rest of the day on Christmas Eve we were giddy. It was not unlike the overly enthusiastic discussions you have with a romantic interest after your first time together. As fun as the

"no way you like blank too?"

type banter is with someone you finally got to fuck after having a crush on for a long time, it really pales in comparison to having that type of conversation with someone you've known your whole life, and... you know.... are related to.

Kelly had told me that she thought of herself as AB+ when it came to sex, that is: the universal receiver. She said that in the realm of sex & sexuality she was pretty much open to anything her partners wanted to do. Even when she didn't really like it, she liked that they wanted to do it with/to her.

As we walked hand-in-hand down West Magnolia Ave and through the Auburn University campus, we idly chatted in a manner more befitting a 40 year old guy and his 44 year old sister. But, in the back of my mind I was turning over some complex thoughts; wondering if I should make a similar deep confession to Kelly. One that might go a long way to describing my very similar sexual bent to her.

In the evening, as we stood waiting for our takeout order at the Italian place next to the hotel for the second straight night, what I wanted to explain to her came into focus for me. I was about to start laying the groundwork of what I wanted to say when as the hostess walked toward the podium with our bag of food and succeeded in distracting us both.

She was probably in her early to mid-twenties and dressed like a lot of other young women. The fact that she was probably 20 or 30 pounds overweight didn't stop her from wearing the same revealing clothes as her slimmer counterparts. She sported black yoga pants and a pretty tight top that accented the curves of her big tits, along with showing off the bounce of her tummy as she walked.

"Here y'all go" she said handing us the bag. "I guess you really liked it last night to come back again, huh?"

"We're over at the Hilton, uh... how do you pronounce your name sweetie?" Kelly asked glancing a the name tag atop her plump tit that read

Azlyn

.

"Oh.. its like 'As-Lin' just like its spelled" she replied, in a way that made it clear she had delivered that exact sentence roughly a million times in her young life.

"Azlyn, how pretty!" Kelly sing-songed back, so that even I didn't know if she was being serious or sarcastic. "Well Azlyn, like I said, we're shacked up over at the Hilton for a few days, and after our, uh, activities, we didn't want to go too far for sustenance, if you know what I mean."

As I reached for the bag a look of recognition fell across young Azlyn's face and she mouthed oh before releasing the handle of the bag with her lips still stuck in that position. Kelly put her arm around me and gave me a squeeze before surprising Azlyn and I both.

"I'm sure you have a lot going on for the holidays, but we're in room 221 if you want to join us for some fun when your shift ends sweetie. You look just delectable in those leggings. You should have seen him checking you out as you walked back to the kitchen."

"Oooooo-kay, Kel. Lets get back to the room." I said spinning out of her grasp and heading for the door.

"I'm serious Azlyn. We'll give you a night you'll never forget. Room 221. Don't change, just come the way you are as soon as you're off."

Kelly followed me to the door leaving Azlyn stood there with her hand still stretched out and her lips still pursed. Rather than laughing like it was all some kind of prank, Kelly glanced through the window as we started toward the hotel through the parking lot, and just smiled back as the young hostess watched us walk away.

"Wow Kel. Where did that come from?"

"I know you like big titties swinging, and I did see you checking her out, I figured 'nothing ventured' and all that."

"Do you think she'll come up to our room?"

"Fuck I hope so, but probably not. Mostly I wanted to do it just to wind you up and maybe give her something to think about tonight when she gets off with her electric toothbrush while her boyfriend plays video games."

"That's a rich and detailed backstory for a girl you've seen twice, Kel"

"Call it a hunch."

As we ate found myself thinking about what it would be like to fuck Azlyn from behind while she ate my sister out. Then, I started to think more deeply about what it was that I wanted to tell Kelly. I was still ruminating as I polished off my Spaghetti Classica.

"I know the food's not good enough for you to be this quiet because you're savoring, Paddy. What's going on in that head?"

