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 Title: Sibling Revival-ry Ch.  05


Summary: My sister, my lover, my roommate.
Keywords: inc,fic



   I'm sure my Mother had a reason for her comments.  I had always trusted
her...she was my Mother after all.

   Okay...that's not quite right.  Recent developments had exposed that she
wasn't 'really' my Mother, in the biological sense That didn't really
change anything.  I knew she loved me, always had my best interests at
heart, and had never hurt me...everything a Mother is supposed to be.  So,
while the revelation of my adoption was something of a surprise...an
understatement, I know...it didn't make a difference in how I felt about
her.

   I still had to wonder, though, why she thought that Love was a problem.

   I had always loved my sister, since I was a little kid, and even when
her attitude toward me changed that love to hate, it never eradicated the
emotion.  Moving into an intimate relationship with her let the love
blossom again, and now, truth be told, it was stronger than ever.  Learning
that I was not truly her brother had thrown the doors wide open.

   I was laying in my room, with my hands behind my head, contemplating the
past and the future, when Natalie walked past.  She stopped, and blew me a
kiss.

   "I'll be right back," she whispered.  True enough, she was back in about
a minute.

   "Just making sure Dad wasn't lurking about.  His car's gone, so we're
safe for a little while." Mom had set the rules, and we were doing our best
to comply, but I had to admit it wasn't easy.

   Natalie eased down onto the bed beside me, giving me that look...the one
that seemed to be reserved exclusively for me, now.  Those huge blue eyes
locked on mine, and her lips approached slowly, finally meeting mine in a
soft kiss, that made her eyes close, the way lovers kissed.  Appropriate,
since we were now lovers in every sense of the word.  We were still fully
engaged in the kiss, tongues burrowing eagerly into each other's mouths,
when Mom appeared in the doorway.

   "It's going to take me a bit of time to get used to this," she said
quietly.  "I almost told you to stop that, but watching you together makes
my heart feel young.  I just need to remind myself that things have
changed. I'm still trying to decide what, if anything to tell your father.
I assume you don't think he won't notice when you get married...or are you
planning to keep it from him forever?"

   Ah.  Now I get it.  In my selfish, love induced haze, I hadn't looked
any further than my own interests.  Now I saw the conundrum that faced my
Mother.  She had to choose ; admit knowing about us, and bring the shit
storm on immediately, or keep her mouth shut, further deceiving my Father
for who knows how long.  If it had been just adolescent lust, she could
have merely forbade our behaviour, but Love?...no, you can't make the heart
unlove someone, can you?  Do the names Romeo and Juliette ring a bell?

   "Your father will be home soon.  Would you please come help me get
dinner ready, Natalie?" She didn't even wait for an answer, just headed
downstairs to the kitchen.

   "I guess that wasn't really a question," I whispered.  We were still
laying on our sides, hardly having moved since we paused our kiss to listen
to Mom.  I ran my hand up her side, cupping her breast softly.  She moaned,
and put her hand over mine, pressing her breast more firmly into my palm.

   "Do I really have to go?" she groaned.  "I've missed your touch."

   "And I've missed having you in my arms, but you heard Mom," I replied.
"It's almost summer vacation, so I'm sure we'll have our chances soon."

   Natalie sighed, and rolled away, standing up and walking to the doorway,
where she paused.

   "All that may be true, but I'm horny NOW.  I guess it's just me and my
fingers, tonight." She winked, and ran down the stairs.

   Shit...why did she have to tell me that.

   I tried unsuccessfully to get those images out of my head, finally
giving up.  I needed a distraction, so I headed downstairs, hoping a movie
would do the trick.

   When I reached the bottom of the flight, I could hear Mom and my sister
talking in the kitchen.  Not quite the distraction I was looking for, it
was still an eye opener.

   "I'm sorry Mom.  I know we're making this harder for you," Natalie said.


   "Don't apologize, sweetie," Mom said.  "I know you didn't plan this. 
Emotions take on a life of their own.  I am a little surprised, though.  To
be honest, I thought you'd be more likely to kill your brother than fall in
love with him, since you always fought like cats and dogs.  What changed?"

   "Truthfully?  I never hated Rick, but I was jealous.  He was younger,
and seemed to get more attention...I know that wasn't really the case, but
that's what a little girl felt.  Then it just became habit.  I had to grow
up before I could see that I had no reason for my bad attitude, and then I
didn't want to admit I had been being a bitch to him for years...for no
reason."

   I was listening closely now.  My sister...my love, was baring her soul.

   "Mom...can I ask you a question?" she added.

   "Of course, honey," Mom replied.

   "If Rick wasn't my brother, would you approve of him?  As my boyfriend,
I mean."

   "Natalie!" Mom laughed, "you don't really expect an objective answer to
that, do you?  Situation notwithstanding, he is your brother, and my son,
or as close to it as can be.  Perhaps you should answer that question. 
What is it that you see in Rick that makes you love him?  And don't just
tell me 'the heart wants what the heart wants', or any other similar tripe,
however true they may be.  What do you see?"

