The Lift Home

All right remain the property of Mitzi Norton. All characters are fictitious and over the age of 18.

The Lift Home

'Thank you for looking after them, May,' Mrs Brown enthused.

May took the money from Mrs Brown and smiled, having earnt an easy £25.

'That's okay,' she replied. 'They were fab, slept all night. I just watched Netflix and caught up on Queuejumpers!'

Mr Brown joined his wife and slipped an arm around her shapely waist. Kissing her softly on the cheek, he shared a concerned look with his wife, and then looked at May.

'Are you sure you don't want a lift home?' he asked. 'I know it's summer, but it's late and it's dark.'

Popping the money in her purse, May looked up. She was petite, with shoulder length blonde hair tied in bunches and an innocent face with just a hint of mascara and blusher.

'I'm sure, Mr B,' she chirped. 'Jack was passing by on his way back from the library, so he's happy to take me home.'

'As long as you're sure,' Mrs Brown added.

'He's outside, he got here just after you,' May said.

'I'll see you out,' Mr Brown said.

'Take care, May, until next time' Mrs Brown said, as she turned and headed for the kitchen, kicking off her shoes.

May reached the door and turned to smile, as Mr Brown hurried after her and arrived just as she held it wide open. Jack, her brother, was sitting in his car, engine running. Mr Brown saw him and waved, and he returned the wave dutifully.

As May turned to say goodnight, the warmth of the summer evening played over the exposed skin of her arms and legs. Her pink summer dress was short, bouncy, skipping with her as she sprang to the door.

May looked straight at Mr Brown.

'Goodnight, David,' she mouthed.

He looked straight at her, into her unblinking, piercing blue eyes. Quickly, he turned his head to make sure that his wife had made her way to the kitchen.

'Why won't you let me take you home?' he asked, pleadingly, quietly.

'Oh, David,' May replied, staring straight past him to the open kitchen door and the sounds of Mrs Brown clattering in the kitchen. 'Don't you think Liz might start to wonder why it took you so long to drive me a few miles?'

Her eyes returned to David, once again, holding his attention, his desperation, as he struggled to form words to alleviate his frustration.

May's eyes dropped to his crotch, then flipped back to his face just as quickly.

'Do your husband stuff tonight,' she said. 'You can always think about what you're actually missing while you fuck her. You had your chance, and you bottled it.'

'I explained to you,' Mr Brown hissed, trying to remain as quiet as possible as his exasperation rose, 'I couldn't get away, I had no reason to leave.'

'Well David,' she replied, 'I have no reason not to accept the offer of a lift from my brother, whether you get frustrated or not. And if you really want to fuck me, you'll find a reason to get away, won't you?'

With that, May smiled, turned and bounded down the short drive to the car.

'May, please,' he implored as quietly as he could, but May ignored him.

Mr Brown hesitated in closing the door, in going back in, watching the night, and the car door, swallow May. As the car pulled away, May watched him, her stare returning his but the resolve in it telling him that, for tonight at least, the burning object of his middle aged lust, was unattainable.

Jack eased the car off the kerb and onto the road. May turned to him.

'You drive like such an old man,' she told him.

'Slow and steady wins the race,' he told her.

At 20, Jack was two years older than May. Unlike May, he was tall and athletic, and May had always wondered if they had had a delivery driver who bore a remarkable resemblance to one of them, since they bore so little resemblance to one another.

As Jack slowly accelerated, May looked at her older brother, and thought about how kind and caring he was, how willing to help anyone, how unassuming he was in his demeanour.

'What was David talking to you about?' he asked, concentrating on the road.

May shrugged.

'Nothing really,' she replied, turning her head and gazing out of the window. 'Just when he wants me next.'

'When is that?' Jack asked without breaking concentration.

She turned her head and looked at her brother.

'As soon as possible,' she replied with a smile.

'Well, you have plenty of free time before you start at Uni,' Jack replied.