"Sorry Kel. I've been thinking about my own 'pervert origin story' since you shared yours."

"Pervert origin story? Love that."

"Thanks. Well, since you told me about the rough sex with Sean, hooking up with Beverly Baines, and your whoring in college I've been thinking about what led me to be the way I am. I've pretty much just always wanted to try anything, same as you, but I have had a struggle about some of the realizations that has led me to."

As we cleaned up our dinner I told Kelly how I always seemed to find myself attracted to the margins. Taboo, illicit, forbidden... whatever people want to call it, it's always been like a magnet for me.

"Prior to you telling me about your early experiences I really hadn't pulled at my own threads in a long time. I've been questioned before why I was in to panties, so I suppose I had mulled that over, but in all honesty that is one of my more straightforward kinks, at least in my mind."

"But since we talked yesterday you've been wondering what made you this way?"

"Yeah, i guess that's it. I had a long conversation with Joan when we were dating about all the things I fantasized about, and she seemed cool with it all. But, after we got married and we started to get more and more adventurous the wheels fell off much quicker than I could have anticipated. And even though she was a willing and enthusiastic participant through most of it, when I finally went further than she was comfortable with, she ended up asking me if I had been molested as a child."

"Jesus!"

"Right? I mean, that really hit me hard. She's a very smart person, and when she got a look under my hood she assumed that the only way I could be into the things that turned me on was if I was sexually assaulted."

"Sorry Paddy. That is rough. I might have expected that kind of thing from wife number two, but not Joan!"

"Joan and I were great friends, and lord knows she wanted to be more adventurous sexually but she did have a ton of hang ups."

"So is that what really broke you guys up?"

"Well... I guess, in a manner of speaking, yes. There's pretty much never been a 20-month marriage that only had one reason for ending, but after trying something that she said she always wanted, she never looked at me the same way again."

"Oh god, this must be good. Serious question: if I start getting turned on will it piss you off if I touch myself?" Kelly asked apparently unaware that she was already tracing her hand lightly over the crotch of her flannel PJ pants.

"You know... I should probably be pissed that you even asked me, but no. No, it won't piss me off. It'll probably get me hard to see you getting off on my fucked up shit." My head sunk down and I let out a deep sigh.

"Pat it's ok. Remember what I said before: I

DO NOT

judge. I have had some positively repugnant fantasies, and the only thing that bums me out about them is that I haven't had the chance to make a lot of them happen. As long long as everyone is of age, willing, and under their own control I say its all fair game."

"Well I'll come back to the willing part later, because the times I have gotten most scared or ashamed of myself is when I've found someone who wanted to role play with non-consent or dubious consent."

"As you know, I have had my own struggles in that area." Kelly added, referring to the story she had told me the day before about being turned on when she thought that a date was going to rape her.

"I think what I've been ruminating on since yesterday is the number of times I thought I could unburden myself to a sex partner, only to find that I always end up making one revelation too many."

"So its a 'yes, yes, yes, yes, maybe, oh my god what's wrong with you' kind of response?"

"Yeah, that pretty much sums it up."

"Trust me, I know what you're talking about. Pat... I'm not going to judge you, and I fully expect that you'll never judge me. That doesn't mean that we're both going to like all the same things. But, I don't think you're the type to get off on truly hurting someone, so all we're talking about here is shame based on deviation from the norm, you know? Its not the justifiable shame you would feel if you hurt someone or took advantage of them."

She was right, of course. Somewhere along the line we had both veiled ourselves in our own moral codes when it came to sex. The columnist Dan Savage talks the Campsite Rule wherein you leave a sexual relationship in better condition than when you found it, but Kelly and I had our own versions of it. We had both spent the last few decades looking for partners who we could be comfortable pushing our already very stretched boundaries with. But I still hadn't gotten as comfortable ignoring social morays to the level Kelly had.

"So, what was the thing that made it so Joan couldn't look at you the same way?"