   Jeez Mom, pull those punches a little, will you?  It's not all her fault
; I was there too.

   "Well," Natalie began, exhaling loudly, "He's kind, gentle, and funny.
Honest.  Handsome, of course, loving, and..."

   "...  And he makes your toes curl!" Mom giggled.  "He's done that to me,
as well.  Not such an easy question to answer is it?  There's only one
answer that matters, and only one person's opinion that counts." There was
a palpable tension in the pause that followed.  "Do you love him...really
Love him...and is he the man for you?"

   I shouldn't be listening to this, I thought, but I need to hear her
answer.

   "Yes," was all she said.

   "Well then," Mom said, "that's all that really matters.  Everything else
is just stuff, and stuff can be dealt with."

   I'd heard all I needed to, and slipped down into the basement.  I put a
movie on, but I don't even know which one it was.  The initial plan, to
distract me from thoughts of my sister fingering herself, had been
derailed, replaced by thoughts of my sister confessing her love for me. 
Even I knew it was one thing to say it in the throes of passion, and quite
another to admit it with calm aforethought.  I needed another distraction.

   ***

   "Mmmmm, yes, that's it, baby.  Just like that.  Your tongue is so good!"


   Natalie was bent over the foot of her bed, with her near perfect ass
high in the air, and I was behind her with a hand on each firm cheek, and
my face buried in her pussy.  My aforementioned tongue was spearing her
moist recesses eagerly, with the occasional side trip to tease her puckered
pink asshole.

   Dad was at work, and Mom was out for the morning, so my sister and I
decided to satisfy some long overdue desires.  It had been weeks since we
had been able to do anything more than steal a few kisses and grope each
other in desperation.  Of course, that only made things worse, and
increased our need to get together, so when Natalie called me to her room,
and I found her naked and in this position, it took her less than a second
to convince me.

   I remembered the first time I ate my darling, sexy sister's pussy.  The
divine flavour of her juices...  I think I described it as ambrosia,
butter, honey and brown sugar, and those still applied.  She was oozing her
delicious secretions, and since she was inverted from the usual position
for munching on her cunt, those juices were running toward her clit.  I was
hungrily lapping at the dripping, intoxicating fluids, and her clit was
taking a lot of the attention.  It's a good thing we were alone in the
house.  It might be better if we were alone in the neighbourhood.

   "FUCK YES!  LICK MY FUCKING CLIT!" she screeched, her cries echoing
through the house, and maybe beyond.  "AHHHHHNNN!  AHHHHHNNN! 
CUMMMMMMMING! NOWWWWW!" She was twisting and writhing desperately in my
grasp, but I had a firm grip on her hips, and held her pussy close to my
face while she gushed into my mouth.  My lips sealed around her clit, I
sucked her hard, slurping up the syrupy sweetness that continued to flow
unabated.  Natalie was still screaming, but her face was now in the
blankets, muffling her shrieks, which had lost the ability to speak, but
still communicated her joy adequately.

   Her hands flailed about behind her, finally finding my head, and pushing
back.

   "Oh god, please stop!  Too sensitive!  Please stop!" she gasped, I gave
her clit a parting lick, and released her, letting her flop limply on the
bed.  "Thank you, thank you..." she whimpered.

   My turn, I thought, unbuckling my pants and stepping out of them.  My
underwear joined them on the floor, leaving my rampant cock standing
straight out, looking for a warm place to go.  Ah, there's a good spot.

   Yeah, I looked at her pretty, pink little asshole, and gave it a brief
consideration.  I remembered her saying that she loved it up the ass, and
the thought of that tight little hole stretching open to accommodate my
shaft was something that I definitely looked forward to seeing.  I also
remembered her saying that her butt might need some time to get used to my
size.  No, not today.

   The other choice was hardly settling for less.  Her pussy was still
drooling, soaking wet from my tongue, and pouting open, eager to be stuffed
full.  I leaned closer, and whispered to her.

   "Ready, honey?"

   "Mmmmm, yes, baby.  Fuck me," she breathed.  She spread her legs a bit
more, and dug her toes into the carpet on the floor, bracing herself.  I
dragged the head of my hard dick up between her lips, getting it nice and
wet with her residue, before plunging it home.  Natalie exhaled.  "Ooooooo,
yes...that's it."

   That's it, indeed.  This was probably my favourite position.  Sure, it
was always fun to just lay back, and let Natalie or Mom fuck themselves
silly on my hard cock.  I loved to watch them riding me, their big tits
bouncing wildly with their frenzied actions, a look of lusty satisfaction
on their faces.  I also liked to look deep into their eyes, while we
slowly, gently made love, face to face, in the old standard missionary
position.

   This...gripping her hips and drilling her hard from behind...was a great
way to fuck.  You know what I mean.  Fuck, with pure selfishness, caring
only about stimulating my cock to orgasm.  Fuck, using her pussy as a tool.
Fuck her hard.