May looked at him. She thought further about his kindness, his humanity, his generosity, and an urge she had never considered before suddenly overwhelmed her.

'You see this lane on the left?' she asked, pointing ahead of her.

He nodded.

'Pull in there, and drive about 200 yards,' she added.

Jack looked puzzled.

'Why?' he enquired.

'Just do it, and I'll explain when we get there,' May told him, softly.

Shrugging, Jack followed her directions, indicating left and driving, slowly and carefully, up the darkened road. It was lined by bushes, narrowing, with no street lights. Only the headlights of the car illuminated the way.

'There,' May suddenly shouted, 'on the left, pull in there.'

'May, why the fuck are...' Jack started before May cut him off.

'Just pull in,' she insisted.

Jack gently pulled the car to a stop in a small, rough turning circle.

May unfastened her seat belt and turned to him, her right leg crooking up on the seat as she did. He looked more puzzled now.

'Why are we here?' he asked.

May held him in her gaze, looking at him but not answering for mere seconds, although the vastness of the silence stretched before them for what felt like hours.

'Okay, I'm going to tell you something,' May said, 'but you have to promise not to tell anyone.'

'Okay,' Jack replied, slowly and narrowing his eyes.

'When David Brown brings me home after babysitting,' May began, 'he stops the car here and fucks me.'

Jack's eyes widened and he moved back in his seat, recoiling from his younger sister.

'What the fuck?' he cried. 'Are you fucking serious? He's married.'

May tutted.

'Don't be such a moron,' she shot back. 'I know you fuck Ben's mum when his dad is away on business trips.'

Jack was stunned at both revelations.

'What...how do you...I fucking don't,' he protested.

'Yes, you do,' May replied, 'and you have been for the last year. It's no use lying about it.'

Shocked into silence, Jack sat pulling at his seatbelt and tried to think how to reply.

As the engine of the car ticked over, the air conditioning offered relief from the warm August night. Outside, the headlights created a halo of vision, and illuminated Jack and May as they sat. Jack struggled to know where to look, as if avoiding May's eyes would mean that he could avoid what she was saying. May maintained a firm stare, making sure that if he did look at her it would be straight into the hot blue of her steely eyes.

'And you know what else I know, Jack?' she continued.

Jack's eyes widened still further as he looked around her, not at her.

'I know you watch me in the house.'

Shaking his head, Jack started to protest.

'I know you watch me in my bedroom, and when I get out of the shower, and when I walk around in a towel,' May went on.

'May, I wouldn't,' Jack protested more strongly.

'You would and you do,' she insisted. 'Anyway, stop squirming and listen.'

Dazed into listening, Jack now met her eyes.

Reaching up to the thin shoulder straps of her pink dress, May quickly pulled them down her arms and exposed her breasts. Throughout, she maintained her eye contact with Jack, who took in a sharp, deep breath.

'May, what are you doing?' he gasped.

She sat, still, facing him, her arms folded under her breasts. They were firm, average in size, topped with stiff brown nipples.

'What the fuck are you doing, May?' Jack once more protested. 'I'm your fucking brother, pull up your dress.'

His head twitched, looking away and looking back. He told himself he was looking to see if she had yet pulled up her dress, but he knew that really he was looking at her boobs and her erect nipples. He shifted in his seat, looking out of the window.

May sat, huffing.

'Okay,' she stated. 'If that's how you want to be.'

Wriggling, she shifted the delicate pink dress down her body, lifting her buttocks from the seat to enable it to slide over the curve of her young hips. As she dropped the dress to the floor of the car, she slipped off her white ballet pumps too, and now sat naked.

Jack glanced back.

'Fucking hell, May,' he shouted. 'Put your fucking dress back on.'

He twisted in his seat, eyes now fixed out of the window.

'I know you want me, Jack,' May said.

'You're my sister, May,' Jack whispered back, still gazing out of the window.