"This is wild. I've never actually talked about this with anyone. Joanie was always into porn, and when she would want to watch while we fucked she would almost always pick gangbang scenes. She said that she didn't think there was anything hotter than a chick getting used by a bunch of guys."

"Ain't that the truth" Kelly said as she slipped her hand beneath her waistband in anticipation of my story.

"Well, I would start saying all sorts of stuff while we were fucking - or when she was going down on me - about how hot it would be to see her with a bunch of other people, and it drove her wild. The nastier the scenario the crazier she'd get. And, of course, I loved it too. All the fantasizing seemed to unlock something in her, and one night after we had fucked, she asked me about starting with a three way, before maybe building up to a group."

"Oh jackpot! I knew Joan was a little slut!"

"After that she would point out someone at a party, or at our regular bar, and we'd talk about trying to pick him or her up, but it didn't go anywhere. Finally about six months later we were at a party at her parents house, and a guy she grew up with was there..."

"Uh oh"

"Yeah. You know, being adopted from Vietnam and raised by white parents meant that Joan had a whole lot of shit to deal with growing up, even in Northern Virginia. But, the real big one was all the guys who were just hot for Asian girls. She hated being fetishized, which is totally understandable, but this guy was one of the ones who was into her solely because she was Asian."

As I moved into telling the story Kelly kept working her hand up and down in her pants. Part of me thought I should be offended, but a bigger part of me was wishing she'd just take the them off already.

I told Kelly how Joan and I ended up in the back yard with the neighbor and he started getting super flirty with us. Eventually I whispered to Joan that if we wanted a three way this was our chance, and she thought I was crazy.

"So I just asked the dude: 'are you looking to fuck?' and he was like 'hell yeah' much to Joan's surprise. To her credit she never backed down. We ducked under the broken fence from Joan's back yard to his, and went up to this little room over his parent's garage where he was living."

As I told Kelly about the guy and I taking turns kissing and feeling Joan up, she started working her hands faster in her PJ's. By the point in the story where Joan was taking turns sucking our cocks she finally kicked her pants and panties off and sat there in only her tee shirt and socks rubbing her glistening pussy.

"...so then she turns and starts sucking me with her ass up in the air. The dude looked at me and I just said 'do it' and he started fucking her. As soon as he pushed it inside her, she started moaning on my cock, which drove me crazy. The more he kept pounding her the more she kept taking my dick out of her mouth so she could either encourage him, or ask me if I liked seeing my wife get fucked by another guy."

Now Kelly lost her shirt and started cupping her tits with her free hand. I just sat on the end of the bed watching her as I finished the story. That night in Alexandria back in 2007 I also ended up watching for quite a while. The guy flipped Joan on her back and really started laying into her, drawing deeper moans from her. I happily watched on, lightly stroking my cock as she took it.

"I have to give the guy credit, he had outstanding stamina. I think they must've fucked, just the two of them, for damn near 45 minutes. When he said he was going to come she kicked him off and he ended up blowing all over her belly. I moved to take his place and aimed my cock at her pussy, but she put her foot on my chest and said that she needed to rest."

"Oh no, I think I see where this is going."

"Yeah, I thought you might. She was dozing when he and I started talking about what had happened. He actually apologized to me for wearing her out making it so I didn't get a chance to come. He kept getting bolder, first sitting down next to me, then putting his hand on my leg, and eventually grabbing a hold of my dick while he told me how much he liked fucking my wife while I watched."

Now Kelly was pumping three fingers into herself as I continued the story, and just as I had expected it was all turning me on, even though I was retelling an ultimately painful story.

"From there things moved so fast that I didn't take any time to think about what Joan might say, especially since she had been totally fine with a guy/guy/girl threesome. As with so many sexual desires: two men together is often hotter in the abstract than in practice for some people."

"So true" Kelly muttered between haphazard breaths signaling that she was close to coming.