   I was looking down, watching my shaft split her open, over and over. 
Her ass jiggled each time I slammed into her, and her tight pussy released
me reluctantly each time I pulled back, her lips stretching out as though
trying to pull me back in.  She was moaning and grunting softly, absorbing
my assault gratefully.

   I could feel my balls tingling, and knew that I would soon be flooding
her pussy with semen.  I pounded her harder, the slaps resonating through
the room each time our bodies collided.  A froth of her juices began to
form on her lips, whipped into existence by my furious thrusts.  Her moans
escalated, becoming cries of bliss, monosyllabic gasps and urgings that
told of her desire.

   "Oh...Oh...fuck...yes...yes...yes...yes..."

   The countdown to launch was well underway, and the abort button was
broken.  I couldn't have stopped it if I had wanted to...and I didn't want
to.  My hips were a blur, stroking into her cunt at warp speed.  Three,
two, one...

   "FUUUUCK!" I groaned, slamming in one last time.  I held on tight to her
hips, gasping for breath while rope after rope of hot cum basted her inner
folds.  Natalie's legs curled behind me, hooking up around my hips, like
twin scorpion tails, and she arched her back, lifting entirely off the bed.
At last, I could cum no more.

   Natalie melted, turning to jello in my grasp, collapsing down onto the
bed, and I followed suit, dropping on top of her, if only for a moment.  I
took my weight on my elbows, before gathering the strength to stand again,
wobbly as it may have been, and withdraw my softening spear from her
sheath. A stream of pearly goo began a slow journey down her inner thigh.
Her legs hung limp, splayed awkwardly.

   "Holy...shit," she whispered, trying to rise.  Her arms quivered, then
gave out.  "Help?"

   I wasn't sure I was in any better shape than she was, but I had to try.

   "Here comes the cavalry!" I laughed.  "Roll or lift?"

   "Lift, I think," she said, rising on her arms again.  I hooked an arm
under her midsection, and pulled her upright, letting her get her legs back
under her.  She turned, and looked up at me.  "Thank you."

   "I feel like I should be thanking you," I replied, bending to kiss her
luscious lips.

   "Oh no," she laughed, when the kiss ended, "I think I got the better of
the deal, believe me."

   "So, call it even, then?"

   ***

   I would be attending the same college that my sister was, starting in
the fall.  She was the one that first thought of getting an apartment
together, closer to school.  Purely to be closer to the library there, you
understand.

   We started scouring the papers, and came across several possible
locations, mostly because we were looking now, at the beginning of the
summer, rather than waiting until the last minute, as most of the students
did.  The loft apartment over the garage was too small for two, the spiffy
studio in the highrise was too expensive, and the one in the rat infested
tenement was...  well...  rat infested.  I was beginning to get
discouraged, but Natalie was nothing if not tenacious.

   Tenacious, and resourceful, as it turns out.  She somehow got a lead on
a two-bedroom apartment, on the top floor of a three story building.  It
was clean, affordable, big enough for both of us...and wasn't even supposed
to be on the market yet, but the property manager was a guy, so...yes, my
sister flirted us in.  Best of all, we could move in right away.  There was
only one obstacle ; Mom.

   While Dad, still blissfully unaware of the true nature of our
relationship, thought that us moving in together was a great idea, Mom had
reservations.  Dad was sure she was just having the usual emotional
reaction to her children leaving the nest, but, like I said before, he was
blissfully unaware.  Mom did eventually relent, with conditions.

   "Okay, you two," she said sternly, sitting us down to talk.  "Here's the
way it's going to be." Her tone left no doubt that the subject was not up
for debate.  "I will allow this, under these stipulations.  First, and
foremost, you must keep your grades up.  If you spend more time fucking
than studying, I'll know, and this little love nest experiment will be
over, understand?"

   "Yes Ma'am" we said, together.

   "Second, all the other rules still apply.  Your father will undoubtedly
pay you a visit at some point, likely unannounced, and you must appear to
be what he thinks you are, not what I know you are.  I don't know when I'm
going to tell him, but until then, don't make it worse."

   "Will you be visiting too, Mom?" I asked, with a smile.  Mom fought back
her own smile, but it was too strong.

   "Um, yes.  I will," she said, looking embarrassed.  "That part applies,
too."

   ***

   The move went easily.  There wasn't much to pack really, just our
clothes, books and stuff.  The apartment was already furnished, which cut
down on necessary purchases greatly.  Our TVs moved with us, and our
computers, but not the beds, as there were already two there ; a double in
the small bedroom, officially mine, and a king in the master, which would
be Natalie's.  Everything was clean, as this building operated essentially
as a long term hotel, meant for contract employees, and was well
maintained. It was perfect.

   Mom and Dad helped us move, of course.  Unpacking was almost as easy as
packing was, and we soon found ourselves settled into our new digs.  Dad
wanted to stick around for dinner, but Mom convinced him otherwise.  She
knew what was on our minds, and knew what we'd be doing as soon as they
were gone, so she dragged Dad out as soon as possible.