'I know you can see me in that window,' May said.

Jack fell silent and sat, now still, breathing hard.

'Ask yourself, how many more times this offer might come along,' May said, sitting naked and also still.

Jack's head turned and, for the first time, his eyes wandered over the young, firm, naked form of his younger sister.

'May, I'm your brother,' he pleaded again.

She looked at him and smiled.

'And you're hot, and we're both horny, and I want you,' she replied.

This seemed to take Jack by surprise.

'How do you know I'm horny?' he asked.

'Well,' May began, 'because I saw how you looked at me when I came down the path, I saw how you looked at my legs when you started driving, I know you've been watching me in the window and I can see the shape of your hard on in your shorts.'

With this, she glanced down at his crotch, and he shifted to hide it.

'I'm naked, Jack,' she continued, 'and you're hard. So...fuck me.'

Now Jack looked at May. His eyes skirted over the curves of her lithe body, young, firm, available, exposed. Her right leg was tucked under her, opening her thighs so he could see the smoothness of her pussy, the pussy he had thought about licking so many times before. She stared at him, unflinching.

Gulping noiselessly, he considered the ramifications of fucking his own sister, the possibilities for what would happen in future. She appeared motionless, calm, while he felt as if a cyclone was moving withing him, tearing at the shores of his internal organs and destroying the levees of his resistance.

May was right. He was horny. He was hard. He could feel his cock throb in his shorts and she was right that he wanted her, though he had never imagined that she would make herself available to her older brother. Yet here she was, naked, smooth, willing, aching to be fucked.

No words passed between them, just looks. Jack's look wandered, but he could feel the drilling stare of May's eyes on him as he moved along the smooth of her thigh, the crease of her groin, the smooth flesh of her pussy, up the flat of her stomach, to those pert boobs he had so often fantasised about as he stroked himself in his bedroom.

Without speaking, May leaned in. He started as he felt the palm of her manicured hand press on the clear outline of his cock. Then her other hand moved across and she gripped the waistband of his shorts, one hand holding them steady and the other hand easing down the zip. She looked into his eyes, her hand delving inside his shorts and in an instant May had one hand around the burning, throbbing cock of her older brother.

He offered no resistance. Instead, he moved back to allow his naked sister easier access to the swelling muscle in his shorts. May looked at him, deep into his eyes, her fingers curling around the hardening cock.

'Take them down,' she instructed him without removing her eyes from his.

After the briefest of silences and considerations, he did. Pulling down his shorts, his cock was freed and May leaned in.

She held her brother's cock firmly, her fingers tightly squeezing the pulsing rod. Although she could see the precum leaking from the uncircumcised end, she spat on the head to ease the passage into her already salivating mouth.

Jack breathed deep and long as he felt his sister lower her head and open her lips to accommodate him. Her lips slowly slipped around the veined shaft, thick and throbbing, each already bone hard inch of her brother's cock slowly filling her welcoming mouth.

He moaned, his hands arching back and grasping the head rest as he watched his sister's head slowly bob in his crotch. The rise and fall of her head, rhythmic and accomplished, eased every solid inch in and out. She sucked hard, lolling her tongue around the fat, purple head of her own flesh and blood.

Her hands squeezed still, and as she sucked she wanked him slowly. He moaned, grunted, shifted his position as he felt her jerk him off into her mouth. Clearly his sister knew just how to suck a hard dick, and she increased her speed.

Breaking away, she continued to wank her brother's throbbing meat when she gasped hard. This broke Jack's reverie and he looked down.

Her back now arched down, one hand wanked him hard, but he could just make out in the peripheral light that she had reached her left hand down between her thighs and was now rubbing her clit hard.

She gasped again, and again, rubbing her between her tightly closed thighs as she stroked her brother's cock. Pressing hard, she inhaled and considered that she was now in a car, with her brother's cock in her hand, at the spot where her married lover regularly filled her with his cock.

