Taboo Series: Home for the Holidays

Hello Again! It has been a while since I've submitted anything, but I have a new story.

This is another installation in my taboo series of, primarily, incest stories. I hope you enjoy how Marcus discovers that his pretty little sister is so willing to please, and just what he does with her. I have many ideas for these two, and I hope to visit them again soon!

All characters in this story are over 18! All sexual acts are consensual!!

Enjoy!

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Lora leaned against her brother as her heavy eyes began to close, her interest in the movie they were watching quickly waning. He mostly ignored her, an arm around her as her head lolled against his shoulder. His attention was still held rapt by the suspense flick they had found flipping through channels.

Marcus was home to visit for Christmas break. He'd been gone since the beginning of his senior year of college. It had been months since he had seen his little sister and she had been so excited that it had been hard to shake her the first week. Marcus and Lora had always been close. His raven-haired sister was only three years younger than him and she should have started her own first year of college this year. She hadn't, but only because she was helping their parents with the start-up of a small bakery. Her nineteenth birthday was coming up fast and all of those changes her body hadn't made when most girls did, had finally set in while he was gone.

By the time Marcus's movie was over, Lora was fast asleep. Marcus looked down at her and smiled fondly. He wanted to get up, but he didn't want to disturb her. Instead of making her wake up, he gave in and picked the remote up, channel surfing.

There wasn't anything on. It had gotten late and most of the lower channels were switching to infomercials and failed sitcom re-runs. He might have put in a movie or a video game, had his sister not been sleeping so soundly. He stroked her hair a little with his fingers, feeling its silken strands. Lora and Marcus had always curled up on the couch when it was cold. Even when they were children, though back then the entire family had crowded the oversized piece of furniture. Mom and Dad weren't home at the cuddle this time though, sharing a big warm blanket. They were catering a holiday party out of town and wouldn't be back until late in the morning.

Marcus just kept flipping channels until a sound caught his attention. He had passed the channel and then back-pedaled, surprised at what he heard. It had sounded like a moan, hot and loud. His cock had twitched when he heard the sound. He'd left his girlfriend behind at college and, since they were sort of on the outs, he hadn't had any action in a week or two.

As the screen lit up again, the sound of a girl crying out with pleasure made Marcus's cock jump again. The scene was cliché, just another little blonde schoolgirl bent over the bleachers. She was topless and her huge fake breasts bounced with every thrust the massive black football player threw her way. Her little skirt was flipped up over her back and the guy's large hands gripped her ass, spreading it open so he could look down at her tight little asshole while he plowed her dripping cunt.

Marcus's cock was hard before he knew it. He turned the television down a little, afraid to wake his sister up as his cock began to strain against his pajama pants. The camera moved in for a close up of the big dark cock pumping the little slut's twat and Marcus nearly groaned. She was creaming so heavy that it was visible. He loved a wet, messy fuck. He liked smearing girl cum up over her tight little asshole and licking it off... or better yet, using it to lube his cock up as he took his pleasure out in her ass.

He shuddered as he watched the guy's thick dark thumb press against the pale girl's asshole, pushing inside as she threw her head back and gave frantic cries of pleasure. He let go of the remote, his hand moving down to slide beneath the blanket. His eyes darted to his sister for a moment. He felt guilty even as he began to rub his cock through his pants. What if she woke up? It would be worse than awkward.

Still, as his eyes moved back to the television his cock ached and he couldn't help but rub himself through his pants. He made another quiet sound of pleasure, watching the cheerleader get her dripping twat pounded and her tight ass fingered. He nearly lost it as the guy pushed his other thumb into the girl's ass, using them to stretch her open for the camera.

"Fuck-" he muttered. He gripped his cock through his pants, his hands moving a little faster, focusing on the inch or two leading up to the head of his cock. The girl was still frothing around the massive black cock and he could swear she came as he spit on her tight asshole.

Without even thinking about it, Marcus pushed the elastic waist of his pants down, letting his cock jump free. Under the blanket, he wrapped his hand around his hard meat and began to stroke more pointedly. The guy on the screen pulled his cock from the girl's cunt and slowly teasing, he began to push into her little pucker as she moaned and begged him to plow her ass until she screamed.