   "Remember," she said as Dad went to get the elevator, "no arrests for
noise violations." A wink, and she walked away.  Natalie closed the door.
We went to the window, and waved as our parents' car drove away.

   "Alone at last," she whispered.  "What to do?"

   I'd seen this act before.  The look in her eyes.  The swing of her hips.
I was so going to get fucked unconscious.  Well, so be it.

   Natalie pounced on me, hanging from her arms around my neck, and kissing
me wildly.  I grabbed her ass, taking the strain off both of us.

   "So, I believe the traditional way to christen a new apartment would be
best.  Why don't we start with the living room?" she smiled, dropping to
her knees in front of me.  Within seconds, my pants and underwear were
around my ankles, and my cock was being sucked lovingly to full erection.
It didn't take long.  Her task complete, she stood, and sauntered toward
the kitchen.

   "One down," she laughed, undoing her own pants as she walked.  She
peeled them over her hips, and kicked them off, wiggling her nearly naked
ass at me.  Her shirt followed, and her hands reached back to unhook her
bra, which she held in place with one hand when she turned to look for me.

   I was still trying to get my feet free of the handcuffs that my pants
had turned into, but I saw her smile and drop the bra.  I never tired of
seeing my sister's big tits in all their glory.  I finally got loose, and
by the time I made it into the kitchen, she had already shed her thong, and
was perched on the countertop, her legs spread fully ninety degrees along
the adjoining wings of smooth granite.

   "No additional prep necessary," she giggled.  "I've been so horny all
day, waiting for this moment, I don't think I could get any wetter if I
tried."

   "Okay, baby," I said, stepping within range of her grasping hand.  She
pulled me to her, slipping the head in, then grabbing my ass to seat me
completely.  "My god, you are dripping, aren't you?"

   "Mmmmm, yes, I've missed you," she whispered, wrapping her arms around
my neck.  She pressed her lips to mine, moaning softly as I gave her a few
gentle strokes.  Her hands tugged the shirt off over my head, letting me
feel all of her full, firm breasts as they mashed into my chest.  "Fuck me
good."

   She hooked her legs behind me, and patted my ass.  I started to shaft
her firmly, while we kissed each other.  She was absolutely drenched, and I
felt her juices dripping off my balls as I fucked her.

   So, this is what it feels like to be a couple, I thought.  I'd never
been in a relationship before, only having had a few girlfriends prior to
Natalie, and never having been intimate with any one girl more than twice.
I know that most guys my age were trying to run up the score, fucking as
many girls as they could, as often as they could.  I had been that way,
too, but once Natalie and I hooked up, I started to see the appeal of a
longer term arrangement.  Mom and Dad were happy, and setting the example,
so I guess I grew to want what they had, in my own way.  I just never
thought that the perfect woman for me...the girl of my dreams...was also
the one who tormented me so gleefully from the very next bedroom, for as
long as I could remember.

   Now, we were together, physically free of our parents supervision. 
While I was ecstatic at this development, I had to remember that we weren't
free and clear just yet.  Not until Dad was on board would we be truly able
to relax.  As for the rest of the world...well, I'm sure that there would
be a few people who would be less than understanding, despite the facts. 
There would be hurt feelings, and looks of disgust, but I, personally
didn't care.  'Let he who is without sin cast the first stone at the glass
house' or something to that effect.  Fuck them.  It was nothing a move to a
new city couldn't fix.

   Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, I was giving my sweet, darling sister a
right proper seeing to, fucking her hot little cunt quite energetically. 
She was resting her chin on my shoulder as I did, holding me close and
cooing sweet nothings into my ear.

   "Oh fuck, that's it baby...your cock feels soooo gooood in my little
pussy.  Keep going, honey...so fucking good, it's getting me really hot,
now baby.  Oh fuck yes...oh fuck yes...oh fuck, that's it...right there,
baby...  right there!  Yeah...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...oh yeah, fuck
me, baby...  Ooooooo, I'm cumming baby...I'm cumming!"

   It would appear that Mom's words of warning about the noise had been
heard, loud and clear, so Natalie's orgasm wouldn't be.  She grunted as her
cunt spasmed around my cock, and buried her face in my neck, muffling her
cries effectively.  Her face blushed bright red at the exertion of
restraining her vocalizations.

   "Son of a bitch!" she hissed, leaning against me heavily.  "Fuck, that
was good!  Next!"

   She pushed me back, and slipped off the countertop.  Her legs were a
little rubbery, leading to a few unsteady steps, but she was determined to
complete her plan.

   Okay, so that's the living room and kitchen properly baptized with a
sexual act.  Where to now?

   I followed her, and the answer to that question is...drum roll,
please...my bedroom!  Natalie just crawled onto the bed on all fours, and
awaited the insertion of my cock, which took about five seconds to happen.
I just picked up where I'd left off in the kitchen, giving it to her nice
and hard.  She always said she liked it from behind...liked to get drilled
furiously, hard and deep.

