***This is part 11 of a 13 part series following an evolving incestuous relationship between adult siblings. You would enjoy this much more if you read the previous eight, but it can also be read as a standalone. All previous chapters are displayed in order under the series "A Brother and Sister's Journey" on my profile. All characters in sexual situations are over 18.***
I absentmindedly wandered through the house, not even bothering to turn the lights on as I went. It felt fitting to be in the dark. Hours after having my first full-on panic attack, I went from being momentarily relieved to feeling more lost and more hopeless than ever.
Plus, I had no idea where my sister had gone.
Kelly had stormed out a bit before 9 PM, and it was now well past midnight. That night brought to a head the craziest summer of both our lives, when we loosened all the knots we... or I guess, if I'm being honest, I had tied our relationship in.
Two and a half years earlier - in the midst of COVID lockdowns - we went from being adult siblings who rarely saw each other to roommates. We weren't all that close as kids, and Kelly never returned home after leaving for college in Texas. For twenty years we saw each other at best once a year, and exchanged pretty perfunctory texts a few times a month.
When her marriage publicly and embarrassingly fell apart she fled Texas for our childhood home, but she and our mother were driving one another crazy, so she ended up on my couch. We found out rather quickly that, even in our late 30's and early 40's respectively, we did have one big thing in common, namely that we were both avid masturbators.
The tight quarters of my 1-bedroom apartment led to us overhearing one another, and eventually we ended up side by side, watching porn together and getting ourselves off. As the summer of 2020 wore on we progressed to watching one another more often than the porn, and I struggled greatly with my feelings of shame concerning my lust for my own big sister.
Whatever shame Kelly felt, she got past it much quicker, and she pushed me for more. No matter how exotic I fancied my sexual tastes to be, I had a hard time coming to grips with this sudden attraction to Kelly.
In the fall of '20, on Kelly's 44th birthday, I finally pushed passed the abundant shame and made a gesture to her. I signaled that I was willing to take things further by showing her a sex tape I had made with my ex-wife, and capped things off by coming on her face. She was ecstatic.
But then, the next morning she got a message from her daughter, Reagan, back in Texas. Before I knew it she was on a flight back to Houston. Despite the ever present challenges of COVID era travel, we rendezvoused soon and finally fucked, and it was amazing, the best sex either of us had ever had. But we were dying to be back together again on a daily basis.
Reagan had been the thing that took Kelly away from me, but ultimately, she was also the reason we ended up moving in together. When Reagan ended up in Virginia for college in the fall of '21, Kelly and I bought our shared property about an hour from campus.
The next few months were great, bordering on idyllic. In addition to being the best sex partner I've ever had, Kelly and I just meshed so well as a couple. So much so that I hardly ever thought of fucking my sister as taboo anymore, she was just my other half. But, without fully comprehending what was happening, I began to look for my taboo fix elsewhere, namely in the person of my niece... Kelly's own daughter.
My internal battle of shame versus lust combined with the secretive nature I adopted (stealing Reagan's panties, and then looking in her phone to find her nudes, only to find that she had an OnlyFans account) destabilized my mental health in a ways that were predictable and apparent to everyone but me.
Meanwhile, Kelly was fighting her own battles. Since she had returned to work recently, her main issue was worrying about her relationship with her only child. Making matters much worse, she had begun to expect that my behavior had scared Reagan away from spending the summer with us between her freshman and sophomore years.
Unsurprisingly, my brain and body finally had enough and set off a panic attack that led to Kelly and I working all of that out. But just when it looked like everything was heading back to normal she ended up storming out when I told her that I found and followed Reagan's OnlyFans account.
So after she left I kept wandering through the Big House before eventually finding my way out to the little apartment over the garage. Its original purpose was to provide cover for how a brother and sister were living together as adults, but it had actually become Kelly's home during our troubled months.
It was almost 2 AM when I walked up the steps, and I was staggered by what I found. Kelly had spent more than twenty oppressive years in the family of a southern mega church pastor, and all that time she had to keep up appearances on many different fronts. That was well and truly over now, apparently. She had been a bit messy in the time we had cohabitated, but now she had reverted to a state that could most kindly be described as slobby, but was probably more accurately covered by a biohazard sign.
There were dishes everywhere mostly with congealed detritus clung to them. The floor was littered with dirty clothes, and both of the nightstands by the bed were strewn with uncharged and uncleaned sex toys, most of which I didn't even know she owned. Her apartment was the physical manifestation of the mess that my brain had become.
The easy way to read this situation was that the incest had ruined both our lives, but even in my mentally frail state I knew that wasn't the truth.
I checked my phone for the millionth time, and once again found no message from Kelly. I had moved on from being worried that I was never going to see her again because she got sick of my shit and left, to worrying that something had happened to her.
At some point my body succumbed to the sheer exhaustion of what was the longest, most taxing day of my life, and I fell asleep fully clothed on her Kleenex strewn bed.