Within seconds, she was pressing her clit harder, in tight, small circles. She continued to stroke Jack's cock, making him moan louder, and when she could concentrate she flicked her tongue around his head and savoured the sweet taste of the precum he was leaking.

Then the dam of her orgasm broke. She pressed her clitoris harder, in firmer, smaller circles, as if she was trying to force out her orgasm. Her back arched up, forcing her head down, and it was all she could do to hold on to his cock as she came, her sweet young juice running down her thigh as she tucked her head in and came all over her fingers.

'Fucking hell,' she exclaimed as her muscles spasmed. 'Jesus fucking holy Christ. Fuck. Fuck.'

She spat out the single syllable expletive with each twitch of her cervix.

Jack watched as his sister came, swearing. Each expletive made his cock even harder, more rigid, more ready for her.

When she regained something approaching composure, she swallowed his cock hard, her mouth dropping down on every inch and filling it. She spat once more on his granite hard cock and wanked it, jerking her hand hard down into his balls as she looked up at him for the first time since she had opened his shorts.

'Fuck me, Jack,' she demanded. 'I need you.'

She reached down and slipped her seat back, then did the same to Jack's seat.

Turning around, she bent her petite frame as she held onto the side of the seat, pushing her back down and her hips out.

'Fuck me, Jack,' she repeated. 'I need your cock inside me.'

Having watched his sister's release and felt her suck him hard and deep, he didn't think now.

May was on her knees, legs spread as wide as she could, her wet pussy and tightly drawn asshole there for him.

'I just need you to fuck me and cum in me,' May told him, turning her head to see him.

Clambering up onto his knees, he moved behind her. He gripped his cock in one hand as May reached back and spread the lips of her tight pussy. Lining the tip of his cock between her soaking wet, pink lips, Jack steadied himself on the pert, tight cheeks of her arse.

Slipping his hands around to hold her hips, he pulled his sister back briskly onto his swollen, throbbing cock.

He groaned as he felt her soft, wet flesh engulf him, easing his foreskin back and consuming his erect length. She shouted 'Fuck' as she felt his balls rest against her clit when she was filled by her brother's cock.

'Now fuck me, Jack,' she cried, 'fill me.'

Jack feared he wouldn't manage more than one stroke, but he did. He held May's hips and filled her, as she asked. As he pulled her back, she slid forward, creating the rhythm of fucking she wanted. Jack remained still, moaning, as he watched his sister slide back and forth along his erect cock. She bucked hard, forcing her hips back and then sliding forward until he was nearly out of her, then driving back again.

'I'm gonna cum, May,' Jack grunted.

She fucked him harder, bouncing back and forcing the cheeks of her arse onto him.

'Good,' she moaned, 'I want your cum, Jack, shoot your cum up me, fill my cunt.'

May held the side of the seat for purchase and slid fluidly along Jack's length, miking her elder brother.

He could hold back no longer. The rhythm of May's hips and his depth inside forced him to hold her hips and cry out as his cock throbbed and jerked and shot his load deep inside his little sister. Holding her hips, his neck strained as he came, and he pushed his cock as deep inside her wet hole as he could. She pushed back to meet him, revelling in the sensation of her brother emptying himself inside her and the feeling of his cock pumping his seed deep, deep inside her.

May pushed back, making sure he was milked and spent, before she slid from his softening cock and sat in her seat again.

She was naked; Jack was spent, exhausted and dishevelled as he reclined to look at her.

May looked back at him and smiled.

'Did you ever think you'd be filling your little sister with your cum?' she asked him.

He shook his head.

'Me neither,' she concurred. 'But I'm glad you did.'

Leaning back over, she took his cock in her mouth once more and licked it clean, tasting her juice and his on his cock.

'Now, I think you need to take me home,' she told him as she picked up her dress from the floor and pulled the seatbelt back across her. 'And you can explain to dad the stains on this seat.'