   "I still haven't sampled this ass, yet," I whispered, running my thumb
across the tight, pink orifice.

   "No," she laughed, "and even though I look forward to having that huge
dick of yours stuffed all the way up my tailpipe, it ain't gonna be today,
baby.  Not ready for it yet, but I'm in training."

   I heard the rhythmic "slap, grunt, moan, slap, grunt, moan" of our
continuing fuck, but my mind was wandering, filled with pictures of
Natalie's training program, which I assumed included items of various
diameters being inserted into her service entrance.  I might want to get
some popcorn and watch her next workout.

   "Oh, oh, oh, oh...fuck!" she gasped. 
"I'mgonnacumI'mgonnacumI'mgonnacummmm!" Her body shook, wracked by waves of
pleasure.  Finally her arms collapsed, and she flopped down on the bed,
yanking her pussy off my cock.

   "Three...down...two to...go," she breathed.  "Bathroom...next."

   I took her hand, helping her up and leading her in, where I took a seat,
letting my sister mount up for some cowgirl fun.  She skewered herself,
then tried to rise up.  Her legs were trembling.

   "Probably should have done this one earlier," she laughed, "when I had
functioning legs.  Someone..." she said, staring at me, "...has replaced
them with jello."

   She lifted again, and dropped on my lap.

   "Why don't we call this one?" I said.  "I mean...I'm inside you, and
we're in the bathroom.  I think that qualifies as sex."

   "Oh good," she whispered.  "One more to go, and I'm doing it on my back.
Take me to bed and finish me off."

   Just one room left, appropriately enough our / Natalie's bedroom, home
of the nice, comfy king-sized bed, and I put her down on it when I carried
her in.  I kissed her.

   "I thought I was the one that was going to run out of gas," I said
quietly, nibbling her neck, and fondling her boobs.  She groaned.

   "I know!  I don't get what happened, but it backfired," she giggled. 
"What the fuck did you do to me?"

   "Must be the altitude," I offered, easing between her thighs and
slipping back into her pussy.  "We are one storey higher here."

   "Altitude?" she hissed as I ground into her, crushing her clit between
us.  "More like depth...so deep in my cunt!" Her legs came up around my
waist.  "Go for it.  Fuck the shit out of me!"

   She wasn't the only one feeling it.  Her pussy was heavenly, and it's
effects were cumulative, so I wasn't going to last long, but I gave it my
best effort.  I raised up on my arms and looked into her eyes, while I
pounded her with my cock, fucking her hard.  The tingle began.

   "Your pussy is so good, baby," I grunted.  "You're gonna make me cum!"

   She just smiled, and glanced down at her breasts, which were swinging in
time to my strokes.  Then she opened her mouth, and wagged her tongue at
me. Target coordinates received.

   I managed a few more thrusts before pulling out, and crawling up the bed
beside her.  The first blast hit the side of her breast, ricocheting up in
a fountain of droplets that spread across her chest.  More followed, giving
her boobs a nice glaze of semen.  The next one hit her right on the face,
splashing across her cheek and into her mouth.  She moaned, and grabbed my
still spewing shaft, sealing her lips around it and sucking the rest down
greedily.  I looked down at her swallowing my seed, decorated with cum, and
smiled.

   She pulled my wilting noodle out of her mouth, and smiled back.

   "Done!" she giggled.

   ***

   There was a knock on the door, and I hopped up from my spot on the couch
to answer it.

   "Mom!" I laughed, giving her a big hug.  She always did feel great
pressed tight against me.

   "Where's your sister?" she asked with a smile as she walked in.

   "Library," I replied, succinctly.  "Following the rules.  She says
having me around while she's studying is a distraction.  I guess that's a
compliment."

   "What about you?" Mom laughed.  "Don't you find her distracting?"

   "Actually, no," I answered, "I worry when she's not here.  I'm much more
relaxed when we're together."

   "Relaxed, huh?" Mom giggled.  "I'll bet.  When is the last time she
'relaxed' you?"

   "I don't kiss and tell, Mom!" I blurted out.  "What brings you to the
neighbourhood?"

   "I, um, wanted to, um spend some time with your sister.  Feeling a
little lonely, I guess," she said quietly.  "The house is awfully quiet
without you both in it."

   "Well, why don't we spend some time together?" I asked her, arching my
eyebrows.  We hadn't been 'together' in quite a while.  She smiled.

   "I wasn't sure you'd want this old body, now that you have access to the
younger version on a regular basis," she whispered, obviously fishing.  She
was looking down when she said it, and finally looked up again.  Her
perfect blue eyes glistened.  She was wearing snug navy blue yoga pants,
that fit her curves like a second skin.  A matching jacket, with a
geometric pattern across the front, did the same up top, unzipped to just
even with her big boobs.  Her long blonde hair hung enticingly over one
shoulder.  I only hoped Natalie looked as good at forty.

