Note: a continuation of Terry's Story featuring son Andrew.
Chapter 1 -- In which son Andrew lusts for his sister while fucking a hooker
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After spending the last two days cramped inside a car with his sister and parents, Andrew Hamilton breathed a sigh of relief as he collapsed onto the crisp, cool sheets of his very own hotel bed. His family was well enough off that whenever they travelled, he and his sisters being of full adult maturity now, got their own rooms. But he didn't lay still for long. His skin was itchy. A headache pounded irritatingly at his temples. Hell, he knew what the problem was. He was still overstimulated from that "incident" at that sleazy rest area bathroom where some mystery girl had sucked his dick through a glory hole and made him come so hard his balls had shuddered.
And he was pretty sure that woman was his own flesh and blood sister.
The things he would do to get his sister to suck his dick like that more often... If it had been her.
Of course, there still remained the possibility that a stranger had been in that stall and not his sister Laura. He shouldn't want the woman to be his sister. But he did. He wanted it so bad his cock hardened just thinking about her mouth sucking on his tool with that eager little mouth.
Andrew wasn't comfortable knowing how much he had enjoyed even the thought of coming in his sister's mouth. It was bad enough that his fun-loving, flirtatious sister with the body of an athlete from years on the track team had already infiltrated his mental fantasies years ago. He had so many scenarios revolving around Laura it was shameful. Made him wonder if he was crazy.
What kind of a bro thought about fucking his own flesh-and-blood sister? The fucked-up kind. That's who.
Aside from his perverted fantasies revolving around eighteen-year old hot pussied sister, he was completely normal. He had dated plenty of girls, one of whom he'd loved, but she broke it off with him when he moved to go to university. He cared about women, too, and not in some pandering way. He just did, because he generally respected people; until someone gave him a reason not to.
Yet, his fantasies had gotten rougher... and closer to home.
Why did his sexual fantasies involve him nailing his sister's tight ass? Or of coming inside her hot, shaven pussy? He'd done everything to her in his vivid imagination: impregnated her, came on her face, splooged jizz on her tits, exploded cum her pussy, inside her pussy, her ass, on her ass, on her stomach, in her hair... while she was sleeping.
Fucked up. That's what he was. A complete sicko scumbag. No way could he ever tell anyone about these fantasies of his. What would anyone think of him? They'd call him a monster and look at him with horror. Well, screw that. He had a degree to get and plans with his life. He had a AAA scholarship to play football and plenty of friends who liked him.
Andrew rubbed the back of his neck as he stood and gazed out the window. They'd made it to Tallahassee for their last ever family vacation. His sister Laura had just graduated high school and would be attending the same university as him in the fall.
He'd always loved Laura, but they'd never been close. It almost felt like they were acquaintances, even strangers, rather than real siblings.
With a three-year gap between them, which at times felt more like ten years, they'd never taken to doing what many siblings did. From watching movies, chatting about their lives and work and their shitty problems. Hell, he and Laura didn't even text each other. What would they possibly have to talk about?
Laura had been quiet ever since they left the rest stop. This added tension onto Andrew's already burdening thoughts. Was she quiet because she thought she sucked some stranger off at a rest stop? Or did she know it was him. At one point, he'd glanced over at her to find her staring at him; she'd quickly looked away, though.
Something about that interaction stuck in his mind.
Just thinking about it made his dick twitch. He wanted to fuck, to explode in some woman's tight hot pussy—then he'd finally find some damn relief and not feel this constant itching nag that kept bugging him. Maybe if he had sex, he'd stop fantasizing about his sister and that damn rest stop.
Andrew left his room and made a walkabout through the hotel. On their way inside, he'd noticed a certain kind of woman sitting in the lobby. She had that look about. A look that said she was all pro all the way. For the right amount of cash.
Sex with a hooker had never been on his bucket list of things to do, but hell, at this point he'd pay a dog to lick his balls.
He made his way to the ground floor bar, where he'd spotted the pro on his way in. His eyes lit up as he spotted her. Yes. She was still there.
She wore a black, fitted dress meant to entice and a pair of spiky red high heels. She had long blond hair wrapped back in a tie, and in profile she resembled his sisters. Fit, thin, dark blond hair like wheat, a thin nose. She looked so much like his sister. But Laura would never be caught dead wearing a dress and heels. She was a cut-offs and t-shirt kind of girl, never caring for that "frilly shit", as she said.
Andrew approached the woman slowly, when her head turned and she caught sight of him, she smiled openly. That was all the invitation he needed.
He crossed to her, his cock hard and ready for release inside a woman, so he could finally eject this fantasy from his brain that he had of fucking his sister. He did not want to wait a moment longer.
"Why hello, sweetie. Can I ... help you with something?" Her eyes darted warmly down his body.
Andrew licked his dry lips. He'd never done this before. But his parents said they were staying in for the night and he and his sis were to do whatever the hell they wanted. And what he wanted was a tight pussy to fuck.
"How much?" He got straight to the point.
Her eyebrows rose. "For what, exactly?"
"Sex."
"One hour, sweetie, is two hundred dollars."
Andrew leaned closer as the bartender came their way. He waved the man away when he tried to take his drink order. He whispered in the prostitute's ear, "Can I bareback you?"
Her eyes crinkled at the corner as she smiled. "Of course. Have a room already?"
His lips were dry, so he licked them as his heart started to race. He was really going to do this. His excitement could not be contained. A rush of energy surged inside his blood, lighting a fire to it.
He grabbed the pro's elbow and steered her for the elevator. Inside the metal cage they were alone. When the doors closed, he pulled her close and kissed her hard, his tongue thrust-fucking her small mouth.
He didn't know her name. Hell, maybe he didn't need one. He'd call her... Laura.
At the thought, his balls panged and his spine tingled with anticipation at the huge load he'd blow inside her. Panting, he cupped the back of her head and kissed her even harder, eating up the soft sounds she made in response.
The door pinged as it opened. Andrew peered down the hall to ensure his sister and parents weren't out before he yanked the hooker into his room.
She stumbled in after him, laughing softly as she tossed her purse on the dresser. "Money first, sweetie."
He pulled two stiff hundreds that were carefully folded behind an insurance card for emergencies in his wallet. She winked at him as she pocketed the cash in her purse and then took a seat on the bed. She spread her legs wide.
"What do you want...sweetie?"
He rubbed his crotch as he studied her body. Fat tits pushing against her dress, curvy hips. He swallowed hard and in a hoarse voice, began to command her to do as his fantasy bid. It was not just any fantasy, either, but one he'd had for years—and every time it involved his little sister—who wasn't so little anymore.
"On the bed. Lay on your stomach."
She complied and Andrew knew he was far too aroused to go slow for this first time 'round. He noted the time. An hour. That was a long time and a lot of orgasms.
He shed his t-shirt overhead and unzipped and dropped his jeans.
The woman moaned and lifted her ass in the air to jiggle it at him. Andrew stroked his rock-hard cock and took a deep, heavy breath as he approached the whore with purpose.
His fantasy was always the same. It came from a real memory. It was probably the memory that started him off fantasizing about his sister.
Laura was lying on a bed, about to pass out from being out with her friend's late and binging on booze and weed. She looked at him over her shoulder, smiled, and told him to "fuck her anyways," and then she passed out. Heavy head denting a cushiony pillow, limbs limber and pliant. He could have fucked her right then and there... That was three years ago. She'd only been 18 years old. He hadn't touched her, not a hair on her pretty little head. Instead, he'd jerked off, as any rational human male would.
That particular fantasy had left Andrew coming hard every time he jerked off to the fantasy.