Marcus didn't even realize when his sister shifted in his other arm, her lips parting slightly. He just watched as the large black cock began to take its time impaling the tight little ass, working deeper into it before pulling back and shoving forward again. His hand began to move faster up and down his cock and he knew he was close to cumming. Another soft groan escaped him and his sister's eyes opened, drowsily looking down at the blanket.

In her half-asleep state, she didn't quite understand why the blanket was moving so furiously and she shifted again.

"Mm... What are you doing Marcus?" Her voice was heavy with drowsiness, but just the sound of it against his chest made Marcus release his load. His back arched and he shot his hot seed all over the inside of the blanket, grunting. It wasn't until his orgasm had nearly finished that he realized who had spoken.

Wide eyes darted to his innocent sister, looking up at him, and he felt the heat rise in his face. He was ashamed. She reached out and grabbed the blanket, pulling it back and gasping as she looked on in surprise. Though not as much surprise as he felt when she touched his cum on the blanket and pulled it up to her lips.

"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have- I didn't mean to-" He stuttered, but his sweet little sister looked up at him, her cum covered fingers in her mouth a moment longer.

"It's cum..." she flushed, her mind slowly putting the pieces together. "You were... jacking off?" He turned redder at her words, trying to cover himself again. To his shock and embarrassment, he was still rock hard and throbbing. His sister didn't seem the least bit concerned that she had just swallowed his seed. As a matter of fact, she looked down at the rest of it on the blanket and almost in a daze she leaned forward, "You made a mess..."

Marcus's eyes widened and he watched, taken aback by his sister as she began licking the blanket, cleaning up his cum. When she was done, she moved to his cock. Some of it still remained there, where the last shot or two had done barely more than pour out of his cock instead of shooting.

Marcus jerked as Lora's tongue made contact with his cock and his cock jumped. He knew he should stop her, but as she bathed his cock with her hot mouth, he just couldn't make himself. She even closed her pretty little lips around the head and began sucking out the remnants of his load, making his back arch.

"Lora..." Her name started out as a plea to stop and turned into a plea to continue. He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair, intending to stroke it or pull her back, but before he knew it he was pushing her down, his hips rocking up to feed her more of his cock. His head went back and he groaned as she suckled him, his throbbing cock aching in her hot mouth. "Fuck..."

Lora, for her part, moaned softly before he pulled her back. He shook his head, fighting his own need for more of her. He knew it was wrong. He knew she would do anything to make him happy... He knew he shouldn't take advantage of her love.

"That's— You have to stop," he shuddered and he didn't sound like he meant the words at all. Lora frowned a little, her hand on his thigh.

"I- I just didn't want you to be a mess," she flushed and Marcus felt his cock throb. She sounded so innocent, so pure. "And you're still so hard. Do you need to cum again? Does it hurt? I read that it can hurt sometimes... I don't want you to hurt Marcus."

She sounded so sweet. It was his utter undoing. He gripped her hair tightly and pulled her to him, kissing her hard. He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his cock, encouraging her to stroke him as he gave in. When he pulled back from the kiss, he was breathy and her lips were wet with his saliva, "Yes... Yes I need to cum again." He shuddered as he said the words.

Lora flushed and stroked his cock, her small hand so soft around him. She kissed his lips gently, pressing close, "I'll make you cum. I do it for Daddy sometimes, when mom isn't around." Marcus nearly shot his load right then. Lora had been making their dad cum.

Marcus reached out and grasped his sister's breast. She was only wearing a thin camisole to cover her tits. They had grown on the last few months and they filled his hand perfectly. She moaned softly and he could feel her hard nipple pressing into his palm.

"Dad does this to you?" He moved his hand, pinching her nipple through her top, pulling on it lightly. She moaned and nodded. He groaned. Her hand felt amazing on his cock. She was getting a lot of practice, he thought. "And this?" His hand slid down and he gently teased her crotch through her pajamas. She shifted and spread her legs a little more, flushing and moaning.

She nodded.