   I stepped closer.  Mom looked up at me, tilting her head back, and
licking her lips in anticipation.  I reached for the zipper on her jacket,
and slid it down, opening it fully before sliding my hands inside.  A
white, V-necked t-shirt stretched tightly over her huge breasts, and I
could feel the tight confines of her jogging bra when I placed my hands on
her tits.  I squeezed, and she moaned, her eyes fluttering.

   "Kiss me, Rick.  Please," she breathed.  I did, and she groaned happily.


   In the past, Mom had wanted me to dominate her when we were in the
bedroom, but that had gradually given way to a more natural, gentle
attitude.  She still would occasionally ask for specific treatment...a
spank here and there...but now we just mostly made love.  I preferred it
that way.  I didn't really like treating my Mother like a slut.

   Mom's lips parted and her tongue tussled playfully with mine.  She
pushed me away gently.

   "Bedroom, please." I led her in, and she pushed me onto my back on the
big, king-sized mattress that Natalie and I shared.  She gave me a
smouldering look, and peeled her jacket off slowly, pulling her shoulders
back to make her breasts even more prominent.  The bright pink of her bra
now showed through her shirt, moulding her boobs into rounded globes that
jutted abruptly from her chest.  She kicked her shoes off, then skinned the
tight fabric of her pants over her hips, wriggling out of them with a
smile. A thong of matching pink was revealed.  She reached for my belt.

   "Must I do everything myself?" she laughed, tugging my pants down.  My
underwear was tented, barely containing the bulge that her strip show had
caused.  "Mmmm, that looks good," she whispered, caressing my crotch.  She
leaned forward and kissed it, then gripped the fabric with her teeth, and
pulled them down.  My cock sprung free, slapping her face gently. 
"Ooooooo!" she giggled.  "Booby trapped!"

   "No, you're 'Booby' trapped," I laughed.  "And such a nice trap, too." I
sat up, divesting her of her shirt, while she did the same to my underwear.
Her mouth descended, engulfing my cock slowly.  "Oh shit, Mom...that's so
good."

   Mom's right hand joined her mouth, stroking and sucking as a team.  I
plucked at the straps of her bra, but her free hand slapped mine away, and
pushed me flat again.  She wagged her finger at me, a silent chastisement
that didn't interrupt her actions.  It didn't interrupt her moans of
pleasure either.  There could be no doubt ; my Mother was a very good, and
very willing, cocksucker.  She liked it.

   A few minutes of gentle oral manipulation followed.  My cock had spent
enough time in her warm mouth to know that, if she'd wanted to, she could
have easily coaxed a load of hot cum from my balls already.  No, she was
teasing me, which meant that the real fun was just beginning.  She gave me
a few parting sucks, and stood up.  The thong fell to the floor, and she
crawled onto the bed with me.

   "I hope you don't mind," she whispered, grasping my dick and hovering
her gash above it, "but I really need this.  I am so fucking wet!" She
dropped on me, impaling herself to the hilt in one motion.  "Oh fuck!  Damn
that's a big cock!" she groaned, sitting upright.  She reached behind her
back, and unhooked the bra that somehow managed to control her big, round
tits, letting it drop onto my chest.  She cupped her breasts in her hands,
and tugged her thick nipples to full erection.  I tossed the bra aside.

   "Mom, you're so beautiful," I said, looking up at her.  Her breasts
quivered as she gently rode my pole.  It was hard to say if she was
blushing, or just getting excited.

   "Thank you, honey," she whispered.  Her hand rested on my chest, and she
leaned forward a bit, letting her manipulate her hips easier.  She was
fucking herself harder now.  Her big boobs were hanging close enough to
taste, so I did, grabbing one with both hands and latching onto the nipple
happily.

   "Mmmmm," she moaned.  "I never got to breast feed you, obviously, and I
missed it.  Feeding your sister was one of my favourite things.  I'd nurse
her and masturbate like a lunatic."

   "Well," I said, pulling her tall, thick nipple from my mouth, "I'll try
to make up for it." I locked my lips in place again and suckled dutifully.

   "Good boy!" Mom laughed, patting the back of my head.  She continued to
ride my cock smoothly.  "Certainly not a little boy, anymore!  Bite my
nipples, gently, please." Chomp.  "Ah, yes, that's it baby."

   A few minutes later, Mom's body shuddered through a gentle orgasm.  She
rolled off, laying on her back, and looked up at me.  "More, please, Sir?"

   Okay, she's not my 'mother', but she's my Mom, a beautiful, sexy, mature
woman, and a willing partner.  In the dictionary, under MILF, is her
picture.  Of course you can have more, I thought.

   She welcomed me with open arms and spread legs, guiding my dick back
into her juicy snatch and moaning softly as she did.  Her breasts were
squashed between us, their resilient firmness a delicious sensation for me.
The next sensation was pretty delicious, too, that of her plump lips on
mine, and her tongue tangling playfully with my own.