It was the sound of the garage door opening that first stirred me awake, at around 10 AM. It turned out to be a Saturday, but when I woke up I didn't know that and my first thought was to text my boss. While I was working all of that out I dragged myself off Kelly's bed and into her absurdly clean bathroom, considering the state of the rest of her place.
Over the sound of my piss hitting the bowl I heard footsteps on the stairs, and by the time I shook and pulled my pants up, the apartment door opened and closed.
I walked out to see Kelly standing there looking oddly calm, but she didn't say a word. We took a few steps toward one another until we were close enough for her to slap me across the face. Hard.
Then she wrapped her arms around me and held onto me like she was worried one of us was going to blow away. After a few seconds I smothered her with my arms in return, and we stood there clinging to one another wordlessly.
When she finally broke the hug she shoved me back onto the bed and reached into her purse, producing her phone. She tapped away at if for a second and passed it to me, horizontally. There was a video playing and I instantly recognized a midlevel hotel room with Kelly totally naked on all fours on the bed, sucking some very young looking guy's dick.
As I was watching this, trying to figure out what was going on, Kelly had been removing her clothes. She climbed up on the bed, still not saying anything, and took the phone from me. She pushed it toward, forcing me back me until I was laying flat on my back in the middle of her messy bed.
As she sucked this young man's dick with gusto on screen, she worked her way up my body until she lowered her pussy right on my mouth, all the while holding the phone so the screen was right in front of my eyes.
I had tasted Kelly's pussy in so many different states of arousal before, but what I encountered now was brand new to me. My tongue was assaulted by a whole cacophony of flavors, and I had a hard time identifying it all. The combination of her taste and smell would probably have been stomach turning in a non-sexual context, but now it had my cock swelling in my sweatpants.
Not that Kelly paid any attention.
She was just grinding her sticky and pungent pussy over my lips as I watched her on screen sucking this guy's dick, the phone filling my whole field of vision just as her pussy was filling my mouth.
The young guy began to buck his hips and clench is fists and it was obvious he was pumping a load of come into Kelly's mouth. She stood up and said "good job honey. You'll be ready for more soon." She then looked off camera and said "Jed?" and another young man walked over to the bed.
This one, apparently named Jed, was a bit chubby with exceedingly red cheeks. He was still wearing his shirt but naked otherwise. He held his hard cock in his hand as he stood at the end of the bed, looking unsure of what to do next. Kelly reached over to the side table and grabbed the phone before flipping onto her back and pointed it at young Jed.
She said "Its ok baby. I want you to" in a very comforting and maternal voice and he tentatively climbed on the bed before crawling between her legs. Kelly held the phone so that the guy was framed between her knees.
As Jed's trembling hand guided his cock into her Kelly moaned "gooooood boy" and his face brightened up. After a moment he closed his eyes and said "Oh damn, you feel so good."
As I was watching this Kelly was slowly yet deliberately grinding her well used pussy into my face. I was beyond turned on, but then an odd thought struck me. What if this is our last hurrah? I tried not to think too deeply on it, but I registered that trembling in my chest that I had first noticed in the lead up my panic attack.
Back on the phone screen, Jed pumped into Kelly forcefully, if a bit inartfully for a few more minutes before saying "Mam... uh, Kelly... I'm gonna... uh, where do I..." and Kelly responded "I'm on the pill darlin. Just let go inside of me."
Jed grunted and twitched as he unloaded in her. "Not a virgin anymore, huh Jed?" Kelly said from behind the phone. "Uh yeah. That... was, that was sooooo amazing!."
"Ok sweety, go rest up for a bit now. Nathan? You all hard again for me?" Kelly said, sounding more like a school teacher than the MILF of these two guy's wettest dreams. The skinny kid from before returned with his cock resurrected. He crawled on the bed looking determined but then a hesitant look crossed his face.
"Don't you need to... uh... take care of his mess?" he asked while staring directly down at her pussy.
"No its better this way Nathan. Kinda like more lube, it will feel so good for you. Go ahead now."
As Nathan crept forward, guiding his cock into Kelly's freshly creampied pussy, Jed called from off camera "I guess that's why they call it sloppy seconds!" sounding much more sure of himself than he had been before his turn.
The sloppiness of Kelly's pussy was audible on the video as Nathan pushed inside her. That noise mixed with the sounds her pussy was making in, on and around my mouth as she rode my face had me dying to stroke my cock, but something told me not to.
This is about Kelly. Not me, I thought.
Nathan pounded into her for three or four minutes until the video abruptly stopped. Kelly turned the phone around and started another another one. "from the cloud, not enough storage on my phone I guess" she muttered, but she never took her pussy off my face. She turned the camera back to face me, and now she was in doggy as Nathan continued to pump into her, only it appeared that Jed was now also acting as the camera man.
Jed moved to get a close up view of Nathan's cock pumping into Kelly, and each time his shaft withdrew it was coated in a mix of all them, making a creamy white film. Young Jed appeared to fancy himself a bit of pornographer, and he moved to the head of the bed to catch Kelly's face and swaying tits as Nathan unloaded for the second time.