"Fuck." It was a statement. He couldn't believe what he was learning. His hand came back up and he grabbed the hem of his sister's shirt, pulling it up. She moved to give him what he wanted. Her hand came off of his cock, but in return he was greeted by a pair of delicious, perky breasts with hard pink nipples. He grabbed her around the ribs and pulled her into his lap, settling her so that she straddled him. His hands slid down to her ass and he pulled her against him. His eyes didn't lift from her breasts as he spoke, "Rub against me. Grind."

She obeyed without a word of complaint, rocking her hips so that she rubbed her barely clothed crotch, up and down the length of his cock. His hands moved up and he grasped both of her breasts, groaning more loudly. Leaning forward, he pulled a nipple into his mouth and began to suckle it. She blushed and moaned, her fingers in his hair, encouraging.

"Marcus!" she gasped as he moved from one breast to the other, then back. He took his time, squeezing and caressing her tits as she slowly dry humped him. He could feel her pajama pants getting wet. The fabric was thin and she was very, very damp. He wondered (he actually hoped) if she had a messy, leaky, creamy cunt waiting for him. He suddenly wanted to make her cum so hard that it hurt to think about it.

In a single, sharp movement he had thrown his little sister off of him, down onto her back on the couch, and he was on top of her. He kissed her hard and ground his cock into her cunt. Her legs wrapped around him and she cried out, her back arching, her soft, dark locks webbing over the couch. Her cries were so soft, so sweet, so needy. He had to have her- all of her.

Marcus grabbed the waist of his sister's pants and began to slide down her body. By the time his face was level with the juncture of her parted legs, all she was wearing was her panties. They were pink and they were soaked. A dark stain marked the crotch. He leaned forward and sniffed her, his hands on her thighs. Moaning softly, he rubbed his nose against her panties, then his tongue, tasting her through the cotton. She arched her back and gasped, as he began to tongue the fabric more firmly, more quickly.

He could taste her juices through the fabric and he could tell she was creaming more as he licked her. With a groan, and the first of many growls, he put his full attention into licking her cunt through her panties, even sucking on the fabric. When he captured her clit inside the fabric, gently holding it in his teeth and sucking on the little nub, she screamed and began to cum. His eyes widened and he groaned as she gushed. Her panties were not the only thing that were soaked when she was done. A wet spot was soaking into the couch, a testament to how hard she had cum.

Marcus was on top of her again in a flash, his cock pressed against her juicy pink panties. He kicked off his own pants and kissed her hard, yanking off her panties. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed to be inside of his sister. In a single, well aimed thrust, he got what he wanted. Lora cried out and arched her back as he buried his throbbing rod, balls deep, into her cunt. His eyes rolled back into his head and he pulled away from the kiss, his own back arching.

He began to fuck her slowly at first. Each thrust was deliberate, punctuated. He would pull back fully, savoring every inch that slipped out of her until nothing but the tip remained. Then he would slam into her, burying himself entirely, making her cry out as his cock butted against her cervix.

"Fuuuck," he groaned again, looking down at his sweet sister, flushed as she pushed up to meet him. "Does Dad do this too?"

He reached out and stroked her cheek as he waited for her answer, pulling his cock back ever so slowly. She nodded as she met his eyes, her lips parted. Every thrust forward brought a sharp cry of pleasure, and maybe a little pain, from her. He shuddered, holding back the urge to just grab her hips and rut into her like an animal. Lora was his sister, he loved her. It should be special, not the rabid coupling that generally occurred between teenagers and college students when they had no control over their desires. He wanted her to remember how good he had made her feel. He wanted to remember how hard she made him.

"Say it. Tell me what Daddy does to you. Tell me what I'm doing." He ached to spurt inside of her, but he held back. There would be time for that. This was their first mating, he thought it should last.

Lora looked up at him with wide eyes, licking her lips a little, her breasts bouncing as he thrust forward, her nipples dancing for him as her sharp little cry cut through the room. "He fucks me. You- You're fucking me, Marcus."

Marcus tensed and barely held back an orgasm, shuddering. He leaned down and kissed his sister softly, affectionately. This was a million times better than fucking his girlfriend. He could feel the energy he and his sister shared, even though he knew it was wrong he wanted it. He wanted to fill her with his cum and then flip her over and slide his cock into her ass.