   About twenty minutes of gently passionate lovemaking ensued.  Mom's
hands caressed my ass while I thrust with firm strokes into her, and I was
able to bring her to three more blissful climaxes.  I liked it this way
better, being a thoughtful lover rather than an abusive one.

   "I'm going to cum, Mom," I warned her.  "Where would you like it?"

   "Please...stand up.  Let me suck your cock.  I'd like your hot cum in my
mouth," she replied, with a smile.

   I did as she asked, standing beside the bed while she sat, licking her
own honey off the shaft with glee.  Her mouth then sucked me in, and she
bobbed her head, now intent on causing an explosion of semen for her to
consume.  Like I said before...she's a very good cocksucker, and had me
teetering on the brink within a minute.

   "Oh shit, Mom...here it cums!" She gulped my load, sucking hard to draw
every drop down her throat.  Only when she had taken it all did she release
my cock, allowing me to sit beside her.

   "Thanks Honey," she whispered.  "I needed that."

   ***

   "Rick, honey...I'm home!" It was Natalie, back from the library.  A
small part of me felt a twinge of guilty panic, getting caught in bed with
another woman.  Yes, it was 'just' Mom, and yes, Natalie knew that we were
still a threesome, on occasion, but I Loved my sister.  The guilty feeling
was new, and I didn't like it.

   "In here, sweetie," Mom called, nestling into my arms.  We were naked,
and mostly uncovered.

   Natalie's face appeared at the door.  For a split second, she looked at
me, and I could see that she wasn't pleased.  It disappeared quickly,
hidden by a huge smile, but I caught it.

   "Hi Mom!" she said brightly.  "What brings you here?"

   "She came looking for your tongue, but had to settle for me, instead!" I
laughed, hoping to let her know that it was Mom's idea.  At first, anyway.

   I wasn't the only one who noticed the look on Natalie's face.  Mom saw
it too, and sat up, suddenly realizing what it must have looked like to my
sister.

   "Oh my!  Natalie...I'm so sorry," she said, rolling out of bed quickly.
"I shouldn't have done this with Rick.  Not now...now that I know how you
feel about each other!" She was gathering her clothes, when Natalie stepped
in.

   "Mom...it's okay!  It just surprised me, that's all." Natalie hugged
Mom, who was still naked, and getting more distraught by the second.  "Mom,
calm down.  I'm not mad.  Slow down," she said.

   "I'm so sorry," Mom repeated.

   "Stop," Natalie commanded.  "I understand.  It's not like you're here
trying to steal him.  You're not, are you?" she chided, and Mom giggled,
shaking her head.  "It's just sex, and we did promise to include you.  Now,
get your ass in bed, and I'll be back in a moment."

   When she did return, a few minutes later, she was naked and smiling. 
She slid in beside Mom, and we bookended her, caressing her body, but I
soon began to feel like an unnecessary attendee.  The two ladies were in a
world of their own, kissing and embracing each other, so I left them to it,
heading for the living room.

   I watched some TV, casting an occasional glance toward the open bedroom
door, where moans of joy wafted out.  I could see Natalie's ass in the air,
with Mom's face buried in her pussy.  Ah, 69.  A very good year.

   Perhaps an hour later, Mom walked out of the bedroom, zipping up her
jacket, with a glow on her face.  Natalie was right behind her, naked and
smiling.

   "You're right, Rick," Mom giggled.  "She is very relaxing!  Thank you,
so much, both of you."

   ***

   That night, Natalie and I were laying in bed, snuggled together closely.
Despite how things ended, I felt like I owed my darling an apology.

   "Nats?" I asked.

   "Mmmm hmmm?" she replied, stroking my chest softly.

   "I'm sorry.  I didn't even think about what I was doing, and how it must
have made you feel.  Can you forgive me?" I asked her.

   "Of course, baby," she answered.  "I must admit, the jealous feeling
surprised me, though.  I know it was Mom, and that we agreed to take care
of her, but my first reaction, when I saw you in bed with someone
else...anyone else...was anger.  I guess deep down, I Love You, and I
really don't want to share you.  Even with Mom.  Maybe, if it was all three
of us together, and it was planned.  I don't know."

   "Well, you don't need to worry about it anymore, because I won't be
repeating my mistake.  Mom too.  She felt terrible," I whispered, kissing
her on the cheek.  "I think we just got caught up in the moment, and forgot
how things have changed.  It won't happen again."

   "Okay.  Enough said," she giggled.  "Now...feel free to make it up to me
in whatever way you feel would be appropriate.  I accept cash, checks,
gold..." she suggested, "...  or orgasms."

   I ducked quickly under the sheets, and took my place between her thighs.
Mom had just finished munching on this perfect pussy a couple of hours ago,
and I'm sure the memory of the orgasms was fresh, but I felt willing to
live up to Mom's example.  I never expected to be as good as Mom, but I'd
settle for being the best male to ever eat my sister's cunt.  With that in
mind, I set to my task.

