Questions 3

Questions, Ch. 3
by Boxfan

One unexpected side benefit of fucking your sister is increased production at work. I don’t know if this is a hard and fast rule, but in my case it was. I’m sure lots of smart people in the mental health field would say that work was an escape from my feelings for my sister, a way to avoid the complicated relationship with my sister, or maybe some form of compensation for the guilt of incest. In my opinion, I work better when I am happy.

Considering I recently helped my sister at a soup kitchen, bringing her great joy (and getting me laid in the process), got her some prized kitchen wares, and loaded her up with sexy (expensive) underwear, mostly courtesy of her unneeded wedding ring, I was in good spirts.

She knew what I paid for everything and I’m pretty sure she was okay with it. She didn’t parade around in her new panties, but there was time for that, I hoped. She was in a great mood too. She looked like a happy person. She had a new found swagger in her step. As if she was free.

I was doing great at work and reaping some extra time off for it. I spent the extra time watching Reily Reed or Dillion Harper in various sex acts or saving the world from some unknown evil force. I also picked up a very unwanted habit, working out. Once I saw what great shape Lynn was in, I decided I better put in some effort to keep up or maybe risk losing another chance to sample her oh so perfect body. As a non-athletic type, working out for me was akin to Bugs Bunny leading a session of congress. Slightly amusing, but just not right. I did manage to lose about 10 pounds and lifting something heavier than a burrito wasn’t a struggle anymore. Lynn didn’t notice or at least didn’t say anything, but that was okay.

Life was good.

Until.

I got the phone call at home on a Saturday morning. My parents were in a car accident. They were both in the hospital in critical condition. I was in a minor state of shock but managed to tell Lynn, calm her down, and drive to the hospital. Lynn broke down on the elevator and was nearly in the fetal position crying. When the doors opened to the ICU and we were greeted by a doctor expressing his sympathy for our loss. Lynn broke down again and I just stood, stunned.

Our dad was dead.

We rushed to the room where our mom was hooked up to more wires than I had ever seen, and I worked in I.T. She looked like she was okay but most of the trauma was internal. I stood beside the bed, held her hand, and did something I rarely did, prayed.

Lynn was in a chair, tears streaming down her cheeks, writing in a notepad. I learned later that the woman I thought had lost it, my sister, was making lists of what needed to be done, both if mom lived or died. The tears fooled me into forgetting how amazingly strong my sister was.

I rented a hotel room across the street from the hospital and Lynn and I took shifts sleeping there for three days. That was all the longer mom could hold on.

The next weeks were numbing. Dad was always a practical guy but I didn’t know how practical. All the arrangements were made for anything death related. Funeral, insurance, even automatic bill payments. It was as if he knew. In reality he was just prepared. Very well prepared. Fuck you Boy Scouts, my dad rocked out the always be prepared shit.

Mom wasn’t far off from Dad. Everything in their house was inventoried in a database with what was supposed to be done with it. She had fucking Q-Tips in a database, designated to be divided equally between me and Lynn, unless the package was unopened, then it went the homeless shelter.

Within two weeks of the funeral it was all but done. The house and cars were sold, everything was sent to the right place, as per the crazy lady database. There was a nice windfall for both Lynn and I, but the money was almost tainted to me and maybe Lynn too.

One night I was watching the Holy Trinity (Star Wars episodes 4-6) when Lynn flopped on the couch beside me.

Han Solo, Jawas, and Yoda took a backseat as Lynn started telling me about Mom’s journals. My parents were some strange fuckers. Sometimes literally. Here are some highlights:

The same man who called the neighbor a “pussywhipped nancyboy,” to his face, for watching “The Notebook” with his wife instead of the AFC championship game, made candlelight dinners twice a month for mom, for 16 straight years.

The same woman with a crazy death database, got drunk in high school and lost her car. As in lost forever.

Mom and dad donated time and money to several local charities.

And now some disturbing stuff.

Dad was into light BDSM, on the receiving side.