"First he was just jerking me off, but then he was on his knees sucking my cock as he reached back and played with his asshole. I had never been with a guy in my life, and although it wasn't something I had really sought out it was exciting to me. When Joan woke up alone on the futon about 20 minutes later, she found this guy she had grown up with bent over getting fucked in the ass by her husband."

Now Kelly was just lightly pulsing her fingers in her cunt, and I got the impression that she was edging, I didn't want to keep her from coming for too long, so I decided to wrap up the action part of the story so she could get off and I could get to the revelation.

"She didn't scream or really react in any way. She watched quietly as I pounded the guy, much harder than I would usually rail her. But I did notice that she wasn't... into it, I guess. I thought that she'd at least be playing with her pussy while she watched."

As I explained to Kelly that I was torn on if I should pull out and come on the guy or blow a load in his ass she finally had enough and started rubbing her clit until she devolved into a whimpering come struck mess in front of me.

"When we got home she insisted that she was fine with it, but the next time I took I started talking to her about group sex she shut me down. Then she started putting me off when I wanted to have sex. Eventually, she asked if I should get tested, even though we had both had sex with the same guy."

"Fuck that's harsh. Even for a 'normal person' like Joan. I'm sorry that happened to you Pat." Kelly said while offering me her fingers like they were a spoon covered in cookie dough.

"Thanks Kel." I said responding to her sentiments rather than her pussy covered fingers. "By the time I really pressed her about it, I guess it had been festering for a while. That's when she asked if I had been molested. And it wasn't just about the gay sex. She started seeing all the other things I was into - panties, pissing, eating ass, voyeurism, you name it - as signs that I was fundamentally broken. She even asked me if I was only into her because she was Asian and if that was a kink too. It was three months later that we separated. And I'd be lying if my desire to be more 'normal' didn't lead to me ending up with someone like Ellen. And so that relationship was also doomed from the start."

"Yeah, I can see that now. It makes it all the more crazy that you and Ellen were together for five years!"

We both fell silent at that point. Kelly surprised me by jumping up off the bed and grabbing her jeans from where she had left them on the floor when we got back from the Italian place. I was totally confused as she pulled them on.

"Where are you going?" I asked as she hooked her bra and then donned a hoodie on her way to the door.

"It might be too late on Christmas eve, but I'll be right back. Grab a shower!" she said through the closing door.

I was still in the shower when I heard the door open again but I decided not to rush. I made sure to fully clean myself for whatever Kelly had planned. When I pulled the curtain back there she was leaning against the bathroom counter wearing nothing but a strap-on.

"Where the fuck did you find that?"

"This is The South Pat. I found it between a gym and a vape shop in a strip mall. Duh!"

"At 8 PM on Christmas eve?"

"Don't underestimate the professional zeal of the good folks at Kalli's Love Stuff!"

"Kalli's Love Stuff?"

"The name sucks, but they did have a nice assortment of toys. Are you going to shut the fuck up so I can fuck you already?"

As with our first time I didn't even bother drying off. I quickly took a step toward her and started to kiss her with my hand around her throat. A miscalculation on my part.

First she lightly shoved me away, before pushing me hard with both hands. When I took another step toward her she shot me a look that seemed to say "what do you think you're doing?" That stopped me in my tracks. She was going to be in charge tonight.

So I was a bit surprised when she just turned and walked out of the bathroom while telling me to dry off. I quickly did as I was told, and when I exited the bathroom she tossed a black plastic bag at me.

"I had to guess at your size. Put them on slut."

I reached into the bag and pulled out a lacey black babydoll nighty with a matching black thong attached by a little plastic tag. I was already hard thinking about my sister fucking my ass with her strip mall cock, so I sure as hell wasn't going to be off put by wearing lingerie while it happened.

I bit through the plastic and separated the thong from the nighty. I pulled the thong up and was impressed that it wasn't too tight. Quite the eye for detail on my big sis. I would love to say that I gracefully pulled the nighty on over my head, but it turned out that the straps were made to cross over in the back and i got kind of tied up in it.