   I fluttered the tip of my tongue along her labia, working my way up the
right side and over her clit.  A soft moan was heard from above.  A few big
licks, from bottom to top, were greeted with similar sounds.

   I sat up, and threw the sheets back.  Grabbing her ankles, I lifted her
legs high.

   "Put the pillow under your ass," I directed.  She did, and I lowered her
legs.  Propped up like this, I had better access to her pussy, and her butt
as well.  I went back to work.

   Ah, much better.  I probed the depths of her moist crevice with my
tongue...my, my, but she was tasty.  Natalie spread her legs wider, pulling
her lips further apart, letting her bright pink interior peek out.  Her
gaping hole begged for my fingers, and I gave it what it asked for, sliding
first one, then two digits in.  They made a wet, squishy sound as they
penetrated her vestibule, and she groaned.  My tongue found her clit again.
Her hand landed on the back of my head, holding me in place, and indicating
that she liked what I was doing.  I added a third finger.

   "Oh fuck, Rick!  That's nice!" she gasped.

   I hooked my fingers, and found the location I was looking for.  There it
was ; the little patch that felt like walnut shell, with ripples and
ridges. I pressed, while licking her clit, and got the desired reaction.

   "Oh my...ahnnn...shit...Oh, yes!" She suddenly got very, very wet, and
her cunt tried to break my fingers.  That's one.  I kept going when she
relaxed, sliding in and out, rubbing firmly across the spot, sucking her
clit as I did.  It only took a minute or so before she was shrieking again.
That's two.

   Her dripping, drooling gash provided the lubricant needed, as I
extracted my fingers from her vagina, and inserted them, one at a time,
into her ass.  Natalie put a pillow over her face, and screamed.

   The orgasm counter had reached five before she begged me to stop.  By
that time, I had two fingers up her butt, two more in her pussy, and my
tongue on her clitoris, causing a small puddle to form under her on the
pillow.

   "Stop!  Jesus, please stop!  You're killing me!  Step away from the ass
and the pussy!  Nothing to see here!" she giggled, her head lolling
loosely.

   "Just trying to make it up to you," I said quietly, pulling my fingers
out.

   "Oh, you have...believe me you have!  Paid in full."

   ***

   Saturday morning, about two weeks after we moved in, Natalie rolled off
me following a spirited morning session.  She kissed me, and walked out,
heading for the shower.  I rested for a few minutes, then got dressed.  As
I walked into the living room, there was a knock on the door.

   I took about three steps toward the door, then realized that the
bathroom door was open, my naked sister in the shower.  The bedroom door
was open, too, rumpled sheets, scent of sex and other evidence there to be
seen, or smelled.

   "Just a second..." I called, and quickly closed the doors.  I grabbed
the air freshener from the kitchen, and spritzed the place.  Finally, I
answered the door.

   "Dad!" I gasped, opening it wide.

   "Hi," he smiled.  "Anyone here want to go out for breakfast?"

   "I'm in," I answered, instantly happy I'd closed the doors.  "Natalie's
in the shower, but I imagine she's hungry, too." Probably famished, after
nearly an hour of sweaty sex.

   I prayed that she noticed that the bathroom door was now closed, and
didn't just come parading out into the living room naked.  That could be
harder to explain than the sheets.  Luckily, my sister was a pretty sharp
cookie, and she did see the closed door.  She came out wrapped in a towel.

   "Daddy!" she giggled, hugging him tight.

   "We're invited to breakfast," I said calmly.  "Hungry?"

   "Starving!" she replied, with a small grin.  She ran into her room. 
"I'll be out in a flash!" Slam.

   We went out together, crisis averted for now, with Dad never knowing how
close he came to catching his daughter riding his son's cock to a
rollicking orgasm.  Whew!

   ***

   I came home from class to find Natalie on the phone, jabbering away
happily, with a big smile on her face.  She waved me over and gave me a big
kiss.

   "Yes...yeah, it's Rick, just getting home," she said to the phone.  She
mouthed 'Mom' at me, and I nodded.  "I'll tell him Mom, you just have
fun...and don't do anything I wouldn't do!  Ha ha!  Bye."

   "Have fun?" I asked.  "Is she going somewhere?"

   "Not really, no.  She just wanted us to know that we needn't worry about
her getting between us anymore, or at least not as often."

   "Really?" I asked, "why is that?"

   "Because, my dear brother," she whispered, slinking in my direction, "in
our absence, Dad has rediscovered his libido, and Mom's charms.  She says
it's like when they were first married all over again, and she's loving
every minute of it.  Dad can't keep his hands off her, and he's fucking the
daylights out of her nearly every night!"

   "Wow!  I didn't know he had it in him," I laughed.  She was moving
closer now, and had me cornered in the kitchen.  "Natalie...what's that
look for?"

   "Oh, just that with Mom out of the picture...I realized something." She
licked her lips, and ran her eyes over my body.  That look scared me, and
excited me at the same time.

   "You're all mine!" she hissed.

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