"And do you like it?" He was beginning to move a little more quickly, unable to help himself as his breath grew shorter. His hand slid down to her breast and grabbed it, squeezing the fleshy globe.

"Yes! Yes, I like it." He knew she wasn't lying. She was creaming his cock right now. He leaned forward and let his lips brush her ear. He could feel her shudder as he nipped at the lobe, flicking his tongue over it as he groaned.

"I'm going to fuck you hard and cum in your pussy. I'm going to fill you up until it leaks out. Is that okay?" He didn't think he could stop even if it wasn't, not anymore, but it would make it better if she wanted his cum too.

"Yes!" Her soft voice was a little shrill and she wrapped her arms around him, "Yes, please cum in me Marcus!" Her tits pressed hard against his chest as she bucked beneath him, trying to fuck him herself.

"Fuuck!" he growled the word and began to thrust in her hard and fast, no longer playing games. He ground his hands into the couch, pulling back a little to watch her body move as he pounded her. He looked down to see his cock plunging in and out of her and realized that his rod was coated in her cream. She wasn't just a little messy, she was downright nasty. She was flooding his cock with cream and she wasn't even cumming. He watched as she threw her head back, screaming, and he felt the pleasure bunching up in his stomach. It was like a lead ball, growing and growing, until suddenly it exploded.

With a bellow, he began filling his sister's cunt with his cum. He pounded her harder than ever, planting his seed into her womb, without ever thinking to ask her if she was on the pill or not. He bellowed again as another intense wave of pleasure rushed through him, a second shot, then a third, fourth, and fifth emptying in her. He had never cum so hard in his life and he still wasn't done.

And then he realized that she was cumming too. She was gushing around his cock and he could feel it washing over his sensitive balls.

"Fuck!! FUCK!!" He pounded into her for a few more minutes, until finally his explosive orgasm, and hers, began to fade. Even as he collapsed over her, her cunt throbbed around him, milking him for more. He breathed heavily atop her, kissing her neck and shoulders. She lay beneath him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She wiggled a little beneath him, rocking her hips.

A soft moan escaped her and he realized that his cock was not softening like it should. Closing his eyes, he let himself enjoy the way she squirmed under him, trying to make him fuck her more. He could imagine how wet her little ass was, how much juice had crept down and soaked into the couch. He shuddered, remembering the way the black man on the screen had spread the little cheerleader's ass open with his thumbs.

Sitting up slowly, he kissed his sister, pulling her into his lap. She kissed him back, settling with her curvy little ass against his cock. He stroked her breast, softly running his thumb over her nipple as she curled against him.

"Lora?" His voice was gentle as he ran his hand down her body, between her legs again, "Are you still aching?" His fingers slid between her legs and rubbed against her clit lightly. She moaned and rubbed against him. He could feel his cum leaking out of her onto his thigh and he slowly plugged her with two fingers, pumping them in and out of her leaking twat.

She nodded, whimpering as she moaned, "Yes... Yes, please make me cum again." She blushed at the words and he had the feeling that their father didn't worry too much about whether she was sated or not. He kissed her again. He continued to finger her as she moaned and wiggled in his lap, but he never worked her fast enough, or hard enough, to make her cum. He just kept her on the edge. He needed her to ache for release until it hurt. He needed her to be desperate when he asked her for what he really wanted.

Only when his thigh was thoroughly covered in her juices did he top kissing her. He pulled his fingers out and pushed them a little further down, pressing them lightly against her asshole. He ran them in a circle around her little pucker, his cock throbbing at the sound of her soft, surprised moan.

"Has Daddy ever been back here?" He pushed his fingers a little more firmly against her rosebud, just to be clear, and she gasped. She shook her head quickly. He licked his lips, seeing a little flash of uncertainty in her eyes. "Does it feel good when I do this?" He began to push just the tips of two fingers into her ass. He knew he was pushing his chances, trying to get two in at once on the first try, but he was excited and she was so wet back there that he thought he could get away with it.

She gasped, then nodded, her face flushed with pleasure and possibly embarrassment. He stroked her hair with his other hand, giving her a comforting kiss.