Mom sucked a grand total of 37 cocks in her life, Dad was number 31. That means…yep, Mom sucked six cocks after she was married.

Dad knew about the six cocks because he was the one taking the pictures of my mom sucking cocks that my sister just showed me.

But Mom did take pictures of Dad ass fucking their neighbor, Mrs. Grant.

They weren’t real swingers, just horny fuckers.

And then there was the part about Lynn’s marriage breaking up. Mom only wanted both Lynn and I to find someone that made us as happy as her and Dad were.

And I had. I just never told her, to her face.

We fell asleep on the couch talking about our parents. It was the first good night sleep since they died.

The next day I texted the unknown number that the time was right to tell the woman I met how I felt.

The response was a simple “good.”

After work I worked up the nerve to do it. When Lynn got home, I barely let her get her coat off before I sat her down and said the words, “I love you, and not just as a brother, and I never want you to leave.”

She stood, hugged me, and said she loved me too, and she would always be there for me.

We hugged and then kissed, like lovers, for the first time, not as part of some role play thingy.

Then she slipped the top of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the ground.

Lynn stood in front of me wearing the white lace bra, panties, and garter I bought in hopes of seeing her in it. Holy fucking fuck she was hot. I’m pretty sure I just stared at her in amazement for a little too long.

She smiled at me and began to undress me. I played it cool. I only mumbled like a moron for a few seconds, and very little droll actually left my mouth.

Once I was naked, Lynn stepped forward and kissed me as her right hand gently stroked my insanely hard dick. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close as we continued kissing. Her skin was soft and warm as she pressed herself against me. Breaking our kiss, she pushed me onto the couch and straddled me. Again she began kissing me as she slowly lowered herself, guiding my cock into the moist folds of her pussy. She started to grind her hips while gently rocking back and forth slightly. The effect was an intense pleasure followed by a minor tease until she again rocked forward. Our lips never parted as we defiled ourselves with paganistic lust and angelic love. It was the most sensual love making and the most pornographic sex I had ever experienced.

Breaking our kiss, Lynn leaned back giving me the full benefit of seeing her naked breasts heaving as she continued to fuck herself on my cock. I was caught off guard again with how beautiful she was. In normal circumstances I would be shoving my face into her tits trying to devour them, but instead I just admired the complete awe inspiring beauty she was and decided that it was a perfect moment and tried not to ruin it.

Each grind and rock had a profound effect on my body. In mere minutes I was fighting the urge to come inside her. Sensing I was close, my sister leaned forward and again kissed me.

A few word we muttered about love and how good things felt for both of us, but mostly we were silent as our bodies used each other for pleasure.

Suddenly she stopped and just sat still, my cock still inside her. “Do you promise to always have that look of new found love in your eyes when we’re together?” she asked.

“Always,” I said, meaning it more than I had ever meant anything before.

“Will you stay with me as long as we make each other happy, naked and dressed?” I asked back.

She surprised me when said, “I do.”

“Do you promise to never change and never try to change me,” came her next question.

I responded the same way she did, “I do.”

She kissed me again briefly, then whispered in my ear to come inside her, before starting a full assault on my cock by grinding me into her.

Seconds later her pussy was being filled with my come. When I finished, she stood and held her hand out to me, offering to help me stand. I embraced her tightly wanting this feeling to never end.

Looking at me she said, “Shower, lick me, fuck me like a whore, then dinner.”

Jackpot.

After a quick shower, I worshiped at the altar of her magnificent vagina before mounting her doggy style. After we both came she walker naked to the kitchen and began to make chicken parm”

“I’m cooking but any secret husband of mine has to do dishes,” she said as I watched her cooking naked except for an apron.

“So we’re married?” I asked.

“As married as we can be.”

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4 thoughts on “Questions 3

  1. There damn well better be a part 4! The last two were amazing and this one was different but in a good way that added more story instead of mindless sex to the series, and that’s almost never a bad thing. Good luck on future installments and stories!

  2. I am very happy they could finally be so open with each other and start a ‘married’ life together :-)

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